I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

The chubby pier in front of him is like an upgraded version of Senior Brother Liang Peng, with more developed muscles and stronger limbs. The round face and thick neck give people a peculiar feeling of muscular knots.

This person is also a little bit higher than Senior Brother Liang Peng. He is already a young man in his twenties.

Young people, a pair of bull-eyes the size of a copper bell, always bulged in the eye sockets, staring at people firmly, making Zhang Heng feel that the one staring at him was not a living person, but a guy who died of grievances, and did not look at him.

The young man carried one or two copper hammers in his hands. The copper hammers were bronze in color with various textures carved on them. They seemed to have a heavy sense of historical vicissitudes. More importantly, each of these two copper hammers has a watermelon. It is so big that it looks like a peeled orange. Just listen to the sound of the wind when young people dance with their hands. You can know that these two copper hammers must be both. It's a solid guy.

This play, Zhang Heng couldn't help but frown when he saw it.

Zhang Heng felt that even though he possessed the powerful physique of the Demon Race, he would never want to be used by others to perform his unfamiliar skills, and hit any part of his body cruelly.

But now, Zhang Heng saw that the young man in front of him, Big Fat Dun, was putting his two copper hammers between his hands, like playing with embroidery needles, playing over and over again. Those two copper hammers were actually Between the ten huge fingers of this young muscular fat man, they were flying and spinning like a butterfly through flowers, and those who were fast could not see their true colors, only two dark golden afterimages remained.

The young man saw Zhang Heng staring at him, and suddenly a pair of bull's eyes protruding from the eye sockets also turned towards Zhang Heng. The copper hammer in his hand kept twisting, the muscles of the corners of his mouth were twisted, and he pulled a very embarrassing smile, and said: " You surrender."

"I've watched your game. In the Black Iron Warriors showdown, you won an overwhelming victory only in the third game. In the first two games, you played very anxiously, and you will lose if you are not careful."

"Now that you can reach the fourth round, it is a blessing in misfortune."

"I am different. In my three rounds of Black Iron Warriors, each round crushes the opponent, and every time, with one blow, the opponent is defeated."

"If you admit defeat now, you can still avoid the pain of fracture and vomiting blood. What do you think?"

The white-haired elegant old man listened to the young man's words and couldn't help but glanced at the blue-faced young man with a weird expression. The weird look made people feel that he was clearly worried about the future of the young man in front of him.

Zhang Heng smiled when he heard what the young man said, touched his nose, and said, "Really? That is to say, you didn't kill your opponent?"

After listening to Zhang Heng’s words, the young man couldn’t help showing a look of contempt, and said with a disdainful face: "Are your brain sick? I'm not a perverted murderer. I'll just stun them with a hammer. I Why have to kill them?"

After listening, Zhang Heng nodded slightly, blinked his right eye lightly, and then said: "Is that right? That's all right, I understand."

Then don't say what it is? Where did it go, what did I understand, Zhang Heng left a young, muscular fat man with a hooded face, then turned his face and looked at the white-haired elegant old man and said, "Hey, are you finished watching the show? I have more tonight. Many duels are going to take place, and time is tight, so if I bother you to see it, just announce the beginning of the duel."

The white-haired and elegant old man was watching the dialogue between the two with gusto. After listening to Zhang Heng's words, he didn't give an awkward laugh and concealed his past.

Fortunately, his elderly family members are getting older and have a thick-skinned face. They are not afraid of the young people's sarcasm. They instantly throw away the gossip that was full of faces just now, and instantly changed a solemn expression, stepped forward, and stood between Zhang Heng and the young. In the center of the people, facing the semi-circular square below the stage, everyone said loudly: "This fourth round of the Black Iron Warriors showdown begins."

After speaking, he glanced at Zhang Heng’s hand with the Black Overlord’s spear in fear, and seriously glanced at the bronze watermelon-sized Yuanbing bronze hammer in the hands of the young man, and then quickly pushed it to the edge of the fighting platform, a special dinner plate for him. In his position, he quickly sat down, and his face was replaced with an expression full of gossip.

This time, all the people sitting around the stage were the boys and girls who had watched Zhang Heng and the young people confront each other before.

The two teams are already young and vigorous. Zhang Heng and the young man on the stage have not yet made a move, and the two teams in the stage are already quarreling.

If it weren’t for the strong background and strict rules of Tianzelou, no one is allowed to fight outside of the battlefield. Otherwise, Tianzelou has the right to expel the two sides of the private fight from the Tianzelou. I’m afraid there are young girls in the semi-circular square. Guys, it might be a pot of porridge now.

However, the crowd became more and more heated, and the more and more aggressive, passionate quarrel did not last long, because soon, on the fighting platform, the duel between Zhang Heng and the young people began, and the duel between the two was instantly attracted. Everyone's eyes, no one could waste a word with another team.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Heng and his opponent.

Seeing that Zhang Heng directly ignored him, the young man turned his head and let the white-haired and elegant old man directly announce the start of the game.

This is obviously not giving face to my buddies!

