The storm of death is like thunder on a summer afternoon, coming too suddenly.
The devout believers of the Boxing God could not accept such a terrifying scene for a while, and they all remained strangely stiff, like strange statues.
Even their facial features and facial muscles were not prepared.
They still maintained the contempt and excitement just now, but they felt that something was wrong.
Confusion seeped out from every pore and condensed into a cloud of fog in front of their eyes.
In the mist, Gus' figure was a little erratic, like a demon crawling out of hell.
Gus is as confused as they are.
Looking at the two legs that were left, I wondered whether I should continue to call them "Han Kou", and then look at the "Thunder-3" type in my arms.
The recoil of ice and fire made his limbs tingle.
This numbness, like the prick of a needle, made the dream and reality gradually merge together.
This is what I did.
This is my strength.
I killed Han Kou, the Han Kou who is as famous as my sister in the town!
Gus grinned, smiling as happily as the devil.
In a breath, naturally, the "Thunder-3" anti-material assault rifle was aimed at the second target, "Zhou Yan" behind the "Han Kou".
Zhou Yan was not afraid.
Because he has been immersed in the belief that "the boxing god is invincible" since he was a child.
His extremely religious logical thinking mode did not allow him to think about what just happened.
So Zhou Yan simply forgot about what happened just now.
Whether he was deceiving himself or others, or whether he was determined to do so, in short, he regarded everything that had just happened as a kind of blind trick, an illusion by the devil, and a test for the boxing god.
As long as he remains steadfast and fearless, he can deliver the most powerful punch to his enemy.
So, the supreme, invincible, and unique Boxing God will definitely bless him, protect him, and even come to him, right?
Zhou Yan thought like this and jumped high towards Gus.
Twenty years of hard training - from swaying with the sandbag when he was babbling, to grinding his teeth while others were playing and playing, from his parents' ardent expectations, to the solemn gaze of the towering statue of the boxing god in the boxing temple. , the memories of the past seemed to turn into brand new power, infused into every meridian, every blood vessel, every muscle and every cell of his.
"Boxing God, help me!"
He shouted loudly and felt something within him that had been dormant for a long time awakening.
In an instant, countless miraculous feats and skills appeared in his mind.
He was enlightened, suddenly enlightened, and seemed to have been reborn and surpassed the peak.
"Breaking through before the battle!"
Everyone saw the fierce battle flames surging from Zhou Yan's body.
It was really like the blessing of the boxing god, turned into gorgeous armor and wrapped around him.
This is a sign of understanding the supreme secret of boxing and breaking through to a new realm.
No one expected that Zhou Yan, a young man who had always been down-to-earth and thus somewhat unknown, would burst out with such powerful power under the stimulation of the devil apostle, relying on his piety and tenacity.
In an instant, everyone's mood suddenly reversed.
The scene where Han Kou was beaten to death by Gus was forcibly forgotten by them.
Instead, only Zhou Yan's brilliance remained.
Under this gorgeous and majestic light like the rising sun, any evil spirit will be turned into powder, and all the ghosts and monsters will be wiped out, right?
Everyone's faces showed wonder and joy.
Then, with eyes of admiration, praise and joy, they watched helplessly as the devout young man, who was about to break through the battle in mid-air and shone brightly, was shot in half by Gus's bullet.
"Crack!"
Zhou Yan, who was broken into two pieces, fell heavily to the ground like two lumps of rotten meat.
Yes, the Boxing God did bless him, allowing him to break through before the battle, possessing a more domineering body-protecting energy and a stronger flesh and blood body.
Therefore, Zhou Yan was not blown to pieces and turned into nothingness like Han Kou.
Although most of the internal organs were blown away, the upper part of the chest and lower part of the pelvis were still intact.
The first frozen and then burnt flesh and blood was temporarily sealed, and the blood did not rush out.
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His consciousness could still remain awake for half a minute, enough for him to look down and see his horrific body.
Zhou Yan's eyes were frozen and his expression was dull, as if a mask of confusion had been condensed on his face.
Even the most intense pain could not break the mask.
Behind the mask, the devout young man chanted repeatedly: "The God of Boxing, help me...The God of Boxing, help me...The God of Boxing, help me...The God of Boxing, help me...The God of Boxing..."
His voice became weaker and weaker, and eventually he could not utter complete syllables at all.
He could only open and close his mouth feebly like a fish thrown on the shore, spitting out bloody bubbles one after another, until the sickle of death, Harvest his pious and confused soul.
The tragic deaths of two consecutive pursuers shattered the self-deception shell of most people.
Their desperate faces, like those of drowning people, finally showed the horror and fear they deserved.
Their eyes looking at the former "waste" kept trembling, like It's staring into a real demon.
Someone finally screamed, and the scream seemed to open the floodgates of catharsis.
After a while, seven or eight pursuers screamed hysterically, and their strength seemed to leak out with the screams, so much so that their legs He couldn't even support his own body.
He was either slumping to the ground, or rolling and crawling backwards.
"demon!"
"What power is this?"
"How could the mechanical demon and the steam demon have such terrifying power?"
"The God of Boxing is on top, the God of Boxing——" They cried and became a confused mess.
At this time, it was the turn of the ascetic monks in the pursuit team to show off their power.
Unlike ordinary boxers, ascetics are people who are willing to dedicate their lives and souls to the god of boxing and give up everything to devote themselves to the iron fist.
After making a vow, they have to undergo the severe test of the Fist Temple.
They usually have to sit cross-legged and meditate under the impact of a waterfall for ten days and ten nights.
They also have to survive alone in the deep mountains and forests for a year and a half without any tools, or they may be tied up from head to toe.
The heavy iron chain crosses the vast desert.
Only those who can withstand such a test are qualified to enter the Temple of Boxing, practice the most profound secrets of boxing, and become an assistant, priest or even a higher priest in the Temple of Boxing.
Compared with ordinary boxers, ascetics love pain and are not afraid of death.
Their faith in the god of boxing is as strong as iron and they will never be bewitched by any tricks of the devil.
Even if such a ridiculous scene occurs, the ascetics can still hypnotize themselves and even strengthen their crystal clear and indestructible faith.
"The demon is powerful, form a formation and surrender!"
More than a dozen ascetic monks roared loudly, their arms suddenly expanded, glowing like metal, and then their iron fists crossed and collided fiercely, making a sound like the clash of swords.
The sound wave turned into an invisible cage, and the ascetic monks surrounded Gus.
Their faith was like a mountain, and their fighting spirit was like a tide.
They attacked Gus head and head.
Gus blinked.
The "Thunder-3" anti-material assault rifle was thrown away, but the "Kuroshio" triple heavy Vulcan cannon was picked up.