Chapter 229 No Matter How Many People Come, I Will Accept Them All

"Is this your method?"

The disdainful tone and voice instantly turned into the simplest Sura language in the translator.

Walon, wearing a headset, had a gloomy face and flickering eyes, as if vultures were gathering above his convoy, ready to give a thunderous blow.

There seemed to be hidden figures flashing in the corners on both sides of the road. Han Chao and others frowned slightly, probably aware of the abnormality of this matter.

"Captain Han?" Someone asked. Although he knew that the Duwa faction would not dare to go too far, if they took action here

"Believe in Master Chen."

Han Chao shook his head and quickly regained his composure.

He believed that Master Chen could cover any situation, and he was confident that the martial arts of the Red Country was not weaker than the whole world.

In an instant, the atmosphere changed, and footsteps sounded around in the cold.

"You are so good, Yao Wei, you dare to hurt my Taige's disciple!"

"I must teach you a lesson today!!"

The cold rebuke approached rapidly, and a middle-aged Sura man wearing brown fur clothes appeared in the cement square, with a white bandage wrapped around his wrist.

The joints of his drooping palms were unusually thick, his forehead was protruding on his cold face, and his eyes were sinister. He looked like he was not easy to mess with.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

His footsteps were continuous and dull. He glanced at the people in the convoy and walked quickly towards the boy at the door of the martial arts hall.

The darkness enveloped him, and a lot of light was blocked.

Ignoring the boy's angry eyes, the man suddenly clenched his fists and gathered his strength, and stepped forward.

A whistling sound broke out. He actually planned to hit him directly here.

"Senior brother!"

Zhao Tingxiao's restrained angry voice sounded in the communicator. He didn't expect that this group of Sulu people would be so unreasonable.

It's okay to attack in groups, but they also bully the weak with their big?

"Yeah."

Calmly responded, Chen Feng's eyes were like knives, and he still sat steadily in the back seat.

Zhao Tingxiao understood the meaning instantly, and jumped out of the rolled down window on the spot, like a hungry tiger jumping into a stream, leaving a residual image, and ran straight to the concrete square.

Bang! ! !

A muffled sound exploded, and the young man who closed his eyes and gritted his teeth clenched his fist, and unexpectedly found that there was no pain.

He opened his eyes and saw a young man with long hair wearing a blue jacket standing in front of him, with deep red lingering around his body, as if he could turn into a colorful red tiger at any time.

"You Sura, is this all your temperament?"

Zhao Tingxiao restrained his anger and asked coldly.

Looking along, he turned his arm into a palm and steadily caught the attack of the man named Tiger.

"Hah!!!"

However, the other party ignored it at all.

With a cold shout, black lines spread on his body, and instantly turned into a strange pattern on his face.

His breath surged, and his fist print shook, forcibly breaking free from Zhao Tingxiao's restraints.

Then, the left fist at the waist gathered a dark light of strength, and blasted forward like a cannonball, making a sharp whistle.

Bang! !

A muffled sound exploded, and a strong wind blew.

The next second.

Roar!!!

Tiger Roar Style, Flame Explosion Style!

The deep red power condensed and exploded, and the man named Tiger was hit in the chest and abdomen by a punch, and he was bent like a soft shrimp and flew backwards.

Strands of blood fell in the air, and Lin Hao and others relaxed their brows a little.

But.

"What a Chiguo martial arts, it really has some tricks."

"I'll meet you!"

While shouting coldly, another figure rushed out from the corner of the concrete square.

Quick! !

A sharp roar broke out, and it was seen that the dark light condensed and turned into a four or five-meter-sized true meaning black eagle, rushing straight to Zhao Tingxiao.

The air was torn, and the hair stood up.

The boy at the door of the Eagle Tiger Martial Arts Hall widened his eyes, and he didn't expect that a master of the true meaning level would appear.

"Don't be afraid."

However, there was no fear at all.

The young man with long hair in the blue jacket turned around and smiled at him.

With eyes wide open, seeing the Black Eagle's true meaning coming quickly and approaching, the young man opened his mouth to remind the other party to get out of the way.

But, the next moment.

Whoosh!!!

The whistling sound was like an arrow shot out, and a figure came from the convoy in an instant, like a shadowless step.

Bang!!!

The Black Eagle's true meaning was shattered by a palm, and the dark light of power scattered around.

With a cold face, Zhou Wuren's direct disciple stood beside Zhao Tingxiao, speaking in an unhappy tone.

"With this level, dare you challenge my Red Country martial arts?"

He asked coldly, with restrained anger in his heart, knowing that the current situation was deliberately targeted.

