When the boxing champion Ogda was still one punch away from the saint, the saint moved. He was like an elf dancing on the tip of a knife, spinning around the enemy, brushing against the wind of the boxing champion's punch and bowing to appear.
On the right side of the boxing champion.
Before Saint came to participate in the competition, he had sparred with Tang Ji several times. He knew that the weakness of people equipped with a large number of prosthetic bodies was their reaction speed. They used their mortal bodies to drive artificial objects, and there was an extra line in the middle that converted biological signals into
Machine language process.
In a life-and-death fight, that millimeter-level delay is an opportunity for the saints.
The rhinoceros-like Ogda punched the air and slapped his head angrily: "Come and play with Ogda!"
The audience at the scene also became excited when they discovered that this time Ogda's opponent was not an ordinary person who would die at the first touch like in the past!
A young priest with unique skills fights against an ogre-like boxing champion. This is exactly what the audience wants to see!
The saint took a deep breath. Ogda's power was stronger than he imagined, and when a two-meter-plus giant rushed towards him, he felt almost the same as the last time he faced the mini-missile.
Ogda once dominated the professional boxing ring. Although his brain has not worked well due to drug abuse over the years, those skills have been engraved in his bones.
He turned around and approached the saint again. This time he did not launch a charge rashly, but took small steps to gradually compress the saint's space.
The space in the boxing ring is limited, and Ogda's wingspan is wide enough. With this move, he can always easily defeat those agile fighters.
The saint stretched out the scorpion tail hook from his cuffs, shook off the chain on his palm, and calmly rotated his wrist to accumulate momentum, gradually lengthening the chain.
Ogda did not stop after seeing his opponent pull out a weird weapon. Years of victory and consultation on prosthetics made him ignore his opponent's tricks.
bass!
A bloodstain appeared on Ogeda's shoulder, which became the first climax of the game. It had been a long time since a non-professional player had been able to cause damage to Ogeda.
This boxing ring was covered with the blood of innocent people, but for the first time, I drank the blood of the perpetrator.
Ogda was enraged. He covered his head and face with his hands, sped up his pace slightly, and continued to compress the saint's space.
The saint kept accelerating the chain hook, even making a whistle sound in the air. Every time the scorpion tail hook hit Ocanda, it would leave a deep blood mark.
He spent all his salary from the first two missions to build a set of cold weapons. Compared to using guns, he preferred face-to-face combat. He was a holy warrior, and it was his sacred mission to let the enemy witness death with his own eyes.
The chains in the saint's hands became shorter and shorter as the distance between Ogda and him became closer and closer.
The opponent was like a tank ignoring the Saint's attack. Ogda suddenly stretched out his hand and used the scorpion tail hook to make a mark on his face, and grabbed the same weapon as the damn fly!
"Come here!" Ogeda pulled hard, and the saint felt as if he was being dragged by a train. He lifted his feet off the ground and flew towards Ogeda!
Ogda may only need one punch to deal with the Saints, but only if he can hit him.
The saint adjusted his posture in the air with the strength of his waist and abdomen, let go of the chain, raised his leg and used the sole of his shoe to catch Ogda's punch, and flew back faster than when he came.
"Amazing picture! This is definitely the most gorgeous scene I've seen since I was commentating on death fighting matches!" The host watched the saint fall lightly back to the guardrail and shouted excitedly: "Our priest is not here to die! He is
I plan to refuse to repay!”
The audience shouted crazily, their empty lives needed such a scene to fill them.
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name." The saint stood steadily on the soft guardrail like an acrobat, with both hands pulling out the swords from his waist and holding them up like a huge cross.
Shadows cover Ogda.
He blocked the spotlight behind him.
The next second, the saint jumped up suddenly, and the bright light hit Ogda's eyes, making him lose consciousness for an instant!
And the saint, like a falcon descending from the sky, nailed his swords to Ogda's shoulders!
His target was originally the collarbone, but Ogda's arms kept holding the arms, preventing him from finding a chance.
The dagger's piercing into the skin was not like piercing into mortal flesh, but like piercing into tanned leather, making it difficult to penetrate even an inch.
"I've got you!" Ocanda closed his two palms as big as palms, directly grasped the saint's waist and abdomen, and lifted him up, completely ignoring the dagger stuck in his trapezius muscle!
"It's time to end this farce!" Ocanda casually lifted the Saint over his head, preparing to smash him to the floor. With his strength, the head working at the end of the muscle arm would explode like a crushed tomato.
!
But the Saint seized the opportunity and wrapped his legs around Ogeda's neck to lock him tightly to resist Ogeda's great strength!
Okanda tightened his palms angrily, and his fingers dug into the saint's waist like a hydraulic machine, making him unable to breathe!
The saint's face turned red, he turned his palms, the cross-shaped finger tiger was put on his fingers, and he punched Ogda hard in the face!
Dang!
The sound of metal colliding with metal was heard, and Ogda smiled cruelly. His skull was replaced with an alloy a year ago!
Ogeda released one hand and went to break off the saint's leg. The huge weight gap between the two sides, as well as the prosthetics all over Ogeda's body, made it empty to say that his arms could not twist the thigh.
"Ah!" the saint screamed, and Ogda casually pulled his calf out of joint.
The next second, the saint was held upside down in Ogda's hands like a doll, head and feet.
Ogda held up the saint ostentatiously and showed it around: "How do you want him to die?"
The audience was stimulated by this series of exciting duels and wanted to go on a roller coaster. Now that the dust has finally settled, they turned their thumbs upside down and shouted loudly: "Death! Die! Die!"
But no one saw the saint's expression at this time, his gentle breathing and gentle expression. If it weren't for the pale golden hair hanging downward due to gravity, you wouldn't even realize that he was being carried upside down at this time.
"It's almost time," the saint suddenly said.
"What?" Ogda subconsciously wanted to hear the last words of his prey. This was his favorite part.
But this time, he had no chance.
boom!
There was an explosion, and the entire fitness square was plunged into darkness.
The crowd that was shouting wildly just now seemed to have a switch pressed, and fell silent as darkness fell.
Time is up.
Tang Ji, who was wearing a tactical uniform and night vision equipment, fired with a silenced weapon, killed the guard at the door, and walked into the fitness square from the main entrance.
In the darkness, the faint flash of bullets from the muzzle became the only thing the guards along the way could see, and Tang Ji harvested souls along the way.
Tang Ji had already gone up to the second floor when a guard noticed that someone had launched an attack.