The young man’s eyes suddenly became more prominent when he looked at Zhang Heng, which almost made Zhang Heng worried. The young man was trying harder, and his eyes popped out of his eye sockets accidentally. In the end, the eyes of the young man did not do what Zhang Heng wanted. Instead, a little blood gradually appeared. The young man stared at a pair of blood-filled bull eyes and said fiercely: "You dare to ignore me. I was going to interrupt you. Two or three ribs. Now I have changed my mind. I want to interrupt at least twelve or three ribs to let you know the price of underestimating me."

"You wait, you only need one hammer. I only need one hammer to make you vomit blood on the spot and fall to the ground!"

While speaking, the young man held the copper hammer in his left hand and held the copper hammer in his right hand. He lunged forward with his right leg, his waist slightly bent down, and his right leg stepped on the ground abruptly. There was a muffled sound, leaving only a footprint on the ground. The young man's body, which seemed to be too muscular to the point of speaking, was flying out between the fingers, appearing in front of Zhang Heng who was ten feet away.

No one thought that the speed of young people would be so fast!

Originally, everyone saw his overly muscular and fat body, and saw the two watermelon-sized copper hammers waving in his hands, they thought that the young man was just a purely powerful and terrifying brave.

No one guessed from any clues that besides being a power-type brave, his speed would be so unexpectedly terrifying.

Even the white-haired elegant old man fell into a moment of astonishment, because after the young man came to Tian Zelou, he had investigated all the previous duels. The young people participated in the four duels starting from the first game. In one game, he relied on absolute strength to crush his opponent, and he had never shown the slightest talent in terms of speed.

Many people often have the illusion that they are a strength-type brave, usually a guy who has a straightforward character, a bad temper, who doesn't know how to cover up, and doesn't play tricks.

What the white-haired and elegant old man didn't expect was that this young, muscular fat man actually used people's thinking patterns to set up an unexpected trap for his opponents.

He must have seen Zhang Heng's duel before and came to the conclusion that Zhang Heng is not a brave who can easily be defeated, so he immediately decided that in this duel with Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng and Zhang Heng would not be able to meet him. Everyone, first left a reckless and straightforward image for everyone, and then at an unexpected moment Zhang Heng used his own lightness and skill to instantly appear in front of Zhang Heng.

In the end, before Zhang Heng could react, he would win or lose with one stroke, and deal with Zhang Heng's difficult opponent.

Now, he had appeared in front of Zhang Heng, and then he suddenly waved the copper hammer in his hand and shot it down at Zhang Heng's chest.

On the watermelon-big copper hammer, there is a dark golden vitality glow, and the vitality contained in the copper hammer has reached the extreme of saturation.

The hammer of the young man was enough to split a stone mountain that was one person high.

If this punch hit Zhang Heng's chest, Zhang Heng would never feel good. It was absolutely possible to break twelve or three ribs.

But at this moment, the young man suddenly saw that Zhang Heng’s expression on his face was originally filled with surprise, and a slight change had taken place. Zhang Heng’s left corner of his mouth suddenly curled slightly, revealing an insignificant expression. Smile lines.

In the next moment, before the young man understood the meaning of Zhang Heng’s expression, he saw that Zhan Heng's left hand was hanging down, and Zhang Heng's heavy Overlord's gun was held in his left hand, pointing randomly at the ground under his feet. .

At this time, at some point, the Overlord's gun in Zhang Heng's left hand had been pierced straight, and the deep black green front pointed straight at the bronze sledgehammer that he had hammered down.

With a clank, the overlord's spear and the bronze sledgehammer collided with each other, and the two reinforcements were only slightly deadlocked, and then the bronze hammer began to move at great speed again.

This time the speed of the copper hammer's movement was actually faster than the speed it had just now, and even more swift and violent.

However, this time, the target of the copper hammer's attack was no longer Zhang Heng's chest, but under the impact of the Overlord Spear, reversing the direction, a more terrifying and swift momentum, slammed into the chest of the young man's muscles.

Seeing this incredible scene, the young man couldn't help retracting another copper hammer, grabbing the handle of the right hammer with both hands, trying to resist the surging force from Zhang Heng Bawang's gun.

However, only listening to two crisp bangs, the young man's arms, instead of resisting the huge force from Zhang Heng's Overlord's gun, broke instantly under the huge counter-shock.

Seeing this scene, he felt the sharp pain in his hands. On the young man's muscle-filled face, his complexion had become distorted and lighter. He stared incredibly at his Yuan soldier bronze hammer that was rushing towards him, his eyes angry Convex, bloodshot, opened his mouth wide in astonishment, trembling lips, and said a brief sentence: "This is impossible!"

But before the young man's voice fell, under the impact of Zhang Heng's Overlord's gun, the young man's copper hammer had instantly hit the young man's chest. Knock the young man's chest down a small piece.

As this blow sounded at the same time, there was also one after another, like popcorn-like popcorn, the streak of victories snapped.

There was no crisp sound, it meant that a rib on the young man's chest was broken under the pressure of his own soldier's bronze hammer.

This kind of crackling sounded twelve times in total, or thirteen times, because the crackling sound almost ended between the performances. No one can count it, and no one wants to count it.