Eight hundred and twentieth chapters behavior style
Suddenly, a strange voice came from outside the door. Then, with a bang, the door of the conference room suddenly fell down.
"Sweet!"
As soon as they heard this name, everyone present was shocked. Even the commander and several of them were also shocked. These three words seemed to have magic power, resounding throughout the world.
The name itself represents strength.
Under the shocked gazes, a foreign man strode in, followed by a young man and woman.
Isn't he Sweet?
Surprised and uncertain.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
Tonghu just glanced at Cohen briefly, and all his attention was focused on the foreign man. The hair on his body stood on end. He stood up suddenly and stared at the latter with unusually solemn eyes.
Not only Tonghu, but also the Mercenary King, Eagle King, and Killer King all jumped up from their seats, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Who is the leader here?" Sweet glanced at everyone, only stopping for a moment on Tonghu and the four of them, and asked.
"Your Excellency, I am the commander-in-chief of An Feng." The commander-in-chief said.
"Then you are the biggest here." Sweet looked at him, "I heard that there is a Nightmare Flower in your Dark Front base. I want it."
This was more arrogant than robbery. The commander-in-chief's face darkened, and other senior officials of Marshal An Feng also showed angry expressions. However, there was obviously something wrong with the foreign man in front of him who claimed to be Sweet. They were all smart people and did not act rashly.
"Your Excellency, that's such a big statement. The Flower of Nightmare is a thousand-year-old spiritual object and a priceless treasure. It is a relic left by the previous commander-in-chief. How can you say that you want it?"
Marshal An Feng sneered and said coldly.
"If you don't hand over the Flower of Nightmare, all of you will die."
Sweet said indifferently, but he was full of supreme domineering.
"joke!"
"Who do you think you are?"
"What kind of place do you think this is? Even if you are really Sweet, you have to get down when you come here."
"You dare to show off in front of me. You are really sweet. I will beat you into a dead pig."
Several people yelled and cursed. These people were in high positions and were not good-tempered.
"Then you guys can die first."
Sweet turned his head and looked at those people who dared to scold him. His deep eyes were calm and calm.
In fact, those people were on guard for a long time. However, before Tonghu's voice could be heard, several of them had already received a blow, bleeding from all seven holes, shook a few times, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.
shock!
Most of the people present did not see clearly how the opponent attacked. You must know that those few people's martial arts are really not weak, how could they be so vulnerable.
"Are you Sweet? Let me give it a try."
call!
A vague figure appeared in front of Sweet and punched out.
This was a tall, strong foreign man, with his chest exposed and just wearing a cardigan. When he punched, Zhang Cheng felt as if the air around him had solidified.
"So strong. This person's fists are definitely far superior to mine. Except for Sweet, I have never seen a fist of this level."
Zhang Cheng was awe-inspiring. He recognized this person. He was the king of mercenaries. A super legend among legends, a god-like existence in the mercenary world.
"They're just ants."
Sweet said calmly, raised his hand, and lightly received the fist from the Mercenary King.
"Hehe, my fist is not that simple. For so long, there are only three people who can take him intact."
The mercenary king laughed. The greatest power of this fist was not the destructive power, but a mysterious force transmitted from the fist, which was enough to crack gold, crack stone, and shatter steel.
However, the other party said calmly as if nothing had happened: "It's just a little kid's play, I'll give it back to you!"
Bounce!
The mercenary king was shocked, his eyes widened, he grunted, and his feet involuntarily jumped back.
"How is it possible? He can actually force my strength back. Moreover, it is stronger than what I fought against."
The Mercenary King is unbelievable.
Just as the mercenary king was retreating, a figure almost flashed on Sweet's back, and he pointed out as fast as lightning.
From this person's point of view, no one within easy reach can escape his finger.
However, when he pointed his finger, in a flash of lightning, the foreign man had already turned around and faced him, and he poked him with the same finger.
So fast!
The Eagle King was startled, but the opponent came first and hit him first.
The Eagle King, a long-famous figure in Europe, flew upside down and slid down until he reached the wall, with a stream of blood flowing from his mouth.
Sweet's finger wanted to move forward and destroy this ungrateful guy. He frowned and raised his head.
Above the head, a flash of light struck like lightning, fast! Accurate! Cruel!
For the first time, Sweet's face looked a little more serious, but he just said: "The assassination technique is a bit interesting."
He raised his hand and casually punched it upward.
The flash shattered, and the ceiling made of hard steel plates suddenly dented. A young foreign man appeared not far away, almost out of thin air. His clothes were torn, and his eyes looking at Sweet were solemn and shocked.
From the moment the Mercenary King took action until the young man appeared, it was only a blink of an eye. At this time, the Mercenary King just retreated and stopped. The corner of the Eagle King's mouth was bleeding. Many people had no idea what was happening.
All they see are results.
"Impossible, the super legend who all three of them started to attack the Supreme is actually no match for this person." As the marshal, Rong Guoxiu was also at the scene. Seeing this scene, his face was full of horror.
Could it be that he is really...
"Sweat!" the commander said in a deep voice, one word at a time.
"A new generation of killing gods!" The mercenary king lost his usual irritability and was unusually calm at the moment.
"The Supreme God!"
The Eagle King's eyes glowed.
"It was such a terrifying force to kill Armstrong, the God of Death. My knife was shattered."
The King of Killers' hand was convulsing, and the knife in this hand still had a hilt. He was not afraid, but excited. Only by killing him could he prove that he was the real King of Killers.
Uproar, commotion.
"He's so sweet!"
"No way, I know exactly what Sweet looks like."
"Who else could it be besides him?"
"It's really terrifying that one person defeated the three of them, Eagle King. He is indeed known as the strongest man in the world. Why is he here?"
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"It's really hard to wear a mask. Sure enough, I'm not suitable for this thing, so I'll be destroyed." Sweet said, the human skin mask on his face was broken inch by inch, revealing the face that was resounding all over the world.