Chapter 700: One Punch and All Kinds of Speculation
Hearing the roar of the tribesmen behind him, Jie Xue, who was beaten to the ground by William, immediately got up.
Walking around, cautiously testing, looking for William's flaws.
After walking back and forth for a minute or two, he saw William only holding a double-edged spear upside down and staring at him with slightly confused eyes.
For a while, I really couldn't find any effective way to deal with an opponent whose agility was several times faster than my own.
While feeling anxious in his heart, the Predator also heard the breathing of his companion behind him getting heavier and heavier.
He knew that although his fellow clan members did not make any noise, everyone felt that he would be knocked down and defeated in one round.
I am already very dissatisfied with my current hesitant attitude. I can only steady my steps step by step and approach slowly.
I plan to rely on my strength to compete with William,
"boss".
Seeing the shamelessness of Jagged, who was spared his life, Barney and Trench immediately put Gatling on their shoulders.
William, who had always turned on his mental perception, raised his hand to stop the two from interfering, cursing in his mind, these iron-blooded men would never give up until they die in a duel, right?
And his action of holding back his hand made these iron-blooded people feel that he was insulting them?
In this case, just fight until you are satisfied.
With a grin on his lips, amidst the shocked eyes of all the Predators staring at him,
William slowly closed his eyes, tilted his ears, and pretended to listen.
This made the Predators who were fighting go completely crazy, and they rushed forward with their swords regardless.
The spear in William's hand "clang, clang, clang" changed its angle and power, easily blocking the crazy attacking Predators.
After seven or eight blows, it was found that Iron Blood's strength was only three or four times higher than that of ordinary people.
Even if he doesn't wear the three-style armor, his own strength is already several times higher than that of Iron Blood.
Coupled with the armor's bonus to strength and speed, this battle immediately felt as boring as a fight between a child and an adult.
Standing still, he waved the spear casually to block the already shameless Predator.
I was impatient and wondering at the same time whether these iron-blooded people were just a race of interstellar mercenaries.
Otherwise, it makes no sense. After thousands of years, these guys' personal weapons are still like this, a few cold weapons, a shoulder-mounted energy-breaking weapon,
Or maybe they are the only interstellar race within the scope of the universe that the Ironbloods can detect.
Without the sense of crisis of genocide, the entire race seriously lacks the motivation to improve technology.
Can you only rely on personal force to show your status in society?
No matter what the possibility is, if the entire universe is treated as a person, human life is measured in years, while the universe is measured in billions of years.
With such low technology as humans, we have barely calculated that the age of the universe is 13.82 billion years.
If one million years is regarded as a human day, a race that has been glorious for millions of years is only a few days in the life of a human being who can live for hundreds of years in the universe.
If you think about it this way, time is the enemy of any civilization.
Or Blue Star has begun to have life, and other glorious races have destroyed themselves,
Of course, when a lower civilization encounters a higher civilization, and if the relationship is not handled well, it is normal for them to be exterminated or enslaved.
Just like now, William can easily kill the Predator in front of him, but he still worries about his temporary pleasure.
But it brought disaster to the entire ethnic group.
The portal allows him to run around Blue Star at will, but what if Blue Star is made unfit for survival by Iron-Blooded Revenge?
Even if the portal can teleport to other planets, there must be a place where it can be teleported.
Otherwise, take your mother and girlfriends and teleport to the moon? Mars?
In this case, what's the point of making so much money? What's the point of being so powerful and not having an audience?
If you face a few people all day long and have no social interaction, no food, and no entertainment, then what is the meaning of life?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of dissatisfaction in my heart. I swung away the iron-blooded arm blade with a spear.
He swung his fist with his left hand, from bottom to top, and punched him on the chin.
"Bang" sound,
With a sound that made one's teeth feel sore, after fighting for several minutes, I thought William would not strike hard and gave up his iron-blooded defense.
The body that was punched rose up to two meters, and a stream of light blue blood spurted out from the mouth along with several teeth.
It hit the ice sheet hard and slid for five or six meters before stopping and falling to the ground.
"Hoo, I'm William Devonshire."
With this punch, William felt relaxed all over for no reason, and a crushing sense of relief rushed to his forehead.
He raised his hands and pointed to the sky, stared at the dark starry sky, and shouted loudly,
"I am William Devonshire, King of the World."
Behind them, Barney and Tongchang, who were stirred up by William, also roared loudly.
It's really satisfying to defeat your opponent with force. If you add the fanatical flattery of your followers,
Stimulated by violence and bravery, although William's mood was agitated, he had not lost his mind, and his mind was extremely clear at this moment.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be just a punch, but a spear that would directly pierce the iron-blooded man just now.
With bad water coming out of his stomach, he raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at Jagged Blood, and swept half a circle.
"With William Devonshire's reputation, I'm going to hit ten."
After saying that, he inserted the spear in his hand into the ice field, patted his left chest, and said in a low and firm tone,
"When I die, I will be buried with the honor of a warrior, and I will ascend to heaven as a saint. The name of William Devonshire will be passed down to future generations forever.
He is respected by all who know his name.
And if I win, I will gain your respect as a king and the rights to equal dialogue, exchange, trade and diplomacy.
At the same time, you are not allowed to enter Blue Star again without my permission."
Pulling off the armored glove on his right hand, a handful was still at the feet of the iron-blooded leader. Regardless of all the iron-blooded faces, the expression was so angry that he wanted to tear him to pieces.
He asked loudly, "Choose, inherit your honor, or kill me with that spaceship like a coward."
After understanding William's words, a group of noisy warriors could not help but fall silent.
Everyone silently looked at the leader's back, waiting for his decision.
To be honest, if you hadn't heard William say that he ascended to heaven as a saint, people who knew his background might have been a little bit moved.
But anyone can praise God casually, but William has no qualifications to praise God.
Anyone who knows what is buried under the angel statue in the garden of Oxford Castle will curse William in his heart for being shameless.
He is not a believer in God at all.
He is a person who would rather go to hell than go to heaven to see God.
If you go to hell, Satan may reward you well, but if you go to heaven, you will definitely be ashes.
So William, this guy, has simply failed to estimate the power of thermal weapons.
In his opinion, his strength is not much different from that of ordinary people.