reborn as a god

Yang Ziyu took the thick stack of information, flipped through it twice, and suddenly stood up from the sofa. The hand holding the information suddenly became strong, and the thick stack of papers was crushed into a pile by her.

Paper scraps. Then he waved his hand and scattered these small scraps of paper into the sky. After the air-conditioned wind blew by, all the scraps of paper immediately turned into ashes.

The move she showed immediately shocked Uncle Tang. In the past, he knew very well how strong Yang Ziyu was, and it was not difficult for him to defeat her. But the strength she showed today simply surprised him.

He can definitely crush a pebble into powder by himself, and even do it very easily. But he is not that capable of crushing paper into pieces.

"It seems that your strength has increased a lot during this period of time." Uncle Tang said with an admiring smile.

"Uncle Tang, you are hiding your secrets too." Yang Ziyu replied, then opened the door of the office and walked out without looking back. When she walked out of the door again, she said: "You just wait to get the money."

The boxing match was still going on in the wine downstairs, and the two people on the ring were already covered in sweat. One of them, a strong man in blue shorts, looked particularly scary. This strong man was estimated to be at least 1.9 meters tall, with that bulge

His muscles are like mountains, his arms are probably thicker than Ouyang's thighs, and he looks like an elephant.

But his opponent is a man who is at most 1.68 meters tall. It is almost clear at a glance which of these two people has a higher winning rate. Almost everyone wants the strong man to win, and the odds between these two people are

It also climbed to an astonishing 1:13. It has never been seen in history.

But what was unexpected was that at the beginning of the boxing match, the unpopular "One Six Eight" immediately gained the upper hand. He was seen swimming quickly and nimbly in the ring, not going head-to-head with the strong man at all. But

As soon as he seizes the opportunity, he immediately uses his elbows and knees to launch a violent attack like a storm.

The people below the ring roared and booed one after another. Most of the people were cursing, but a small number of people were cheering, including of course Ouyang's wives.

"One Six Eight" leaned to one side and narrowly escaped the strong man's brutal collision. At the same time, he immediately seized the opportunity and flew across the leg with a sweep, hitting the strong man's back heavily.

However, it was obvious that this strong man's ability to withstand blows was super strong. He actually withstood the "one-six-eight" sweeping leg, and he only involuntarily took two more steps forward.

Many attacks were ineffective, and the fire of depression in the strong man's heart was getting stronger and stronger. He was confident that with just one blow, he could send this annoying little guy to hell and end this battle.

But this little guy is so cunning. He actually relied on the advantages of his body and soul to not fight with himself head-on, but kept fighting with himself. Not only did he not hit others, but he was beaten without fighting back.

"ability.

When he thought of this, he became even more furious. He couldn't help but let out a roar, turned around suddenly, and his eyes were as wide as copper bells. "I'm going to kill you!" he said through gritted teeth.

As he spoke, he stepped back and separated, squatted down slightly, and made a Mongolian wrestling move.

To be honest, if two people were to have a duel based on their respective real skills, there would be no doubt that the strong man would win, and "One Six Eight" would definitely lose very thoroughly. "One Six Eight" would naturally be very fond of this.

Clearly. So he has been trying his best to avoid head-on confrontation with his opponents.

Seeing the strong man's furious look at this time, he secretly rejoiced in his heart. Because he knew that as long as his opponent's anger had been aroused by him, his own chance would come. "Hey!" He couldn't help but sneer.

.However, he still did not relax his guard, and stared at the furious opponent with his eyes vigilantly. After all, he knew that he could not afford to lose. If he lost, it would not matter if he died, but he would not be able to get the high bonus. No more

With that huge bonus, there was no hope of curing his father's illness.

The two sides in the arena were temporarily locked in a confrontation.

"Fight, fight quickly, ***..."

"Tank, hurry up and crush that boy's balls."

"Come on, come on!" This is Ouyang's wives cheering for "One Six Eight". In fact, with their abilities, there is no need to cheer him up like this. One look at it can tell that "One Six Eight" is

Ouyang obviously heard the excited voices of his wives on the other end of the phone, and couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart. He really couldn't understand why his wives, who were already masters in the mortal world, could do this...

