Chapter 7 Infinite Arrogance
With a "click", Omo's neck bones made a crisp sound under Zhao Ziyang's violent twist.
Along with the sound of neck bones cracking, Omo's face showed a painful expression, veins bulged, and the muscles on his neck began to bulge wildly to protect his cervical vertebrae and fight against the force of Zhao Ziyang's twisting legs.
"Roar!" Another roar came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, his face began to become hideous and distorted, and veins also bulged. The neck between his legs instantly tried to escape from his control with a powerful force, forcing him to twist his waist and attack again.
"Crack..." The crisp sound rang out again. Zhao Ziyang pushed his strength to the limit, but he only twisted Omo's neck to one side and was unable to achieve the goal of defeating the opponent in one move.
The bulging muscles on Omo's neck gradually loosened the force of his legs, and the force was no longer enough to cause serious damage to Omo.
"Aww..." A beast-like howl broke out from Omo's mouth. He used his neck to resist Zhao Ziyang's legs, and then twisted his neck little by little. The bulging muscles in his neck were like a circle of steel bars that tightly protected Omo's cervical vertebrae, making him look more like a prehistoric monster.
With a "whoosh" sound, the moment Omo's neck was straightened, he stretched out his hands to grab Zhao Ziyang who was still riding on his neck, wanting to tear him to pieces in his hands.
Seeing the opponent's hands grabbing at him, Zhao Ziyang immediately gave up the attack that could not cause any harm to the opponent, and his body immediately slid down from Omo's back. At the moment of sliding down, his right hand hooked Omo's chin, causing Omo 's body to fall heavily to the ground.
Under Zhao Ziyang's hook , Omo's huge body lost balance and leaned backwards, about to fall to the ground.
At this moment, Omo, with his eyes wide open, gritted his teeth, suddenly lowered his head forward, clamped Zhao Ziyang's right hand with his chin, and fell forward.
Under the influence of Omo's head force, Zhao Ziyang's body was thrown from behind to the front like flying, and fell heavily to the ground.
With a "bang", Zhao Ziyang felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. He didn't expect that Omo's strength was so strong that even his fragile neck and head were so strong. He couldn't attack the opponent's throat at all, because it was blocked by muscle strips and he couldn't even get his fingers on it.
Omo, who suffered a counterattack from Zhao Ziyang, became furious. His muscles swelled again and he let out angry roars.
"Roar!……"
With a roar, Omo grabbed Zhao Ziyang from the ground with one hand and swung his fist towards the other's abdomen.
"Bang!" A dull explosion sounded, and I felt my body being hit by a huge hammer. Everything in my chest and abdomen was squeezed together, causing unbearable pain.
Under this pain, a strong sweet taste rushed up to the throat and I couldn't control it from opening my mouth and spraying it out.
"Puff", a mouthful of blood spit heavily on Omo's face, instantly making Omo's eyes covered with red.
Zhao Ziyang's face was distorted with pain. At the moment when the other party was watching him, he used all his strength to hit Omo's wrist that was holding his body, forcing Omo to let go and turn himself around.
The moment he landed on the ground, Zhao Ziyang's body quickly went limp. The unbearable pain in his chest and abdomen left him without the strength to even stand.
"Bang", Zhao Ziyang's body, which had just landed on the ground, flew out of the boxing ring. He was pulled out by Omo's elephant-like right leg, and the whole person flew out of the boxing ring as light as a feather without a landing.
With a bang, Zhao Ziyang fell to the floor of the hall, spurting blood. He fell into a semi-coma. His body twitched constantly, and blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth, staining the floor beneath him dark red.
The cramps throughout my body came like a tide, my hands and feet lost all strength, and I couldn't even curl up to protect myself.
"Roar!" Omo on the boxing ring stretched out his hands and roared wildly, hitting his chest hard. His whole body exuded an invincible and valiant look.
The mercenaries set their eyes on the woman in the lavender dress and watched her walk up to Zhao Ziyang, who was still half dead.
"The lurkers don't need reckless men who overestimate their own abilities." The woman uttered a cold voice and looked at Zhao Ziyang who was lying at her feet with disdain.
Zhao Ziyang heard this cold voice in a daze. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't speak. The pain in his chest and abdomen pulled the nerves that controlled his speech, and he could only express his current thoughts with convulsions.
"This is not your world." The woman uttered the cold words again, turned around gracefully and walked back.
Zhao Ziyang, who heard these words clearly, felt that his dignity was completely trampled. He didn't know who the woman who spoke to him was, but he knew that she looked down on him. He had to avenge his comrades' blood feud. He had to survive in this world and become strong in this world, so strong that no one dared to look down on him. From the moment he asked to join, he no longer considered himself a normal person. This would become his stage, where all his wildness and madness would be released.
"Puff! Puff!" Two mouthfuls of blood spurted out in succession. Zhao Ziyang stood up miraculously in the eyes of everyone and staggered towards the woman in front of him.
As if she heard a voice behind her, the woman stopped and turned around, staring coldly at Zhao Ziyang who was walking towards her. She looked at Zhao Ziyang's bloody cheek with disdain, as if she wanted to see what this presumptuous man could say.
