The master who was ranked seventeenth on the dark list had an extraordinary power as soon as he made a move.
However, the mixed-race young man didn't take Qiu San's fist seriously at all. He just casually stretched out a finger and tapped Qiu San's right fist.
Hiss! The white air flow instantly exploded from the place where the two met, and strong winds whipped up on the ground, blowing away the bench behind Qiu San and the body of the short man on the ground.
You must know that the metal benches in the airport lobby are fixed to the ground.
The weight of a short and stocky man is at least 150 kilograms.
It was blown away by the white airflow.
The professional killers who were watching the battle slipped and slid back half a meter before they regained their balance.
Only Tang Qiuling stood firmly on the spot, her long ponytail hair blown up.
After the white air flow dissipated, Qiu San looked at the mixed-race young man in front of him in disbelief.
The opponent blocked his attack with just one finger?
What kind of terrifying power is this?
At this moment, Qiu San finally believed in his heart that the mixed-race young man might be the Evil Emperor.
There are not many Chinese people ranked high on the dark list. As far as Qiu San knows, apart from him, the only person who can be confirmed to be Chinese is the Evil Emperor, who is ranked third.
"Take me a torrent cannon!"
Qiu San, who was frightened and angry, raised his fists high and struck the mixed-race young man on the head from top to bottom.
The air was turbulent again, and the vortex of air flow caused by Qiu San's fists was like a river rushing into the sea. Even the professional killers standing in the distance felt a little short of breath.
With such an astonishing power, if it hits the ground, it will probably make a big hole! How can the fragile human body resist such a move?
Just when everyone thought that the mixed-race young man would temporarily avoid the edge, the mixed-race young man revealed a confident smile.
"Qiu San, even if a hundred of you come together, why should this Evil Emperor be afraid?"
As the mixed-race young man's proud voice sounded, he lifted his right palm flatly.
Qiu San's special move "Running Cannon" was forcefully supported! The turbulent air flow stopped in an instant.
Can't even feel a breeze.
Qiu San finally felt uncontrollable fear in his heart.
As expected of the real Evil Emperor, his power is so terrifying! However, before Qiu San could even think about how to change his moves, the mixed-race young man turned his palm into a fist and hit him in the chest with a punch! The scene where the short man was knocked away just now was repeated again.
It happened again with Qiu San.
However, the mixed-race young man's punch was much more powerful than the air cannon punch Qiu San had just used to hit the short man.
Qiu San hit several pillars in the hall one after another before falling to the ground.
The electric sparks caused by the collision with the wires and the shattering of the ceiling stones scared the passengers and fled in all directions, not daring to watch and take pictures.
After cleaning up the "Air Cannon Three", the mixed-race young man clapped his hands casually, and then glanced at the many professional killers present.
"Let's go together, why are you hesitating?
This evil emperor’s head is worth fifty million US dollars.”
The killers looked at each other, no one dared to be the first to make a move.
At this time, Tang Qiuling came out of the corner and reprimanded with a frosty face: "This person is not the Evil Emperor. Don't let him deceive you!"
Seeing this heroic beauty with a peerless appearance, the professional killers couldn't help but froze for a moment.
She's so beautiful! If it weren't for the wrong occasion, some of the men among the killers would want to go up and strike up a conversation.
When the mixed-race young man heard what Tang Qiuling said, his expression remained very calm. He smiled slightly and said, "Beauty, you said I am not the Evil Emperor. Do you know the Evil Emperor?"
"I..." Tang Qiuling originally wanted to answer that she knew him.
But when Chen Xuan came to Japan, everyone wanted to take Chen Xuan's life.
If she reveals that she knows Chen Xuan, she will definitely be tracked by many professional killers to find Chen Xuan's location.
After a change of thought, Tang Qiuling changed her words and said: "I only know that the evil emperor is definitely not a mixed race, but an orthodox Chinese."
"Haha, beauty, what you said is what Qiu San has said just now. Since none of you have seen the true face of the Evil Emperor, how can you conclude that the Evil Emperor is not a hybrid?"
The mixed-race young man always maintains a confident and relaxed look on his face.
In the eyes of professional killers, this kind of magnanimity can only be possessed by a super strong person at the level of the Evil Emperor.
Moreover, the mixed-race young man had just killed Qiu San, who was ranked seventeenth on the dark list, with one move. They had seen it with their own eyes and there was no way it was fake.
Just when the killers were hesitating, a fair-skinned man with yellow hair walked out among them.
This man has all the characteristics of Europeans and Americans, including a high forehead, deep eye sockets, a high bridge of nose, and a pair of blue eyes.
He spoke coldly in British English: "Dear friends, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Batu. I am ranked thirteenth on the dark list. Now I have a small suggestion. Why don't we do it together?
How about dividing the $50 million?
No matter how strong the Evil Emperor is, he can't withstand the attacks of so many of our masters."
After hearing Batu's self-introduction, the killers once again looked surprised.
Another strong man who ranks at the top of the dark list! And this Batu is also ranked thirteenth, four positions higher than Qiu San.
Although the thirteenth master on the dark list cannot compare with the third evil emperor.
But with so many of them united with Batu, it would be different.
It is said that too many ants can kill an elephant.
In front of professional killers like them who have spent their whole lives honing their killing skills, can the Evil Emperor really be invincible?
Thinking of this, the first killer nodded, agreeing to Batu's proposal.
The other killers' looks changed accordingly and turned into the same look.
Seeing that Batu and the many killers had reached an agreement, Tang Qiuling retreated silently.
Of course she doesn't bother joining forces with others.
Moreover, letting these people join forces to kill the mixed-race youth would save her a lot of effort.
After all, mixed-race young people are indeed quite capable.
Tang Qiuling didn't fight him, so she wasn't sure how strong the mixed-race young man was.
"Batu, I heard that you were awarded the title of knight in the Eagle Kingdom, and now you are uniting with so many killers to deal with me. You are really very chivalrous!"
The mixed-race young man sneered and said sarcastically.
"Hmph, there is no need to talk about chivalry when dealing with an internationally wanted criminal like you! Let's all join in!"
Batu shouted loudly, a dazzling light erupted from his fists, and he rushed over with unparalleled speed.
The professional killers took out their guns and shot, covering the entire mixed-race youth with bullets.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
The mixed-race young man shook his head, his face suddenly darkened, and then he stomped heavily on the ground! The ground with a radius of more than ten meters was instantly broken by the mixed-race young man's foot! The cracks formed a huge spider web.
With the mixed-race youth as the center point, an irresistible strong wind swept in all directions. Batu, who was the first to bear the brunt, was blown to pieces and his flesh and blood were blown to pieces. He flew back and made a big hole in the wall.
The professional killers felt a tightness in their chests, as if they had been hit by an invisible giant hammer, and they vomited blood while being knocked away.
Seeing this scene, Tang Qiuling's beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen slightly.
The strength of the mixed-race young man was so powerful that even she was shocked.
