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Chapter 149 Just appreciation

 An Guang stared at Lu Ze, feeling a little afraid in a trance.

But when the image of Wu Duo personally admitting that he joined the Tiger Shark Club flashed in his mind, and when he remembered that there were two wasteland warriors behind him with unfathomable strength.

An Guang's eyes instantly turned red, and old and new hatreds surged into his heart.

He looked at Lu Ze fiercely and said with a ferocious smile: "Doing something for you?"

"So what if I do something for you! Do you think this is still Tinluo No. 3 Middle School? If you have a junior high school student, do you think you can act arrogantly in front of a tiger-shark meeting? Hahahaha."

"Didn't you say that tiger sharks are something that can't be put on the table? Then today I'll show you whether tiger sharks can be put on the table!"

An Kuang laughed loudly, and ferocious expressions appeared on the faces of the man in the trench coat and Jin Zaihao at the same time.

With the wasteland warrior as their backer, the three of them felt extremely happy.

This feeling of taking revenge with a grudge and trampling on others without any grudge made them feel happy from the bottom of their hearts to the top of their heads!

The laughter that suddenly broke out in the rest area and the wild words made the buyers in the market twenty meters around were stunned at the same time and couldn't help but cast their eyes.

After seeing two burly figures with pale skin.

The crowd was instantly in an uproar!

In other seats in the rest area, whether they were drinking coffee or tea, they threw down their cups and ran away.

In an instant, with An Guang as the starting point, there was a no-man's land around twenty meters away!

Twenty meters away, there were buyers who were still retreating. They didn't even dare to have fun in front of the tiger shark meeting.

I'm afraid that those inhuman guys will accidentally affect me.

Feeling the awed looks from all directions, An Guo took a deep breath intoxicated.

There was a time when he was extremely envious of the feeling of being in the spotlight.

Now, he has become the protagonist of his dream.

All of this was given to him by Mr. Wu.

Tiger Shark Club, Wu Duo, Wasteland Warriors...

This is the basis for his standing in front of others!

Therefore, whoever dares to disrespect these three people now will be killed!

An Guang's voice was extremely arrogant, and the buyers who were avoiding him all looked at the young man who was being tit-for-tat with sympathetic eyes.

However, this was mixed with some stunned looks.

The eyes of several viewers did not fall on An Guang or Lu Ze. Instead, they looked directly at the sunny and handsome young people over there.

"Wait, did we read that correctly?"

"That's Team Hibiscus..."

"So, the legendary Eighth Realm warrior..."

After these people looked at each other, they shuddered and began to push away the crowd as hard as they could.

"Jean, we have to go out!"

What a joke, they were the mecha team sent by the Battle Association for support yesterday, but halfway through they heard the news that the Eighth Realm Warrior had appeared in the hunting camp!

Would a person of this level be a good person?

In a battle of this level, a distance of thirty meters is useless.

The more chaotic the surroundings and the noisier the crowd, the happier An Guang's heart felt, and he suddenly stopped smiling.

"besides--"

"Who do you think you are!"

"Mr. Wu is speaking, but you are not qualified to speak!"

After the words fell, An Kuang's eyes were fierce, he raised his palms and swept forward heavily,

The empty wine glasses on the bar were like cannonballs, whizzing straight towards Lu Ze.

No one expected An Kuang to suddenly take action!

Mr. Wu——

Some buyers who had just walked out of the auction house looked at each other in horror.

There is also a wasteland warrior named You Wuyi in the auction house. He made Sikong Ling of the Ten Directions Alliance flee with just the words "Mr. Wu".

Now, I heard this name again.

What's more, An Guang didn't give them any time to think, and he suddenly burst into flames.

They didn't know exactly what the young man said just now. They only knew that this young man was going to be unlucky.





However, that moment when the wine glasses flew across.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, in the calmness of everyone in Hibiscus, in the still ferocious eyes of An Guang——

Lu Ze raised the two fingers of his right hand casually in front of his eyes, and flicked the wine glass the moment he reached it.

--boom!

The glass exploded into mist, but strangely it only dispersed in one direction.

It's like the boiling water poured out in the harsh winter in Mobei that freezes instantly, with a gorgeousness like a natural wonder.

The two wasteland warriors had looked like sculptures from beginning to end, but at this moment they stepped out at the same time and stood side by side in front of An Guang.

The arms are folded and pushed forward, like a mountain formed by the movement of the earth's crust.

Towering and heavy!

The white mist of broken glass, like an avalanche that finally rushed down the cliff, instantly hit the arms of the wasteland warrior.

An Guang only saw a flash of black shadow in front of his eyes, and then he felt his eardrums bulge heavily, and a sound like a surge of heavy hammer hit his face.

boom!

The white fog waves rushed through without any hindrance.

Two burly wasteland warriors, under the look of hundreds of pairs of horrified eyes, burst out a mist of blood from their arms and flew straight back.

Before An Guang could finish his thoughts, he saw the wall-like back in front of him hit his face like a meteorite, and his whole body was forcibly knocked away.

He once wondered how much the wasteland warrior weighed and what kind of body he had to be as hard as steel.

It wasn't until he fell to the ground and was pressed heavily by the pale giant in front of him that An Guang finally understood how heavy the muscles of the wasteland warrior were...

puff!

A mouthful of blood had just spurted out for less than half before it was firmly sealed by the stalwart's back in front of him.

At this moment, An Guang almost suffocated to death. In his eyes that lost focus, he vaguely saw a tank running over him from the front.

——Deathly silence!

Thirty meters, no... within fifty meters...

There was no sound in the huge trading room.

People stared blankly at the wasteland warrior five meters away, whose arms were dripping with blood, and then invariably looked at the source of all this.



On the sofa, Lu Ze retracted his randomly flicked fingers and stared five meters away, as calm as ever.

"The biggest illusion of a fox pretending to be a tiger is to think that he is the tiger."

In sight, two wasteland warriors who had been knocked down by the mist stood up without saying a word.

They stared at Lu Ze with fierce eyes and traces of blood red in their pupils.

And Lu Ze also stood up at this moment.

In the frightened eyes of the spectators, they walked towards the wasteland warrior whose muscles all over his body were squirming ferociously, and walked calmly.

"I admire the courage of a beetle to shake a tree."

"But it's just appreciation."

An Kuang struggled to get up from the ground, spitting out the old blood that had accumulated for more than ten seconds in one gulp. Thinking of the image of his two fingers disintegrating into mist just now, he felt an uncontrollable dizziness.

But when the figure in the tea room on the second floor emerged in his mind, An Guang's whole body trembled and he murmured:

"You are dead...if you offend Mr. Wu...you are dead..."

The first wasteland warrior to stand up was slightly bowed, his chest was beating violently like a bellows, and the thick blood vessels on his body were bulging fiercely!

Under countless horrified eyes, the burly figure began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant he became a giant with a height of at least 220 centimeters.

Boom.

The giant's feet were like war drums.

Wasteland warriors charge!

In the face of a running speed of up to 60m/second, the distance of 5 meters is even less than 0.1 seconds...

The image of the wasteland warrior's first step was still on everyone's retinas, and they felt a violent surge in front of them, and their eardrums bulged heavily.

Lu Ze stopped.

--boom!

Light white air waves spread vertically to the ground, and the crystal products on the surrounding bar and tea tables were shattered at the same time.


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