Mystery Makes Me Strong

After an exciting speech, the atmosphere was completely heated up, which is very in line with the tradition of McCann and Xizhou people.

Originally, there were a lot of aliens who just came to watch the excitement, to socialize and hug their legs, but now they are serious.

How can a bait be real? That is to make it real in itself.

When Wen Rensheng saw this, he already knew the potential killer, so it was impossible for him to think that this meeting was a trap.

Because the meaning it wants to achieve is much higher than that.

The current situation of McCann is no better than the situation of a tossing spirit in the previous life, or even worse. After all, the latter was able to retreat to various overseas places to survive. Now the McCann has no way to retreat, retreating to the moon It may be a way out, but it can only linger on.

The big cat looked around, and soon its eyes fell on a character who was equally excited, and could even be said to be the most passionate.

It was a white man, young, pale, with good features, somewhat handsome, but dull-eyed, about twenty-five years old, probably long-term unemployed at home, and probably with a good education.

As for the last one, how do you see it? It can only be said that this is a kind of intuition, mixed with the smell from the other party's body, the excited cry, the flushed face, the excited expression...

There is no absolute logic, but Wen Rensheng can see it.

Just as experienced people can still distinguish a former college student from a completely illiterate man from a tramp. Some unwillingness and regret can always be seen in the eyes of the former, while the latter is very plain.

Because the former had many opportunities to choose success, but they didn't grasp them, while the latter rarely had such opportunities.

Soon the speaker and the host left the stage, and then two aliens from the combat department came on stage. They were both experts in aliens. One was a big black man and the other was a fat white man. They fit together perfectly.

"Hey, buddy, you are dead, you are dead! You will never be my opponent, but because of the speech of the nun, I decided to let you live, because you are alive to be my partner. "The fat white man taunted excitedly, and a bunch of the most common trash talk in competitive sports burst out.

The big black stomped his feet and said: "You are dead, I will let you be my second child forever!"

Then the two fought together.

The punches and kicks on the high platform were very intense.

However, it is clear that a mysterious ritual to control the damage was set up on the stage, and there were not many sound and light effects, but everyone could still tell from the fists approaching the speed of sound and the phantom-like body movement that this was definitely not an ordinary boxing championship match .

When those boxing champions come here, they will only become a piece of wood, or a piece of wood that is too rotten to be vulnerable.

No wonder boxing championships are no longer sought after by the rich. There is an underground alien fight in McCann, which is their favorite.

And some people are born to like to fight, even if they become aliens.

At this point, many gentlemen in Dongzhou are far inferior. Many people don't like sweaty and unglamorous contests, and they prefer the mysterious and lofty research profession.

McCann has the most big fat guys in the world and one of the largest sports and athletics markets in the world.

They are everywhere.

"Good job!" Someone applauded.

"Hit hard, I like you!"

"Boom!"

The fight between the two soon became intense, but in Wen Rensheng's eyes, it was just the same thing, the speed was too slow, the intensity was too light, and only the skill could be regarded as perfect.

After all, the so-called fighting skills are so many things. The human body structure is placed there. It is enough to practice the skills to a certain extent. There is no invincible boxing and swordsmanship. If you expect to learn a mysterious boxing technique to be invincible, that is A layman's idea.

Experts know that strength, speed, responsiveness, explosive power... These basic physical talents determine your upper limit.

And Wen Rensheng himself, if he let the big cat take the stage, these indicators will naturally be more than ten times that of the two of them under the passive increase, not counting other factors. No matter what skills they have, it will be useless, just like children It's normal for adults.

There has never been such a thing as "four taels to pull a thousand catties". Wen Rensheng can realize this sentence because he has the strength of one hundred thousand catties, so he can only consume four taels when beating someone. You only have four ounces of strength, and if you want to move a thousand catties, there is only one place where you can achieve it, and that is on the lip.

And at this moment, the two finally decided the outcome.

The big black man punched the fat white man in the abdomen for the last time, knocking him to the ground, and then continued to attack, throwing a bunch of bastard punches.

"Stop, I've already fallen, why are you still fighting? You don't talk about martial arts!" The fat man immediately begged for mercy.

"Your Excellency the nun said just now that if you want to fight to the end, you haven't lost your fighting power. Of course I will continue to fight." The big black man said in a daze.

Everyone in the audience burst into laughter.

At this time, the referee came on the field and stopped him.

"Okay, Mr. Sollens, please stop, you have won the victory, the poor man in front of you is not a hateful monster, but our comrade in arms, our brother." The referee said.

The big black man touched his head, and reached out to the fat white man.

The fat man also smiled, and stretched out his hand.

When the two hands were meeting, the fat white man's eyes suddenly turned hard, his outstretched hand turned into a fist, and he punched hard on the defenseless big black man's chin.

"Bang!" It was a fatal blow.

The big black guy was sent flying, lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"What are you doing?"

"You mean bastard!"

Under the table, there was a sudden commotion.

And Wen Rensheng raised the corner of his mouth: "It really is you."

When the scene broke out just now, the white man that the big cat was staring at was huddled under the stage excitedly. His alien species was activated at that moment, and a blood-red mist that was difficult for others to observe filled the high stage.

That fat man must have sneak attack intentions, and using verbal deception is also in line with their habits, but under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the other party to go back on the sneak attack on this occasion.

Because he is not a fool after all, his purpose of coming here is to seek asylum, and his behavior just now will only make him cut himself off from the entire crowd of aliens.

Nobody wants to be with someone so stupid and treacherous.

The big cat didn't do anything, but notified Milia who was watching behind the stage.

What happened afterwards was lackluster. The owner of the Seed of Slaughter was quickly caught, and what he did just now was played back on the scene, and finally became the target of everyone's fury.

The most angry person was precisely the fat white man who made the sneak attack.

"So it was you, you made me lose my reputation! You devil, you changed my mind, you must be purified!" Fatty Bai's voice was the loudest.

"Impossible, how could you find me?" The pale man had an expression of disbelief when he was caught.

"As long as you do something, it will leave traces." Professor Malley shook his head.

At this time, he really understood how powerful the big cat was, and the mouse, which made them helpless and helpless for a month, was exposed in broad daylight like this.

Look at the guy who can't argue, like a kid who cheated and got caught by the teacher, so overwhelmed.

Who would have thought that he was the chief culprit in creating a series of serial murderers?

Who can set the target on him?

The other party should have just activated the alien species, and has not even received any series of training, and it is obvious that the long-term disorderly and closed life has lowered his IQ, making him unable to understand the principle of low-key development, and the long-term humbleness has led to The thirst for strength made him impatiently embark on a seemingly simple path.

Without the guidance of the big cat, the other party might really become stronger quickly and become the figure of Baal, the God of Slaughter.

But it was all over, and he would be beaten back to his original form-a bum on handouts, basking in his former glory.

"You villain, you patron of the devil!"

"Burn him!"

"Use the cruelest means to strip off his alien species! Don't give him any anesthesia!"

After listening to the nun's introduction and seeing the before and after experiences, everyone's fury reached its peak.