Everything happened too quickly.
Many people didn't even see it clearly. What was going on? What was going on?
Song E was about to kick Lan Ling's head off. How did he suddenly fly out?
Bang! Song E fell to the ground and struggled to get up. After a few tries, he staggered and spat out blood.
But he still used all his strength to get up and put his palms together at Lan Ling. "Master, I lost. Thank you for letting me see my true martial arts. Although I lost, I was extremely lucky. "
He was indeed a martial arts fanatic.
Lan Ling walked up and gently massaged his Shanzhong acupuncture point.
Immediately, all the pain in Song E's body disappeared. He felt even more like a miracle. He immediately sat down and closed his eyes to reflect on what had just happened.
…
Lin Hao looked at the scene in shock. He didn't expect Lan Ling to be so powerful. Song E was defeated in one move. Lin Hao immediately looked at the A-class Russian mercenary.
The muscular and strong mercenary stood up and looked at Song E with disdain. Then, he mumbled something.
Lan Ling could understand any language in the world. He didn't even need to listen. He only needed to analyze the mental waves they released when they spoke.
"You idiot. This gigolo can't compare to you in terms of strength or speed. He just used a trick and you still think he's a master?"
He spoke in English. Lin Hao didn't understand English, so his assistant translated for him.
After Lin Hao heard it, he couldn't help but look at Master Ming, the number one fighter in Hua Dong.
Master Ming didn't understand English, but his disciple, Frosty, could. He immediately translated for his master.
"Hahaha …" Hua Dong's number one fighter said, "Our Chinese martial arts are broad and profound. This young man only knows a little and he's already shocked our country's martial arts. It can be seen that our Chinese martial arts are the best of all. This kind of pressure point technique? Although it's the expertise of internal martial arts, it's not like we don't know how to do it. Frosty, go demonstrate. "
"Yes!" Master Ming's disciple, Frosty, said.
Then, Frosty came to a muscular bodyguard beside Lin Hao and said, "I'm going to order you. Get ready."
Suddenly, the bodyguard, who was as strong as a bear, gathered all the strength in his body, and his muscles suddenly bulged. Then, he suddenly roared, "Come on!"
Frosty raised two fingers and pointed at the bodyguard's Shanzhong acupuncture point.
"Ah …"
Lin Hao's bodyguard suddenly let out a miserable howl, and then his face instantly turned purple. He staggered and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Frosty stepped forward and helped to massage and unseal his acupoints.
After a long while, the bodyguard felt like he was going to die. His brain lacked oxygen, and all his blood was congested together. He felt like he was going to explode, and he was in extreme pain.
With this performance, everyone came to a sudden realization. So that was what was going on.
Hua Dong's number one expert, Grandpa Ming, said, "This young friend here practices internal martial arts, which are known for their flexibility and dexterity. Presumably, he hadn't studied for a long time, so he couldn't fight head-on with others. He could only look for opportunities to launch sneak attacks. Although it's not very honorable, in a life and death situation, the winner takes all, and there's nothing to blame. "
This Hua Dong's number one expert spoke as if he was a grandmaster, but behind the scenes, every word he said was trampling on Lan Ling, belittling him as someone who only knew how to use tricks and sneak attacks.
However, there was a very understanding tone. He used the tone of a grandmaster commenting on a little macaque, high and mighty.
This group of martial artists might be good at martial arts, but they were definitely good at talking. If there was a chance to trample on others, they definitely wouldn't let it go. Because this was related to their livelihood, and the market was so small, if they didn't trample on others, how could they show that they were awesome?
Then, Grandpa Ming said to the Russian A-rank mercenary, "Let me give you some advice. Don't fight with him, it's best to kill him in one shot from a distance."
His disciple, Frosty, translated for the mercenary, who didn't disagree.
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The Russian A-rank mercenary, Nicholas, stepped onto the stage, still playing with a dagger in his hand.
Lan Ling stood ten meters in front of him.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
The mercenary suddenly threw out three daggers, aiming at Lan Ling's upper, middle, and lower body, completely sealing him off.
He still listened to the advice and took Lan Ling's life from a distance.
At this distance, the dagger that he threw out had a hundred percent chance of hitting its target.
