Faced with Mu Su's harsh words, the strong man responded by clenching his fists and making a rattling sound in his joints.
With sharp black eyes, Mu Su raised his head and looked directly at the strong man, with a cold look in his eyes: "I can kill you with my bare hands in more than 700 ways at any time, anywhere. Not only have I received a lot of training in unarmed combat, but I can also
Free access to the armory. I will use these to wipe you wretch from this land."
Anger flashed past, and the strong man sneered and stretched out his palm towards Mu Su.
Mu Su had no idea and turned a blind eye. His cut eyes were as sharp and cold as the night: "You piece of shit. Your self-righteous behavior will subject you to brutal revenge. Now you will pay the price. I will let you experience it."
When you see my anger, you will be overwhelmed by my anger and you will be dead."
The textbook threat of the second grade caused applause and cheers from the studio audience.
"As expected of Mu Susu!"
"Fuck him to death! Fuck him to death!"
"Tuck his bald head into his butt!"
Mu Su, who is mentally abnormal, naturally has a group of mentally abnormal fans. Of course they will say insane things if they are mentally abnormal.
The gaze of Mu Su's black eyes made the bald man feel inexplicably flustered and he looked at his companion.
"He's just a pauper who lost all his wealth. You're not really afraid of him, are you?" A strong man beside Mu Su sneered.
The words of his companion gave the bald man some courage. He calmed down slightly. Mu Su, who was watching all this, shouted coldly: "This is a game. We are the players and you are the NPC. If you know what you are doing, just pretend that you can do anything today."
It didn't happen. If you don't know what's good, don't blame me for being rude."
"What..." The strong men around him were startled, and then laughed as if they had heard something incredible.
That's it now!
Mu Su suddenly reached into his arms and raised a handful of sand, spitting foam and loudly shouting: "Sand Falls for burial!"
It is common sense to grab a handful of sand every time you go somewhere.
The bald man was laughing, and when a cloud of sand came up, he covered his face and screamed, then fell in a hurry. Mu Su took advantage of this and ran out of the encirclement and rushed into the driveway.
There was a guardrail in the middle of the street, and Mu Su was seen crossing the driveway, holding his hands on the street guardrail, and jumped over it with nimble movements.
Snap——
His feet touched the fence, and Mu Su's face was slapped on the black road. The sound was so clear that he could hear it.
Passers-by and spectators around the street gasped and felt their faces hurt.
Fortunately, there was no pain, not even a nosebleed. Mu Su hurriedly got up. He was muttering in his heart that he had not jumped for so long that he actually forgot about the 100% override failure setting.
After I got up, I saw a bald man chasing me, with a sinister face and a punch!
In an instant, Mu Su's eyes were as dark as night, and everything around him quickly slowed down in front of his eyes as he concentrated his attention. The bald head, the ferocious face, and the slow fists that carried the wind.
Musu quickly analyzed how to deal with the enemy.
The kinetic energy carried by the fist is approximately 150 to 250 joules, distributed over the entire fist surface, with the four joints bearing the highest stress, which can reach approximately 100 joules. The wind is blowing from the southwest, which means that the fist will weaken part of the kinetic energy against the wind. However, the remaining 90 joules of energy will be used to strike.
The cheek is enough to cause some damage
Position. The arc of the fist is 35 degrees, the arm length is approximately 83cm, and the fist position is stable and does not fluctuate up and down. In other words, if you do not dodge, the punch will hit the side of the cheekbone, and the kinetic energy will be transmitted to the brain through the skull. There is a high chance that it will
It will cause a slight concussion. If you fall to the ground in the wrong posture, it may be worse... You cannot forcefully catch it.
With this thought in his mind, Mu Su quickly thought about how to avoid it.
The punch is very fast, and you should be able to barely reach out to block it when the punch comes. However, if the center of gravity of the body is too high, it will be easily knocked down by the punch, and it will be more difficult to resist. You should step back with your right foot and lower the center of gravity, so that you can barely catch the punch.
Then he started to fight back. The strong man's eyes turned red and squinted slightly, indicating that his eyesight had not recovered yet, so the best way was——
Bang!
His fist hit Mu Su hard on the left side of his face, causing him to stumble and hit the guardrail.
The bald man walked towards Mu Su in no hurry and said with a ferocious smile: "Is that it?"
Is that the only trick I can use...?
Mu Su sighed in his heart and looked around calmly. It was easy to hurt other people, but there was no other way...
No longer hesitating, Mu Su raised his palm, reached his thumb to his mouth, and bit down hard!
Bang!
The strong man punched out again, and Mu Su staggered to the ground.
The transformation was actually blocked...
Mu Su gritted his teeth, quickly stood up and closed his palms, placed them on his left waist, then opened them, curling his fingers.
"turtle--"
It was still a right uppercut. Mu Su staggered a few steps to the left, but he didn't fall down. He gasped for breath, spread out his right hand and clasped it coldly and shouted: "Rasengan!"
The strong man walked over calmly, lifted Musu over his shoulder and threw him!
Bang!
The sound of flesh hitting the ground was extremely clear. Mu Su got up much slower this time. Although there was no pain, all the relevant perceptions were reflected in the character. For example, at this time, there were stars in his eyes and a buzzing in his ears.
He struggled to get up, unable to tell the difference between east, west and north. He staggered up and said: "The same move will not work on the Saint a second time..."
The strong man behind him kicked out, and Mu Su fell forward a few steps, lost his balance, and fell to the side of a car.
There was no one in the car, and the driver had already hid on the side of the road when he saw the fight.
The audience could hardly stand watching anymore, and they didn't know whether to sympathize or laugh at this time. Eugene opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say. Mu Susu's fans in the audience felt very worried, and some of the weak-hearted people were already whimpering.
I cried. The main camera panned across the auditorium, and many viewers who saw this scene complained in their hearts.
Do you want to be so exaggerated...
A trembling hand stretched out to hold the car door. Then a figure struggled to get up.
He was in a mess all over, and his left cheek was so swollen that there was only a gap left over his left eye.
Mu Su turned around and saw a strong man standing a few meters away, calmly coming over with a sinister smile.
That's it now!
Mu Su reached into the car and pulled the light switch hard!
"Fat punch!"
At the same time as Mu Su shouted out the name of the move, the low beam of the car lights suddenly switched to high beam. The bright light was so dazzling that the strong man was caught off guard and raised his hands to block it. But he was still half a beat too slow, and he could see nothing but a white glow in his eyes.
At this moment, he heard Mu Su shouting.
"Sa Beining is preaching today!"
Mu Su climbed to the front of the car, held the car radio in his hand, jumped up and smashed the strong man's head hard!
Bang!
The car radio was shattered into a ball, the top of the strong man's head blossomed, and bright red blood remained.
He screamed and staggered back, narrowed his eyes and pointed at the figure in the light, his fierce look revealed: "How dare you..."
Mu Su had a cold face and pointed his finger at him: "You are already dead."
The strong man stopped showing off, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground in a coma.
Mu Su threw away the broken parts in his hand, took a few steps back and lay on the hood of the car, looking at the starry sky and raising his fists, feeling comfortable in his chest.
"I won!"
…
In the audience, Mu Susu's fans cried with joy and cheered loudly. Other audience members did not hesitate to stand up and applaud.
Many viewers who saw this scene complained fiercely. So why should it be so exaggerated?
