At the foot of the Temple Mount of Kangba, an old white man with white hair looked up at Kangba, with an unconcealable excitement in his muddy eyes.·Shou·Fa

"It's been more than thirty years, and I can finally stand here again." The man stretched out his trembling right hand, and the steps extended to the mountain at the end, and rushed to a man in his thirties and with a pair of black pupils beside him: "Marcus, at most three days, the Temple of Komba will step on our feet. Are you excited?"

The man named Marcus just smiled slightly and did not answer the old white man's words. But his eyes were filled with a strong heat, full of high fighting heat.

"Think about it, you will soon be able to trample these high-level warriors who claim to be noble blood, so that they will no longer be proud, but will breathe like dying dogs. Are you not excited? When you sweep the highest existence of the world and make him kneel in front of you and cry, you will not be proud? Marcus, my cruelty, we are facing the peak of the fighting world, we are facing the invincible temple, high above! Have you seen these steps? It does not lead to Kampa, but to a height that no one has ever reached!"

The older white man became more and more excited as he spoke, but as he became excited, his right hand trembled even harder. Even his facial muscles twitched strangely, and the bones that were about to fall off.

"I'm very excited, but definitely not as excited as you, Mr. Zhukov." Marcus stared at the other party's trembling right hand and said, "And there is another point, don't call me cruel, because I don't like this nickname. Twenty years ago, I had killed the leader of the Temple of Comba. Now standing here is just a repeat of history. That's it for me, but for you... I'm just a traitor in the Temple of Comba. Of course, the traitor is just for the loser. Three days later you will succeed, and the successful will take off the traitor's hat and chant and praise it."

"You don't understand, you don't understand..."

"Yes, I don't understand, I don't understand why you are so persistent." Marcus shrugged and said, "You should know that extreme means will inevitably lead to extreme revenge. When you use mercenaries, have you ever thought that the people in the Temple of Kangba would..."

"I don't care. As long as I can stand in the temple of Kangba, it's fine for even a second!"

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This old white man was named Zhukov, and Zhukov training camp was named after him. He was the only leader of Zhukov training camp, and all Zhukov's killing weapons would obey his orders and orders.

"Maybe you are too optimistic. There is also a fighting master who can attack critically." Marcus reminded.

"But he is only eighteen years old!" Zhukov said in a deep voice.

"Yes, he is only eighteen years old." Marcus whispered, holding his chin gently, "Mr. Zhukov, have you forgotten how old I was twenty years ago? Twenty years ago I was only nineteen years old, and when I was nineteen, I killed the leader of the Temple of Kangba, so don't underestimate my age... By the way, my reward this time..."

Marcus stretched out his hand and showed a smile on his face.

"When I stand in the temple, your reward will reach your account, and you can leave Zhukov and go wherever you think," Zhukov said to Marcus.

"No, the plan has changed. None of us expected a critical fighter to appear in the Temple of Kangba. For this kind of emergencies, I want to say that you have to add money to me, otherwise I will not do it. This requires risking your life. In other words, I am not sure about the fighting master in Kangba."

"You're not sure?" Zhukov turned his head and stared at Marcus, saying with a hint of dissatisfaction: "You are the king of fighting for twenty years. Will you not be able to deal with an eighteen-year-old young man?"

"Yes, I'm not sure, because you don't understand what a critical hit is at all." Marcus said with some distress: "There is no level division of critical hits, and there is no skill, because at absolute speed and strength, skills are useless. In other words, as long as the opponent can hit critically, I have no confidence in winning. We will be on the same level and on the same strength, maybe I will die, maybe he will die. So I asked for extra money and increase it by fifty percent on the original basis!"

Zhukov stared at Marcus for a long time, nodded slightly, and agreed to the other party's temporary price increase. He knew a problem very well. If he did not give the other party a satisfactory price, then this unfamiliar dog would never continue to do things for him, although the other party was trained in the training camp.

"Thank you so much. At this time, I think you are God!" Marcus said with a smile on his face after receiving the promise of a price increase: "Although you are a devil more often, no one can deny the powerful charm of you combining God and the devil. As you wish, I will let you finally step into the Temple of Kampa, and I will definitely do it!"

Zhukov really doesn't understand critical strikes, nor does he know whether what Marcus said is true or false. But one thing is that as long as it can be achieved with money, it doesn't count at all.

"By the way, I really want to remind you that it is better to withdraw the mercenaries. This is a sacred fighting showdown, not a gun-to-gun showdown." Marcus said the mercenary problem again.

"That's my business. You just need to do your business well." Zhukov said coldly: "I want to kill Kangba, I want to kill all the people in Kangba!"

When he said this, Zhukov's eyes were filled with strong killing. This kind of killing was entirely caused by hatred, and unforgettable hatred.

"Okay, that's your business, I have no right to interfere." Marcus spread his hands and said, "There are five games in total. Do you need me to attend all?"

"Of course, otherwise what will you do?"

"Support me?" Marcus was stunned for a moment, walked to Zhukov and whispered to him: "Don't say raising me, I have made enough money for you! That's right, I came out of your training camp, and you have also made a lot of efforts for my growth, but you have to remember one thing, my wings are already extremely hard, enough to carry me to fly to every corner of the world! Mr. Zhukov, this is our last deal, the last deal! I didn't choose like you

Betrayal is kindness. Remember, this is our last transaction, and there will be no next time. Because I always remember the day you locked me up with the bear, and I always remember the scene where you stood outside the beast cage, drinking delicious red wine while letting your baby bear bit me to death because I stole a half biscuit thrown into the trash can! Immediately transfer the money to my account, immediately, immediately, I just fight for money, you ****!"
Chapter completed!