"Ah …" At the same time, he let out a loud roar. His entire body was like a cannonball, rushing toward Lan Ling.
Even if the daggers hit Lan Ling, he would still rush over and beat Lan Ling into a pulp.
This was his signature move. Once the enemy was hit, all the bones in their body would be crushed, turning them into a pile of rotten meat.
The louder his signature move, the higher his price.
The three daggers flew at a very fast speed, covering the ten meters in an instant. At least, the people at the side couldn't see it clearly.
However …
Lan Ling didn't move an inch.
The three daggers seemed to have turned on their own, flying past his ears and between his legs.
Grandpa Ming saw it clearly and couldn't help but be shocked.
From this distance, he should have hit the target. Why did he miss?
Did this mercenary Nicholas do it on purpose? Was he trying to distract Lan Ling so that he could be killed in one hit?
That must be it. Otherwise, at a distance of ten meters, the mercenary would have definitely hit the target.
Of course not. Lan Ling used his divine power to control the three daggers to fly out of the trajectory easily.
But at this moment!
"Bang!"
The Russian A-class mercenary Nicholas had already arrived. His terrifying iron fists rained down on Lan Ling.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang …"
In a short period of time, he landed more than a hundred punches on Lan Ling's body.
No one could bear to look at it. This mercenary Nicholas's punches carried a force of two hundred kilograms. Furthermore, he was wearing a pair of extremely sharp and hard tungsten steel gloves.
Therefore, the scene in front of them must be extremely tragic. The pretty boy, Lan Ling, must have been beaten into a pulp.
"Ah, ah, ah …" After a few hundred punches, Nicholas let out a series of wolf howls and suddenly smashed into the marble staircase beside him.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the incomparably hard marble staircase was smashed through, and rubble flew everywhere.
This scene was too shocking. He actually smashed through the cement and marble staircase with one punch? That was too terrifying.
If this hit a person, wouldn't they be beaten into meat paste?!
Of course, the bystanders did not know that it was actually the tungsten steel gloves that broke through the marble staircase.
After the punch, Nicholas did not even look at it. He turned around and left. "Remember to transfer the money to my account."
He seemed very cold because every time he finished a punch, he would not look at the corpse because there was nothing to look at. It must have been beaten into a pulp.
However, at this moment, Lan Ling's voice came from behind.
"It's not over yet. Why are you leaving?"
Then, Lan Ling walked out from the shadows of the staircase.
He was completely unscathed. Even his clothes were not torn.
The mercenary expert Nicholas looked at his own eyes in disbelief. He had just punched him a few hundred times, but the other party was actually unscathed. How was this possible?
"No, it's impossible!" Nicholas roared.
Then, he suddenly stepped forward, waved his terrifying iron fist, and smashed it toward Lan Ling's chest, where his heart was.
This iron fist whistled past, with a force of hundreds of kilograms, coupled with a terrifying speed, the total force was enough to kill a cow.
"Bang!"
The iron fist with the tungsten steel gloves smashed hard into Lan Ling's chest, where his heart was.
However …
It was as if he had hit the air. There was no reaction at all.
Nicholas looked as if he had seen a ghost. He looked at his fist in disbelief, and then looked at Lan Ling's chest.
Then, he punched wildly again, smashing wildly into Lan Ling's chest.
However, Lan Ling was still unscathed.
"Your murderous intent is too strong, and you have killed too many people. I will cripple this arm for you." Lan Ling said lightly, grabbed his arm, and shook it lightly.
"Ah …" A shrill scream.
The Russian mercenary expert's thick arm was broken, and then shattered into pieces.
It was really like a slow-motion movie, analyzing frame by frame.
His entire arm was made of flesh and blood, but it was like a plaster, shattering inch by inch.
Then, this mercenary expert Nicholas's arm disappeared, turning into a pool of flesh and blood on the ground.
Everyone was completely stunned!
Oh my god?
There was actually such a powerful expert?
Too … too scary!
Lan Ling turned around and walked toward the number one expert in East China, Master Ming.
At this moment, the mercenary expert Nicholas suddenly pulled out a large caliber pistol, aimed at Lan Ling's back, and fired.
"Bang!"
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