The man didn't waste words, and directly burst out with power, black lines on his body spread, and he was actually a master at the peak of the true meaning.

The two fought together in an instant, causing the ground to shake and the cement to shatter.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Wuren frowned slightly, and quickly turned his sight to look at another figure that appeared outside the square.

An old man, wrapped in a thin gray linen.

It was as if a candle in the wind would die at any time, but as he walked over, the light around him seemed to be much darker.

"This"

"Master?"

Lin Hao was surprised, and Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I heard that the master of the Red Country came to my Sura. I am old and dull, and I also want to learn some tricks."

The man said in a flat tone, standing in front of the convoy, and he was not giving up.

Zhou Wuren in the convoy behind had a serious face, and finally opened the door and walked down.

"Do we have to fight before it starts?"

His tone was slightly cold, but the same dark light power emerged from his body.

The old man who came over quickened his pace, and Zhou Wuren also walked forward slowly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Until the end, the two people's steps became faster and faster, and they collided with each other in an instant.

Bang! !

The sound of fists and palms burst out, and the dark light shines brightly.

The concrete ground under the feet of the two people exploded, and cracks spread like spider webs.

The battle of the masters appeared again, and many Sura people on the street in the distance watched from afar.

Bang!

Another palm collision, Zhou Wuren frowned slightly, feeling a little weird about the old Sura master.

An invisible force invaded his palm, as if there was some kind of poison.

Bang bang bang!

Without giving him time to react, the opponent actually slammed his palm continuously, bringing a burst of muffled sounds, turning into a chaotic afterimage.

The two fought and retreated, the concrete ground exploded continuously, and footprints and pits continued to appear.

A basketball stand was hit by a kick and broke on the spot.

Zhou Wuren's face became more and more gloomy, and he punched forward with real fire.

The old Sura man dodged sideways, and the graffiti wall was blasted and scattered with broken bricks.

A series of noises erupted, and the arms and legs of the two men turned into the most violent weapons, leaving a trail of afterimages, constantly smashing everything around.

Seeing this, Zhou Cheng in the convoy secretly smacked his lips, thinking that if it were him, he would have been beaten to pieces long ago.

He quickly turned his head to look at Uncle Yuan, as if he knew he was going to ask, and the other party shook his head gently.

"They are both very strong, and have already stood at the peak of the fourth level. It is difficult to easily determine the winner."

"Sura really has a lot of thoughts in this martial arts exchange. This is probably a targeted test and will not give up easily."

As he spoke, he looked at the convoy in front.

It can be seen that Walon opened the door and wanted to get out of the car as he expected.

His gloomy eyes stared at Chen Feng the whole time, and the huge black light vulture true meaning condensed on the roof of the car was also ready to go, as if it would explode at any time.

"Is there no one?"

Suddenly, a calm voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Everyone was startled and looked along the lowered car window.

The young man in a black down jacket sat in his original position, leaning back against the chair, looking straight ahead indifferently, and spoke again.

"Call someone, I'll wait for you."

"Call all the masters of your Sura, let me see how many moves they can take from me."

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd fell silent.

"Arrogant!"

The senior officers of Sura all frowned, and Valon, who stepped out of the car, had even colder eyes.

A two-level master, even if you might have opened the gate of the spirit by chance, you are not worthy of being so presumptuous!

Click!

Taking a step forward, Valon's face was sinister, and his strength was condensed, ready to burst out a shocking blow.

The vulture behind him spread its wings and flew up, wanting to merge with it and completely tear the enemy in front of him apart.

But.

Buzz! ! !

An invisible pressure suddenly appeared, and the true meaning of the vulture suddenly solidified.

Valon's eyes widened, as if a huge mountain fell from the sky, suppressing the air and covering him in place.

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Kakakakakakaka!

The muscles and bones trembled, and an unpleasant sound was heard.

His thoughts froze, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot.

His face was red, and he stood there, constantly bending his body, as if he was about to kneel.

The vulture's true meaning made a mournful cry, as if it was about to explode.

Such a scene was too weird, and even Zhou Wuren and the old master Sura subconsciously stopped fighting and looked sideways.

"This"

The old master Sura looked suspicious, as if he had noticed something.

The moment he was about to speak, the young man in the car also tilted his head to look.

Without hesitation, he was startled, turned his head and turned around, his figure flashed, and fled quickly.

The senior officers of Sura looked ugly, and they were also suspicious of what method Chen Feng had used.

The atmosphere froze, and Zhou Cheng suddenly found that his uncle Yuan had sat up straight without knowing when, and his face was full of expressions as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Level 5 force field."

He only vaguely heard this word.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw the young man suddenly speak.

"It's not your turn to judge how good the martial arts of my country is."

