Amidst the loud noise, a person was hit hard and stumbled down beside Ye Chong.
puff!
This man spurted out a mouthful of blood. He looked sluggish and was seriously injured.
"Come," Ye Chong said with concern in his eyes, "I'll help you."
"Get out!" The seriously injured man smacked his mouth fiercely and spoke harshly, and it turned out to be the man with the short beard.
"Don't lie down and pretend to...wait to die," Ye Chong looked at a sturdy man who was approaching menacingly not far away, "The battle is not over yet."
puff!
The short-bearded man spat out a mouthful of blood again.
"Quick!" Ye Chong pushed the short-bearded man and said, "Get up!"
"..." The short-bearded man with a squeaking voice glared at Ye Chong fiercely, as if he was about to speak, but was finally choked back by a mouth full of blood.
At this time, the sturdy man Kuang Kuang Kuang had arrived. He immediately lowered himself viciously, raised his fist as big as an alms bowl, and struck the short-bearded man in the head.
Duo!
The short-bearded man's body twitched instinctively.
Almost at the same time.
Whoosh!
Ye Chong pushed towards the short-bearded man's hand and subconsciously raised it upwards. By coincidence, it happened to brush against the thick and muscular man's wrist.
As a result, a shocking scene occurred.
Huh!
The strong man suddenly jumped into the diagonal thorn as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
Then came the next moment.
Bang!
The stout man collided with a tall, round-waisted man, and immediately fell into a melee.
"It's so easy to move a thousand pounds with one hand." The handsome man with a stooped body, his eyes shining, praised softly.
"Le Se." The tall man rolled his eyes and his voice was a bit lower than before.
Ye Chong sat back, put his hands on the ground, and was stunned, as if he didn't know what was happening.
puff!
The short-bearded man spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped it with the back of his hand, and looked at Ye Chong with a hint of unnoticeable horror.
"You..." Wang Siena approached Ye Chong with a pale face, "Are you injured?"
"It's okay." Ye Chong waved his hand casually, "I got hit, so it's not a big problem."
"I think you have a big problem," said the handsome man with a stooped body. "You are obviously very capable, but you pretend to be powerless to fight back. What's the explanation?"
"It's not four ounces of pulling a thousand catties..." the short-bearded man on the side spat out blood, "This is obviously more powerful... much more than four ounces of pulling... a thousand catties... four ounces of pulling...
…Pull out…pull out a thousand catties.”
"Forty-two strokes of a thousand catties," the man with outstanding figure muttered, "four-ounce strokes of a thousand pounds, one stroke... one stroke... is there a big difference?"
"Of course... it's big," the short-bearded man said with a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth, "Forty ounces to lift a thousand pounds, what is important is the skill of using force, the key is to use force to fight, to defeat the strong with the weak, stick, connect, stick
, take, slide, and do it in one go, and pull out four ounces... pull out a thousand catties, it is a pile of mountains, thick accumulation, thin hair, a heavy weight is light..."
"You're alive, there's no need to talk nonsense in a hurry," Ye Chong looked at the short-bearded man with a half-smile, "You said four ounces of lifting a thousand catties, to put it bluntly, it's four ounces of lifting a thousand catties, with the strength of the thousand catties behind, there's nothing clever about it.
"
"You admit it?" said the handsome man with a rickety body.
"What do you admit?" Ye Chong sighed, "I know how to move a thousand pounds?"
"No," said the handsome man with a stooped body, "you are pretending."
"What are you pretending to be?" Ye Chong looked even more depressed than before, "Just because I saved my comrades in a desperate situation, is it just pretending?"
"Comrade?" The man with a short beard and a croaking voice had an unknown color in his eyes, "Comrade."
"Haha," the handsome man with a rickety body laughed, "are you still acting?"
"Le Se." The tall and handsome man rolled his eyes.
"Have you tested enough?" Ye Chongyi said sternly, "We are comrades-in-arms, and we should be united in dealing with the outside world instead of fighting internally."
"It is a fact that you risked your life to save your comrades," Wang Shina looked at the handsome man with a stooped body and the man with outstanding posture, "and it is also a fact that you were indifferent when your comrades suffered heavy losses."
Stab!
The man with a short beard and a croaking voice looked at the handsome man with a stooped body and the man with an outstanding figure, and there was a fierce look in his eyes.
"We are seriously injured," said the handsome man with a rickety body.
"Bones? Or internal organs?" Ye Chong glanced at the short-bearded man, "Maybe you should spit out a mouthful of blood to look more like it."
"Asshole!" The short-bearded man with a squeaking voice wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, "You two bastards, get up! Go fight!"
"Don't be angry, you are seriously injured," Ye Chong lightly touched the short-bearded man's arm with his hand, "We are all comrades in arms, respect each other, and don't fight among ourselves."
At this moment, the melee on the scene has developed to an outrageous level.
The first thing I saw was that it was so miserable.
For warriors who have lost the support of their vitality, blood and divine power, the fighting process is very much like a street brawl, and like the animal world, full of the original bloody taste.
Crash sounds and screams came and went, and they kept ringing.
Ye Chong put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but suddenly he lost all strength and collapsed on the ground.
Wang Siena took a step forward and tried to support him, but her body suddenly softened and she fell to the ground.
"Why don't you go fight?!" The man with a short beard and a croaking voice glared angrily at the handsome young man with a stooped body and the man with outstanding posture, "Mader, are you still a comrade?!"
The handsome man with a stooped body and the man with outstanding posture looked at each other, then both looked at Ye Chong and Wang Shina, their eyes filled with an indescribable color.
But soon, they stood up and immediately fought with a big man who rushed over. It seemed that the two of them were a little overwhelmed, but they were not at a disadvantage.
"Brother...comrade-in-arms," the short-bearded man with a croaking voice looked at Ye Chong, his fierce eyes filled with kindness, "Thanks to you just now."
"I'm sorry," Ye Chong waved his hand slowly, "We are all in the same trench, so we should do our best."
As he spoke, Ye Chong glanced at the handsome man with a stooped body and the man with outstanding posture.
"Yes." The man with a short beard and a squeaking voice looked fiercely at the handsome man with a stooped body and the man with an outstanding figure. "You can't be as shameless as them and pretend to be useless. Mad, I'm afraid they are still unwilling to use their full strength."
Ye Chong shook his head and said nothing, with a look of depression on his face.
"You lie down and rest," the short-bearded man said, "I'll keep watch for you."
"No need," Ye Chong waved his hand, "You are seriously injured. It is best to lie down. This way the target is still small. Only by recovering as soon as possible can we kill the enemy and fight side by side with our comrades."
"You're right." The short-bearded man's eyes gleamed and he lay down on the ground.
For a moment, Ye Chong and the three of them were all lying down, but their eyes were not idle, looking at the horrific and bloody scenes.