Huh! Huh!

Two extremely hard wind-breaking sounds suddenly came, and the two Zhukovs' killing weapons used their legs to launch a killing attack on Xiao Yuanchao at the same time.

Zhukov is the boss, and the boss's safety is the greatest!

When attacked, Xiao Yuanchao remained motionless, still staring at Zhukov with his drunken eyes.

But just as two iron legs that were enough to divide gold and gravel were about to fall on Xiao Yuanchao, his eyes suddenly became clear, extremely clear.

It seemed as if all the drunkenness was gone away from him, and he left him in an instant!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The muffled sound that rose almost at the same time reached Zhukov's ears. He stared incredibly at Xiao Yuanchao who swung his fists to block his best killer attack.

"Uh..." A hiccup came out, and Xiao Yuanchao stared at Zhukov with Qingming eyes and said, "I firmly believe that today will be your most painful day, because you touched my boss and made me angry!"

Xiao Yuanchao stood up slowly, stood up with his fist against the calves of two killers, and then easily opened his fists.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

The two murderers fell heavily to the ground. They gritted their teeth and hugged their hit calf. Their bodies twitched in pain, but they refused to make a sound.

Their calves were severely damaged. Although their bones were not broken, they had lost the ability to support their bodies to walk normally. The power of Xiao Yuanchao's two fists was very terrifying, and he guided all the power of the earth on his fists.

In this case, even real steel must be bent even if it is hit.

The last killer immediately pulled Zhukov behind him, blocked his boss with his body, and kicked Xiao Yuanchao like lightning.

"Bang!"

He kicked Xiao Yuanchao's bulging belly with an extremely sharp kick, and flew backwards. While flying out, the wine in his stomach rushed out along Xiao Yuanchao's throat, pulling out a water line in the air.

"Very!...Very!..."

After falling to the ground, Xiao Yuanchao continued to vomit. There was almost no food in his stomach, all of them were liquor. In a short time, the liquor he vomited turned into a small pool of water in the fighting arena and flowed down the low-lying area.

The place where he was kicked out was next to the brutal Marcus and Prince Shi, interrupting the life-and-death struggle between Marcus and Prince Shi.

"You!..." Xiao Yuanchao raised his cheeks full of tears and snot, pointed to the brutal Marcus' nose and said, "You fight me, your opponent is me...don't..."

Another large mouthful of white wine was spit out and sprayed on the ground.

After spitting out this mouthful, Xiao Yuanchao raised his head again, wiped his mouth, and smiled at Prince Shi, "Boss, I've been lame for so many years, so don't come out to act as a big-tail donkey. I'll get this guy done, and then let's have a drink. I'll take you to the nightclub and find you ten big-bitch princesses!"

"Cough cough cough..." Prince Shi let out a series of coughs, looked at Xiao Yuanchao, and left the fighting arena without hesitation.

He is a professional soldier, and professional soldiers know how to advance and retreat better. The broken ribs of the lung lobe are stabbed, which is equivalent to losing combat effectiveness. Continuing to fight will be death or death, and there will be no value in death.

The brutal Marcus did not stop Prince Shi from leaving, and his eyes were completely on Xiao Yuanchao. This was his opponent, the opponent he had identified from the beginning, and the only opponent who could compete with him.

"This is the third game." Zhukov stared at Li Xian with a gloomy face and said, "If you lose again in the third game, you have to get out of here!"

In the first game, Gu Feng was kicked to death, and in the second game, Prince Shi was beaten to lose his combat effectiveness. He was obviously defeated, and now it is the third game. According to the agreement, if Zhukov wins, Kangba's people will have to go out from here.

"That's right, it's the third game." Li Xian stared at Zhukov and said, "If you lose the third game, there is no need to go through the next two games, right?"

"No," Zhukov nodded and whispered to brutal Marcus: "Kill him!"

Hearing Zhukov's orders, the brutal Marcus immediately walked towards Xiao Yuanchao. His eyes were still indifferent, and his pupils were terrifying.

"Swish!"

Marcus, who was about to approach Xiao Yuanchao, suddenly accelerated and rushed to Xiao Yuanchao at a shocking speed, waving his fist and smashing it at the other side.

It is indeed a shocking speed, because Marcus's speed completely surpasses people's imagination. It is even said that the current speed is at least twice as fast as the speed of seriously injured Prince Shi.

This speed contains extremely huge power. When this power is concentrated on the fist and hits it, it shows a light and slow speed.

This is a normal phenomenon. What kind of illusion will you feel when you stare at a fast-rotating car tire? Do you feel that you suddenly slow down? Yes, Marcus's fist feels like that, it's ridiculously fast, but it's light and slow.

This is the speed and power of a critical strike. When facing a real opponent, Marcus used the absolute critical strike force when he came up.

At this moment, everyone seemed to see Xiao Yuanchao's head being blown by Marcus, his eyes thrust and his head was broken and deformed.

Xiao Yuanchao seemed to be stunned by Marcus's critical strike. He couldn't help but sit down on the ground with his butt, and then he fell to the ground. When he fell to the ground, he rolled back in a mess and rolled all the wine he had vomited.

But even after he was in a mess, he could barely avoid Marcus's critical strike and escape by luck from the hands of the god of death.

"Wait! Wait!" Xiao Yuanchao hurriedly shouted at Marcus: "Let me slow down for a while, slow down for a while! You are using the power of critical strikes now, but I am still a dizzy person and cannot use the power of critical strikes..."

Xiao Yuanchao became more and more sober, but becoming more and more sober was definitely not a good phenomenon. He kept drinking to make himself confused and put himself in that critical state.

But now I am getting more and more awake, and the more I am, the further I am from the critical strike state.

"Critical strike..." Marcus stared at Xiao Yuanchao and whispered: "It needs to be inspired!"

As he finished speaking, Marcus swept towards Xiao Yuanchao like a hurricane. At this moment, he exerted his speed and strength to the extreme that his body could bear, and launched a deadly attack on Xiao Yuanchao.

"Swoosh!"

Marcus, who led the hurricane, rushed to Xiao Yuanchao like a ghost, pinched the other party's neck, and slammed Xiao Yuanchao's chest lightly with his seemingly slow left fist.

A powerful force that was enough to make people creepy wrapped around Xiao Yuanchao's body. He could clearly feel that he was trembling and trembling because of fear. He felt that he was already dead, and at this moment, his wine sobered up and completely woke up.

The strong danger of death stimulated all the nerves of Xiao Yuanchao. The fear was like a maggot that made him despair, wailing, screaming...

When his fist hits his chest, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes, which were so scared that they change, became lost in the spirit that normal people have, became extremely bright, and so deep that it makes people unable to help but squinting into it.

"Bang!"

Marcus just pressed on Xiao Yuanchao's fist and was pinched, and it was pinched steadily, making it difficult for him to continue to move forward half an inch.

"I understand," Xiao Yuanchao made a calm voice: "The critical strike needs to be activated, thank you."
Chapter completed!