"I'll give you a chance tomorrow. No matter how many people come, I'll accept them all."

After the words fell, Walon on the opposite side could no longer hold on and knelt down facing Chen Feng.

The Su Luo martial artists hiding around were all pale, angry and afraid.

But the strange thing was that no one dared to speak or stop them.

Indifferently sensing everything, the car window on Chen Feng's side rose to isolate everything.

The wrath of the storm disappeared in an instant, and Walon, who was full of shock, anger and humiliation, trembled. He was so angry that he spit out a large mouthful of blood and almost fainted.

Several people from Su Luo who were accompanying him changed their faces and hurried forward to support him.

The senior officer was even more furious, and kept ordering his men to check where the fifth-level force field came from and whether there were fifth-level cyborgs hiding nearby.

"Tsk tsk."

Lin Hao was amazed and looked away from the window. He looked up and down at Chen Feng with curiosity in his eyes.

"Is the white giant nearby?"

He suspected, and at the same time guessed, could it be that the fifth-level modified person hidden in the dark by the military took action?

Chen Feng shook his head and did not explain.

He just felt his own talent, the wrath of the storm, and understood its effect more and more.

Although it is a range damage, it is easy to accidentally hurt friendly forces.

But if the range is narrowed, it can also deliberately target only a single target.

No one knows what he is thinking. Han Chao and others on the other side of the convoy have already had serious expressions. They communicated in the communicator to ask if there are unknown red generals accompanying them, or who will take action temporarily.

There was a lot of noise and suspicion.

Various discussions and speculations flashed through the convoy. Only Zhou Wuren looked at the black car where Chen Feng was sitting, his eyes suspicious, as if he had guessed something.

"The meaning of extreme realm?"

He was not sure, because this was a method that could only be mastered in extreme situations, and he had only heard about it and had never seen it with his own eyes.

But unfortunately, the more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed that it was possible. After all, the other party had already reached the threshold of the extreme realm.

He was a little lost, but it was not until his disciple came over to remind him that he came back to his senses.

"Master, your hands."

"oh?"

Zhou Wuren looked down and saw a faint purple color spreading on his palm, which was obviously the toxin left behind earlier.

The old master of Su Luo had some skills, and he also wore some kind of special gloves and weapons, smeared with a kind of poison.

"It's not a big problem."

He shook his head and quickly used his strength to control it.

At this level, it is difficult for ordinary poisons to kill them, and they can be slowly worn away with strength.

"By the way, that little guy is pretty good. Ask him if he is willing to join my Jueying Style."

Zhou Wuren ordered, somewhat admiring the young man just now.

With his stubborn eyes, if he continues to stay in this foreign land, he will definitely be targeted.

But unfortunately, his disciple shook his head helplessly.

After taking a closer look, a young man from the Yanhu style in a blue jacket had already led him towards the convoy and headed straight for Chen Feng.

same moment.

In the underground base of Utopia.

The virtual light curtain is suspended, and a group of people with circular pattern brooches on their chests are constantly coming and going, carrying various shells and weapons, or controlling precision instruments and constantly controlling data.

Seeing this scene, the man sitting in an empty seat, who seemed to be dormant like a violent bear, was a little impatient.

"Hongling, is there any news?"

"Yes."

To his surprise, the tall woman in black combat uniform nodded.

The virtual light curtain flashed, and a picture of a motorcade leaving the embassy in Pula City was revealed.

"He's finally here."

The tall woman named Hong Ling's eyes were slightly cold, because she knew clearly that Jin Wei would never appear again.

"When will we do it?"

Onit asked, he had had enough of being in the underground base.

"Wait a little longer."

"I suspect that the Red Army may have sent a fifth-level reformer to accompany them, and the flying general has also come to Suluo."

Hong Ling spoke rationally, and Onit frowned.

"Which flying general?"

"King City."

After the words fell, Onit's brows furrowed even more.

This is a killer. With this person present, how can he do anything?

"Don't worry, we're not the only ones taking action this time."

Hongling shook his head and pointedly said: "There seem to be some new changes in the ancient civilization ruins. Some strong men from the Platinum Federation have also come and want to fight for it again."

"They will lure away the flying general, and then it will be our chance."

Analyze rationally and be methodical.

Onit's frown relaxed, and he finally nodded and sat down in the empty seat relaxedly.

As long as the flying general is not around.

Relying on the current module, he is confident to crush most of the enemies here, including the so-called martial arts master.

Similarly, Hongling also had a similar idea.

Continuing to pay attention to the news about her lower eyeliner, the cold light in her eyes became more and more intense.

Broken bones, exiled to hell.

I'll give you a taste of hatred.