The corner pillars of the ring were still rolling slowly on the ground, with a huge vibration, and the windows above the training ground were buzzing. Standing there, the CIA agent pinched the phone and stared blankly at the direction of the ring, forgot to respond for a while, and from time to time, "Hello!" "...Be careful of that oriental man." "The information uploaded from Chicago, this person is very dangerous..."

The words came out were covered by a 'boom' sound, and the ring was shocked. Wiltson, who held his fists and protected his head, fell heavily to the ground, and quickly got up, looked at the oriental man approaching him, and shouted sternly: "I have no conflict with you..."

Before he finished speaking, the leather shoes that came came answered and kicked him on the blocking arm, like a muffled sound of a leather drum. His entire cage posture was pushed out two meters.

“Now it.”

Wang Ruhu hung his feet and approached step by step. He reached out and took off the first button of his shirt, twisted his neck, and spread his palms.

"Super the redstone."

"Nothing you said." Wiltson's arms were slightly numb, staring at the other party's right arm wearing gloves. He faintly felt a familiar breath surround. Drops of blood dyed half of his beard red along the corner of his mouth, rubbed the blood, slapped the boxing stance again, and kicked the ground slightly, jumping back and forth slightly.

"Oriental, I admit you are great, but if you are just a boxer, you won't be able to get out of here today."

He was experienced in the ring. Although he suffered some injuries, the deadly places have been well protected. Since he gained his abilities, he has never felt that he would lose.

The fist was clenched, the soles of the feet jumped slightly, and the moment they fell to the table, the toes suddenly snatched the ring, and the body that exceeded two meters suddenly arched, and the arrow dived and swung the fist-

Wang Ruhu looked at the figure that coincided with the light in silence, felt a scorching breath coming towards him, and the rare ones carefully swayed a hand. On the other side, the roar of Wilterson "Ah--" roared, and rushed under his feet. He arrived in an instant, and his arms raised high back suddenly pushed him with a straight punch.

——Explosion heavy artillery!

In the sight of everyone around, they saw the huge body rushing away like an illusion. The fists swung out to the air and brought up spots of Mars. The hot waves of fire rose and instantly swept in the air.

Next second.

The fist dragged its long tail flame and was steadily caught by the palm of the black leather gloves, as if time had slowed down at a moment. The moment the flames invaded the gloves, the banged loudly and the flames exploded. Everyone only saw the huge waves of fire spreading in all directions, wrapping the man in.

Kema stood in the crowd and shivered. She saw the oriental man who had followed the way was gone. She carefully retreated and wanted to take the opportunity to leave.

The people nearby opened their eyes widened. They never thought that the boss of this club could have such magical abilities that the human fists could explode.

The fire waves gradually faded.

The students who were originally excited and the coach suddenly stopped all the sounds one by one. Kema, who was retreating, stopped his footsteps, stood not far away, looking at the ring in front of him, the phone in his hand slid down, and fell to the ground with a "splash" and opened his mouth slightly, without making any sound.

The fire waves dissipated, Wilterson's pupils contracted and retreated in horror. In the dissipated firelight opposite, Wang Ruhu's body was still standing in place, but many holes were burned in the shirt, and some burnt smell from his hair and eyebrows.

"Good ability!" Wang Ruhu grinned and grinned.

"I don't believe it...I don't believe it, I won't hurt you!!"

With a hysterical roar, Wilterson rushed forward again, his fist bombarded with a series of afterimages, and his fist hit Wang Ruhu's body, shoulders, chest, abdomen, and back.... It was full of dense explosions of thumping.

"It's my turn."

A plain voice sounded between his lips. While Wilterson was stunned for a moment, Wang Ruhu waved his shoulders and staggered the former. He caught the other party's fist with his right hand and twisted it and pulled it. His palm penetrated, pinched the other party's neck and raised it.

"Taste your own abilities."

Wang Ruhu's right arm was tense, and a ball of flame rushed out of his right hand. Then, he raised it in the air and exploded, exploding a huge ball of flame. Wiltson flew backwards and hit the corner post on the other end of the ring, landed on the table and rolled out a few times, murmuring and holding his hands to get up with difficulty.

On this side, Wang Ruhu didn't look at him. He turned around and walked to the bowling bag, unzipped the zipper, and pulled out a slender thing, the unyielding man roared angrily at this side and rushed towards him like a chariot. While Wang Ruhu straightened up, he sided and avoided the rushing figure. The slender thing in his hand wrapped around the other neck, and his other hand penetrated the back and pinched the other end. Just as the two were staggering, Wang Ruhu turned his back to Wilterson, his arms were thorned, and the wire was immediately tightened, and he fell into the flesh.

puff!

The body was running and rushing, and in the middle of his shoulders, a blood arrow soared into the sky, and a head fell to the ring and rolled twice, still shaking slightly.

The headless corpse stumbled and walked a few steps, and suddenly knelt on both knees, and rushed to the rubber guardrail. When it was weightless, it stumbled on the long rubber rope and fell outside the ring.

Wang Ruhu went over to take out the bowling ball, then picked up the head and stuffed it to cut the hollowed ball in advance. His right arm suddenly shook, and a wisp of red breath flew out from the twisted facial features of the head, as if he was attracted by his palm, and was sucked into the palm of his palm like smoke through gloves.

A slight excitement, satisfaction conveyed from his arms, made him feel a desire.

‘I am a little more and more curious about how much this mutant demon star will grow...’

Thinking of it, he closed the bowling ball again and put it in the bag, and supported the guardrail with one hand and turned over and fell outside. The crowd around him hurriedly gave in and looked at the Dongfang man walking past in front of him with fear, not daring to say a word.

"Hold it!"

Walking through the crowd, Wang Ruhu threw the bowling bag in his hand to Kema who was there and left straight away. The latter held the bag and could find out the round outline inside, knowing what was inside, and followed with a sad face.

"Sir, what's the point of holding this?"

"Treasures...and tokens!"

Wang Ruhu pushed open the glass door, and people and cars came from the bustling streets. He looked at the sunshine that was shining, and squinted his eyes and urged the Mexican man to go to the parking place without looking back.

What he didn't know was that the CIA agent in a suit was following him, looking at the two backs that were in a bustling crowd, and he spoke a little and reported the matter.

The sky slants westward, and the red light passes through the endless clouds. Going far northeastward, Chicago, which is imaged by the lake, is drizzling autumn rain, and the temperature becomes slightly cold.

Smith stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with the phone. The hot air from his mouth formed a thin layer of water mist on the glass. At this time, he was facing the person on the other end of the phone and arguing for himself.

"......I didn't have a chance to kill him. That one is very powerful, but I must clarify one thing. The other party has no malice. At least I didn't notice that he took the initiative to be malicious in the matter of Anchorton."

"Yes, this is because of the help of this oriental martial artist named Hu. Otherwise, we would not be able to resist the sneak attack on us by the organization named Shengqi."

"Now things are in his hands... Maybe we should have friendly contact and use our American welfare to win him over!"

The other side of the phone was silent for a while, and then, a vague sound of rapid footsteps and a person's voice whispered something beside him.

Soon, words rang out again there.

"You just said that the oriental martial artist named Hu has no malice?"

"I use personality guarantee."

On the other side, the old voice chuckled "hehe" and said something that surprised Smith: "The martial artist you guaranteed just killed the third-level ability player that the headquarters wants to win over, Günter Wertson, an excellent ability player who combines boxing and superpowers."

Here, the room fell into silence. After a moment, Smith raised his hand to cover his forehead and walked back and forth incredible ways, watching the water droplets flowing from the glass overlap with the figure reflecting himself.
Chapter completed!