On the fighting field, Xiao Yuanchao fought with the brutal Marcus. Every punch and every kick were extremely slow, but it was as fast as lightning. The speed and strength of the fists and legs touched the ubiquitous air; the body movement like a hurricane brought up countless dust on the ground.

From the moment when the desperate battle began, the people around them could not see the attack movements of the two people. Because the two people were covered with dust, because both of their fists and legs were in a slow state, but it just made you unable to see the attack or the leg.

That's because it's too fast, so fast makes people's retina have an illusion and deceives their eyes.

This is a critical strike, a battle between two people with critical strike power. There is no sound of fists and feet intersecting, because once any intersecting sound appears, it means that one of the people will be beaten or killed.

Everyone longs to hear dull noises, but they hope they will never hear them. This is like standing in the most formal casino, staring at the fairest and most difficult to control roulette, and seeing which frame the sieve will fall on.

Win or lose, all at the moment when the roulette stops and the sieve stops jumping.

Zhukov gasped, his hands trembling because of Parkinson's syndrome were even more severe; Li Xian closed his eyes slightly, and his right hand was tightly clenched, clenching his Tang sword tightly, and his veins were exposed.

Li Linglong stared at her eyes to the extreme, trying to distinguish the attacks of the two entangled together; Prince Shi lay softly in Liang Ying's arms, coughing while staring at Xiao Yuanchao in the battle.

Xiao Yuanchao and the brutal Marcus had never had any form of contact. They were trying to hit each other, but they were trying to avoid each other.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!..."

The wind rolled up from his fists whizzed past Xiao Yuan's ears, which represented the most peak power and speed, and was the perfect fusion of the most peak speed and power.

Similarly, there was a sudden sound of wind breaking in Marcus's ears. When he attacked Xiao Yuanchao with a critical strike that perfectly merged speed and power, the other party was also attacking him.

The two people who attacked each other did not have any anger or impatience in their eyes, but were completely calm.

The two of them dare not relax at all, because once they relax, they may be beaten to death by the other party. The battle between them is more dangerous than any battle. If they are asked to sell spears and shields, they will definitely say that their spears can penetrate their shields.

Because their bodies cannot withstand the critical strike, they can use critical strikes.

The critical hit with a strong visual impact was not shown, there was no blood or violence, and there was only the way people were getting bored.

Even Li Linglong had an illusion that she felt like Xiao Yuanchao and Marcus were playing house. Because the impression of the critical strike was too deep for her. In the battle between thousands of people in the prison mountain, Xiao Yuanchao's cruelty and domineering force of killing a strong man with one punch is vivid in his mind, and it is completely beyond the critical strike in front of him.

This is a critical strike? This is simply a martial arts performance that is extremely familiar to each other and is practicing martial arts in conjunction with each other, and it is a martial arts performance that has no appreciation value.

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes, half an hour...

Everyone's emotions began to change from tension to relax, and then the relaxed emotions turned into impatience, especially Zhukov.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him as fast as possible!" Zhukov shouted at Marcus: "I gave you so much money not for you to play, but for you to win for me! Kill this guy, you will be the only person standing at the top; kill this guy, you can do whatever you want with money! Kill him quickly, I have given you enough money, you pig!"

The impatient Zhukov began to curse, calling Marcus a pig. Because he no longer wanted to watch anymore, he hoped to decide the winner as soon as possible, and then stand in the temple to satisfy his dream when he was young.

Marcus's eyes, who was fighting with Xiao Yuanchao in a life-and-death battle, suddenly changed, and a hint of anger rose. Under this angry look, his movements were slightly frozen for a moment.

But it was this moment that determined Marcus's fate.

Xiao Yuanchao would not give up on this, absolutely not. His right fist went a moment faster than Marcus's right fist and accurately hit the opponent's left shoulder.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

The left shoulder was hit critically, and Marcus's body froze. The entire left button pushed a bag back under the force of the critical strike, and the bones on his shoulders were shattered in an instant. When the bones on his left shoulder were shattered, his entire left arm lost its strength and drooped softly on the left side of his body.

"Please don't kill me!" Marcus made a pleading voice at Xiao Yuanchao.

Hearing the other party's begging, Xiao Yuanchao's calm eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, but he still killed him.

It’s a pity that the doubt in his eyes slowed down for a moment, so that Marcus would escape from his attack range.

The brutal Marcus is recognized as the king of fighting in the world, but such a king of fighting in the face of serious injury, and his identity and voice show a strong contrast that is completely impossible. I am afraid that everyone will temporarily lose their minds.

Xiao Yuanchao was sure that Marcus was not afraid of death. If he was afraid of death, he would never have lived to this day.

With one punch, the outcome of this battle is obvious: Marcus is defeated, and Kangba's danger is relieved...

This is not a thrilling battle, it can only be an ultimate battle full of expectations and ends in boredom and anxiety.

"You, you, you..." Zhukov stared at Marcus, whose left shoulder was broken, and he didn't know what to say.

He spent a lot of money to make Marcus fight for him, and the result was to win! But Marcus lost and was punched by an unknown little person...

"You owe me a dollar!" Marcus said to Zhukov: "You didn't pay the money! One dollar is not important to you, but one dollar can make a displaced child live! In Africa, a small dollar can save a life, but you refuse to give me that dollar! Since you refuse to give it, I won't want a penny of this money. Also, I am not a pig, you are a real pig! Only pigs want to conquer the Temple of Kangba, and only pigs think they are arrogant. What are you? You are just a traitor!"

"You, you... t What do you think you are? You are just a dog I trained, but a killer I trained!" Zhukov was trembling all over, pointed at Marcus and shouted: "Get out, get out to your Africa, get out to Africa and live with your African pigs. Marcus, don't worry, I will definitely kill you, including your group of African pigs!"

Marcus slowly tied his soft left arm to his body, glanced at Zhukov with disdain.

He turned around and nodded at Xiao Yuanchao and said, "Thank you for not killing me. If you need anything in the future, Marcus will definitely do his best to help."

After saying that, Marcus covered his seriously injured left arm, threw Zhukov down, and strode away from Kangba...
Chapter completed!