"Woman..." Zhao Ziyang stretched out a finger, his eyes a little dazed, but after staring at the other person's cheek, the distraction began to condense and he gradually became sober.
After waking up and standing firm, Zhao Ziyang did something that stunned everyone in front of everyone: he forcefully put his arms around the other person's neck and opened his mouth to bite her lips!
Blood dyed the woman's lips red, and a salty taste flowed into her mouth.
"Hahahaha..." Zhao Ziyang licked his lips and laughed arrogantly, turned around and walked towards the boxing ring, looking for Omo.
“Oh my god…” The fox spirit closed his eyes and pretended to pray, muttering, “Holy Mother Mary, please forgive this ignorant little white mouse. He didn’t know that it was the deputy leader, Night Rose Angel…”
The other mercenaries stared at Night Rose with blood in her mouth. They never dreamed that this Chinese boy would kiss the deputy leader like this, and he was so arrogant and looked down on everyone...
After being forced with a blood kiss by Zhao Ziyang, Ye Meigui did not speak a word, but the frost on her face became more and more intense, making anyone who looked at her shiver uncontrollably.
"Special forces, you're finished..." Blade muttered.
The volcanic lava beneath the frozen Night Rose's perfect cheeks was revealed, enough to swallow everything.
"Omo! Kill this Chinese man for me!" An angry roar came out of Night Rose's mouth, then she turned around and walked towards her room.
Zhao Ziyang was the first person who could provoke Night Rose to the point of a volcanic eruption. Everyone knew that Night Rose was elegant and noble, because she was born into a noble family and never showed her emotions...
"Happy to serve you, hahahaha..." Omo laughed with his mouth wide open, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Zhao Ziyang.
However, Zhao Ziyang looked at Omo with contempt in his eyes. He wiped the blood off his face, sneered at Omo and said, "You are very weak at heart. How can a man listen to a woman?"
This sentence did not affect Omo's mood at all. In his heart, there was no distinction between men and women. He listened to Ye Meigui's words not only because she was the deputy leader, but also because she had a tyrannical strength that no man could match.
Night rose, a bleeding rose that blooms at night.
"You're dead!" Omo stuck out his tongue and licked his lips hard, his face full of undisguised murderous intent.
"The third move." Zhao Ziyang opened his mouth and spit out these three words lightly, then he let out a powerful roar, narrowed his eyes and pounced towards Omo like a lion.
He was looking for death. Anyone could see that Zhao Ziyang was looking for death. No one dared to confront Omo head-on. Even a real lion would be knocked away by Omo's punch.
"Roar!" Omo roared and rushed towards Zhao Ziyang with rumbling steps, who stretched out his arms. He wanted to tear this Chinese boy to pieces.
The two men collided violently like two wild beasts, without any hesitation or concession, revealing their wildness without a doubt.
When the two bodies were about to collide and Zhao Ziyang was sure to be knocked away, something strange happened again.
Zhao Ziyang actually used a move that no one had expected: his body suddenly squatted down and lunged forward under the inertia of running, and incredibly slid down between Omo's legs.
Then his narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and he stretched out his fist and hit it hard upwards.
"boom!"
The sound of fists hitting flesh made everyone 's heart twitch. Especially the men, they all felt a sharp pain in their crotch and their bodies trembled involuntarily.
"My balls..." Daofeng's face twitched violently and he turned away silently.
At this time, Omo's body was still, his mouth opened wide, his eyes were round, he covered his hips with his hands, then slowly leaned forward, and finally fell on the boxing ring with a bang.
"Ah!..." A pig-slaughtering howl came out of Omo's mouth. His face turned purple and red. He covered his hips with both hands and rolled desperately on the boxing ring, trying to relieve the unbearable pain in his hips.
Zhao Ziyang punched him hard in the crotch, and the monster-like man couldn't bear it. Omo had no weaknesses, but he was still a man after all...
"You, can't." Zhao Ziyang staggered to his feet and spoke a word of victory to Omo who was howling on the ground. Then his body softened and he fell on the boxing ring.
"Ah...! Special forces, well done. Aoaoao... Chinese Kung Fu! Aoaoao..." Blade circled around the boxing ring frantically, cheering for Zhao Ziyang desperately.
"Damn it!" Swart cursed loudly, muttering, "It was obviously his balls that were broken, where did the Chinese Kung Fu come from... But this Chinese boy is still interesting."
"Ahem..." Seth's cough came from the loudspeaker, and then the boy said proudly: "Sorry, I won, it's a draw, the special forces soldier seems to have fainted."
Blade stopped cheering, looked at Zhao Ziyang lying on the boxing ring, and exchanged glances with a group of mercenaries: The winner was not them, but that bastard Seth...
“Pa pa pa…” A round of applause was heard. Leader Black Hawk came out and looked at Zhao Ziyang lying on the boxing ring with satisfaction. He smiled and said to the mercenaries, “It seems that we really need to add an Oriental man, but he still needs a series of intensive training. Swart? Pandora?”
"Me!" Night Rose's cold voice came out.
The light in her blue eyes was like a sharp ice spike, fiercely piercing Zhao Ziyang lying on the boxing ring...
