Chapter 1569 The Fight in the Cage

Marshall smiled slightly and pointed to the iron cage not far away, "Now all three of you are in."

"don't want!"

The thin prisoner seemed to realize something was wrong and shook his head vigorously.

"Believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot!"

A soldier put his pistol on the other party's head like a ferocious spirit.

"Okay, I can't listen to you."

In desperation, the thin prisoner had to agree and slowly walked into the iron cage. His difficult expression seemed to be walking towards the abyss.

"What about you guys?"

The soldier asked again the other two prisoners.

The bald prisoner and the long-braided prisoner looked at each other, knowing that they had no choice, so they nodded and agreed: "Whatever."

"Bang!"

Soon, when all three prisoners walked into the iron cage, the soldiers closed the only door they could walk out.

"This is the cage of death, you can think of it as a closed fight stand."

Marshall introduced, "Only one of the two sides of the fight can leave alive."

"I announce that you two."

He pointed to the two sturdy prisoners.

When the short prisoner heard this, his facial expression suddenly fell into endless despair.

Because even one of them could not beat him, not to mention two opponents.

Without being injured, he could not beat a strong prisoner, not to mention that his left wrist is now broken.

This is clearly the rhythm of letting oneself die.

The other side is just the opposite. The two of them celebrating each other with high fives, not to mention how happy they are, because they know that they are sure to win and they will definitely win.

To kill the short prisoners, it is similar to trampling on a grasshopper to death.

"If you want me to die, just say it-"

The thin prisoner said to Marshall, with a helpless smile on his face.

Because such a life-and-death duel is very unfair to him.

"Young man, don't be nervous. I have always been fair in doing things. The competition has not yet begun, so how can I be sure that I will die?"

"You broke my hand. The strength of me and them is very different. Can you beat each other?"

"In fact, you are a lucky person."

Marshall threw the blue shield medicine bottle up the sky and landed it in the arms of the thin prisoner.

"What's this?"

After receiving the medicine bottle, the other party asked in confusion.

"After taking this thing, your combat power will be urged with infinite potential, which will become your opponent's nightmare."

"I feel like you are playing with me." The thin prisoner was half-believing. There was no such magical medicine in the world, at least he had never heard of it.

"cut--"

The two prisoners on the opposite side sneered, because they felt that even if the opponent took the Blue Shield, it would be impossible to defeat them in a short time.

After all, one of the thin guy's wrists had just been broken, and they hit each other, which was a huge difference in strength for the eagle to catch the chicken.

"If you don't want to die, it's better to take it now." Marshall reminded the skinny prisoner.

"Oh well."

The thin prisoner felt that he was dead anyway, so it would be better to believe General Marshall once, what if he was using him for a drug test.

He placed all his hope on the small bottle of green liquid and unscrewed the bottle cap with his right hand.

"No need to drink too much, a few drops will work."

Marshall's words were still half a beat slower because the thin prisoner raised his neck and drank half a bottle of Blue Shield.

"call--"

As soon as the sweet liquid was eaten, the thin prisoner exhaled a white air flow that could be distinguished by the naked eye.

He felt hot all over, and his muscles from head to toe suddenly became trembling.

And inside the body, it is like a volcano erupting, and the heat waves rush around the meridians, blood, and bones, losing control!

Hot! It’s so hot! Unbearable!

Heat began to vent above his head.

"What's going on?"

Seeing this, the two prisoners on the other side were stunned and did not understand that such a strange change had occurred because the other party had just taken half a bottle of blue liquid.

Their hearts couldn't help but rise high, feeling that the other party would mutate and possess intimidating energy.

"It seems that this blue shield is really effective."

"It's just not clear how powerful it can produce."

Seeing this, those psychics couldn't help but whisper and talked about it.

A confident smile appeared on Marshall's face. It seemed that he believed in Blue Shield and was confident.

The thin man's body continued to shake, and it was intuitively visible that his originally ordinary muscles were constantly expanding, expanding, and becoming bigger, as if mice were drilling into his muscles.

The yellow skin also turned red, as if it was drinking too much, and it seemed like there was a blazing flame burning in it.

"Swish--"

The thin prisoner's clothes were stretched open and torn apart by rapidly expanding muscles, and the raised muscle mass on his shoulder blades was very hideous and scary.

"Swish-swish-swish-swish-"

His clothes were constantly torn apart, and soon his coat was torn into strips of cloth. The huge muscles that appeared in front of everyone were shocking, and it was inevitable that people would think of fitness coaches, Stallone, and Schwarzenegger.

The muscles of the two strong prisoners on the opposite side are very good, but now they are much inferior to those of the thin prisoners.

"Don't give him another chance, kill him now."

One of them suggested that after all, if the energy of the thin prisoners continues to increase, the situation will be greatly disadvantageous to them.

The two hit it off, like two wild bisons, and rushed towards the prisoner who was constantly increasing their energy without saying a word.

"Dong!"

The bald prisoner's fist hit the thin prisoner's heart. He originally thought that a punch would directly blow the other party's heart, and then after he took action, he felt something was wrong.

Because after his fist hit the thin prisoner, he was immediately bounced back by the muscles in his chest, and the bones of his hand seemed to have broken in the violent impact.

The other person, the prisoner with a braid, was much better, because as soon as he rushed to the thin prisoner, he was kicked in the abdomen by the other party.

"Bang--"

The power of that kick was at least tens of thousands of pounds, and it was kicked away directly.

The body of the prisoner with a long braid flew into the iron cage behind him, then rebounded and fell to the ground, immediately collapsed with two front teeth, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Come on, don't you want to kill me, coward, stand up!"

The thin prisoner roared fiercely at the two of them.

At this moment, under the influence of the drug, his face was hideous, like a demonic villain with great sin. His eyes were covered with scarlet blood, and he looked like he had mutated.

"I'm fighting with you!"

The bald man was shocked and scared when he saw this, but he knew that even if he didn't attack, it would be useless, because the other party would definitely take the initiative to launch an offensive.

After all, in this battle of life and death, only one party in the iron cage can leave alive.
Chapter completed!