"Don't tell me? Then let me help you choose."

"It would be too early to end, so let's start with the simplest one, the twelfth pair of ribs. This will not affect your actions."

As if discussing where to start slaughtering pigs, after Chen Jing calmly explained it to Drogba, before the frightened latter could react, she quickly ducked behind him.

Whizzing.

Use your index finger like a gun to tap twice on the upper part of the opponent's lower back.

The domineering energy quickly seeped through the skin and stabbed into the bones in the body.

In an instant, only the crisp sound of bone cracking was heard inside.

Drogba's face suddenly turned pale.

Although it seemed to be intact on the surface, he knew very well that his twelfth pair of ribs had been broken inch by inch.

Chen Jing's strength was very impartial, and it was just right to destroy the established goal without spreading to other things.

Just like Drogba versus Qiu Junyi yesterday, Chen Jing, who could have ended the fight with one blow before, complained directly and chose the cat-and-mouse game.

"Then, comes the eleventh pair of ribs."

Without giving Drogba a chance to breathe, Chen Jing's index finger pointed out again.

After Drogba heard this devilish sound, he burst into full speed in panic, swaying left and right in an attempt to get rid of the attack.

No matter how much he dodges, Chen Jing is like a tarsal maggot, never leaving even half a step behind him.

Click

The crisp sound of bone cracking that only he could hear sounded again.

Drogba's face was covered with cold sweat, and he was no longer as arrogant and domineering as he was at the beginning.

"Okay, let's change another part."

The devil's voice sounded again, and Drogba, who had no time to suppress the pain, immediately used his last trump card like a frightened bird.

I saw that all the flesh and tendons all over his body were squirming like a living creature in an instant. In the sound of his own pumping sound that seemed to be strong but actually extremely heart-breaking, the strong muscles on his body first swelled, and then suddenly shrank, and in an instant he was transformed from a huge body.

The strong man turned into an extremely lean and lean man.

What changed next was that the aura on his body suddenly increased a lot.

The wind howled, and screams erupted one after another.

Drogba, who had returned to his most powerful state, seemed to have finally gained some confidence. He stopped dodging and instead turned around to kill Chen Jing.

There was no wave on Chen Jing's face. Facing the menacing opponent, she stretched out her hand again as before.

"Do you think it will be the same as before? You arrogant guy, I will crush your bones one by one."

Drogba was both angry and happy to see his opponent being so arrogant.

He vowed to return everything Chen Jing had just done completely.

He wanted to humiliate the other party as much as he wanted in front of everyone.

As for the consequences? Although the pain of broken bones was still there, he had completely ignored it.

However, before he could finish the last word, a loud "bang" sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

This voice was very familiar, he had heard it before.

However, just like this, Drogba's newly ignited heart seemed to be poured cold water on it in an instant. The extremely arrogant words in his mouth stopped abruptly, and his thick mouth opened wide, looking completely unbelievable.

Look.

The scene at this time seemed to have returned to its original point.

It's still that slender, white hand, still so careless.

Still, what I did was of no use.

All of this is like a fight between a child and an adult. No matter how the former's moves light up, after the latter presses them with one hand, there will be no more.

If Drogba still had some illusions before, now that he sees this situation, he can no longer struggle.

"Naughty."

As if he were a real adult, Feng Qingyundan stopped Drogba's strongest punch and after Chen Jing calmly uttered these two words, he said again,

"As punishment, let them bear it."

Chen Jing's eyes flashed sharply, and the palm holding Drogba's fist was pressed hard.

ah!

Drogba couldn't bear it anymore and immediately screamed in pain.

It was not a level of strength at all. Under Chen Jing's crushing, 26 bones in his right hand, including the wrist bones, phalanges and metacarpal bones, were all shattered in an instant.

However, even at this moment, Drogba, who was wrapped in huge pain, still heard Chen Jing's frighteningly plain voice.

"The punishment has passed, so let's get back to the topic. Which bone should we start with now?"

"Clavicle? Tibia? Hip bone. Or skull? Or vertebrae?"

Every word Chen Jing said made Drogba tremble involuntarily.

In the end, even the slightest hint of paleness could be seen on his obviously pitch-black face.

He has always believed that he is a ruthless person. If people who know him fight against him, they will be frightened when they look at his ferocious and war-loving face before the game.

But at this moment, he found that someone like Chen Jing, who was so ruthless in his attacks but so calm and indifferent on the face, was even more frightening.

Finally, Drogba couldn't bear the pressure anymore and had to admit defeat.

Just as he opened his mouth, a strong hand quickly grabbed his face.

"In that case, let's start with the upper jaw."

Chen Jing finished speaking calmly and exerted his strength again.

This time, no matter how painful Drogba was, no sound came out of his mouth.

Chen Jing easily dodged the opponent's indiscriminate and painful attacks, smiled slightly, and said in a tone that could only be heard by the two of them:

"It's still early, let's take our time, I think you will have a profound experience."

Drogba's heart went dark, as if he had stepped into an endless abyss.

At this time, all the spectators at the scene and even in front of the TV were staring blankly at everything that happened on the field.

If they didn't know the looks of the two people on the field, they would have thought it was another game.

No one expected that the match between Chen Jing and Drogba would unfold in such a completely one-sided manner.

Their biggest doubt at this time is, when did Chen Jing actually have such strength?

Is Drogba playing match-fixing?

No! If this is the case, the price he has to pay must be too high!

So this is Chen Jing’s true strength?

Did he deliberately hide his strength before?

Although I don't know why this is the case, it makes sense.

If Chen Jing really has the strength he is showing now, it is no wonder that the previous games were always slightly better in terms of appearance. He can definitely do this.

Therefore, opponents like Rodan and Kim Ji-hoon were defeated by him.

It was indeed a fair loss.

In front of the TV.

Jin Zhixun, who was very unwilling to keep talking about losing to Chen Jing because he couldn't make up his mind, finally shut up.

Beside them, those Silla people who were equally indignant and vying to attack Chen Jing verbally also looked at me and I looked at you, and the scene instantly became quiet.

It's just that in this silence, there is a little embarrassment that is very obvious, but no one dares to expose it.

Same in front of the screen.

Luo Dan, who had not taken a shower for several days and was very sloppy, finally shouted excitedly after seeing Chen Jing's performance.

Facts have proven that he is by no means the loser that the media made him out to be.

I still have a chance to make a comeback.

Yes! There must be!

Beauty! Wine! Food!
Chapter completed!