"Children fight and play" is so interesting.

Zimeng said.

Ouyang thought that the guys from the special criminal department wouldn't gain anything today anyway, and it wouldn't make any difference whether they followed it or not, so they might as well go back and spend time with their wives. Thinking of this, Ouyang nodded and said, "Then I'll go over.

"After that, Ouyang cast a blind trick on the spot. Otherwise, if he suddenly disappeared on the street and was seen by others, people would probably think he saw a ghost.

After using the blindfold method, he teleported. In an instant, Ouyang appeared at Tianyuan Wine where Zimeng and others were. Not to mention, this small wine was really lively, especially around the ring.

, and even more people were surrounding them. Ouyang saw a few wives beside him at a glance. Zimeng was waving to him.

Just when Ouyang walked to Zimeng and others, the strong man called the tank on the stage over there finally lost his temper again, clapped his hands, and then quickly rushed towards "168,

He spread his hands apart, wanting to slap the guy in front of him to death for causing him to lose all face.

Relying on his agility, the "168" man jumped up, turned over and rushed over the tank's head. When he landed, he kicked him back again, hitting the tank's butt door.

Although this kick has no effect on the tall tank, it is almost like scratching an itch. But it really angered the tank. Since the beginning of the game, he has been at a disadvantage and has been beaten. Now,

His own door was kicked in, and he felt that his dignity was being trampled on.

"Ah..." Tank let out an angry roar.

At this moment, Ouyang gently stretched out his hand towards the tank on the ring, and a red light that was invisible to the human eye quickly disappeared into the tank's hall.

In anger, Tank's head suddenly went blank for a third of a second, and then quickly recovered. A red light flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, a black figure vaguely appeared in his hall.

The skull mark. However, this skull mark cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

The recovered tank looked full of murderous intent, and the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to want to kill everyone. He stared at his opponent, and slowly walked towards "One Six Eight" step by step.

Every time he took a step forward, the entire arena would tremble, as if the arena was about to collapse.

"One Six Eight"'s heart trembled for no reason, and he became more cautious.

Ouyang leaned comfortably on the sofa and looked proudly at the two people on the ring who were engaged in a life-and-death duel.

"Honey, what did you do? Why does this big guy look so much stronger?" Zimeng, who was nestled in Ouyang's arms, apparently noticed Ouyang's little movements and asked doubtfully.

Ouyang laughed and said: "This kind of game is not interesting at all. That guy relies on his body flexibility, so even if he wins, it can only be regarded as a weak victory. If I add a little difficulty to him, it will not only make the game more interesting."

Sex, and it is also very beneficial to the guy himself. I believe that as long as he goes through this battle, his strength will definitely increase significantly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tank on the ring suddenly launched an attack. His whole body rushed forward like lightning. Before "One Six Eight" could react, his iron fist had already hit him hard.

On the stomach, he directly punched "One Six Eight". But fortunately, he did not fall out of the ring. Otherwise, the game would have ended early.

"Hoho..." Tank knocked his opponent away with one blow, and the depression in his heart suddenly vented. He couldn't help shouting, and at the same time he raised his left hand and stretched out a finger, as if to say: "No one will be

My opponent!"

The people under the ring suddenly burst into cheers, "Tank, kill him, blow his head off and crush his balls!" someone in the crowd shouted.

Under the ring, "One Six Eight" was knocked away by Tank's punch. After withstanding Tank's punch, he felt as if his internal organs had been broken. The referee on the side began to count. He struggled desperately to stand up.

, because he knew that if he could not stand up within ten numbers, he would be considered a loser. In that case, he would not be able to get a single point of the high bonus. And his father would also suffer from insufficient medical care.

He was kicked out of the hospital for no reason.

Finally, when the referee counted seven, "One Six Eight" finally stood up straight. Tank looked at his opponent in surprise. He thought that although the punch he just punched would not kill him directly, it would definitely kill him.

It can prevent him from getting up for a short period of time.

Unexpectedly, in just seven seconds, he had already stood up and seemed to be in no discomfort.