N-M Chapter 667: If you don't accept it, I'll beat you until you accept it
Chapter 667: If you don't accept it, I'll beat you until you accept it
"younger brother!"
Jiang Rou was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her tight beige cheongsam was stained red by the blood splattered from her brother's body.
She looked down and saw that her brother had completely lost his human form. His cheek looked like it had been gnawed by a dog or hit by a truck, with countless broken cheekbones.
"sister……"
puff!
puff puff!
Puff puff!
After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, Jiang Yinglong finally finished his words: "Avenge... revenge for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yinglong closed his eyes and died on the spot.
The prince of TT Electronic Fraud Park, the second generation of a murderous gangster, was slapped to death by Chen Yang.
His eyes were wide open, not because he was reluctant to leave the world, but because he was unwilling to close his eyes.
Being slapped to death is not only dramatic but also very humiliating.
Gudong!
Hiss!
At this time, a group of park security guards on the scene were still dumbfounded, gasping for breath and swallowing saliva. Although they had knives, guns, sticks and clubs in their hands, they did not attack Chen Yang at the first time, as if their souls had flown away.
They were all frightened.
The key point is, if a person's head is smashed by a slap, is he still a human being?
You should know that the human skull is very hard. Even if you use a hammer to hit it, you cannot break it open without much force.
Chen Yang slapped Jiang Yinglong's head flat with one slap, and his body weighing more than 200 pounds flew ten meters away. How much strength did it take?
I'm afraid it's at the level of a blind bear or an elephant, right?
"Chen Yang, you..."
Fang Qianqian was so scared that she closed her eyes just now, and just opened them now. She thought that Chen Yang's face would be smashed to pieces by Jiang Yinglong's punch. But when she opened her eyes, she saw Chen Yang standing there, motionless, as if nothing had happened.
But Jiang Yinglong, who was originally standing in front of Chen Yang, disappeared.
"what?!"
When she looked to the side, she gasped in shock. She saw Jiang Yinglong lying at her sister Jiang Rou's feet like a dead dog, his head flattened and his face completely inhuman.
"Brother, brother..."
Jiang Rou squatted down and shouted hysterically, unwilling to believe that her brother was dead. However, no matter how hard she shouted, she received no response.
The head has been deformed and the brain juice has flowed out. How can the person still be alive?
"Ahhh, kill him for me!"
Jiang Rou raised her head suddenly, her eyes were bloodshot, and she let out an angry roar. Her beautiful face looked very ferocious at this moment.
She never dreamed that her brother would be slapped to death one day, on his own territory. It was as if God was playing a joke on her.
Bang bang bang!
Hearing Jiang Rou's orders, the dozen or so security guards at the scene came to their senses. Those with guns in their hands pulled the trigger at Chen Yang without hesitation.
Although they were just a bunch of scattered soldiers, their marksmanship was impeccable and they practiced a lot. All their bullets were aimed at Chen Yang's head, heart and other vital parts, determined to kill him with one shot.
"After all, it's just a common man's courage. No matter how good his skills are, he can't resist bullets. This kid is dead." Zhao Baofeng shook his head slightly, with a sneer of contempt in his eyes.
"what!"
Su Qianqian screamed again, unable to bear to look at it. Not wanting to see Chen Yang's body beaten into a sieve, she closed her eyes again.
"A group of garbage!"
Faced with the bullets raining down on him, Chen Yang was too lazy to dodge, because these bullets were not even enough to tickle him, so he just casually swung out two wind blades.
Chi la la!
With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, two wind blades more than ten feet long, like two three-meter-long sky-cutting swords, cut through the bodies of more than a dozen park security guards.
Puff puff!
After a sound of sharp weapons entering flesh, the bodies of more than a dozen security guards in the park were cut in half.
Blood was all over the ground and the scene was bloody.
Entering the Spirit Refining Realm, he could use small spells like wind blades with ease. Even without using a trace of Xuanhuang Qi, the pure air wind blades were enough to cut through gold and iron. How could an ordinary person's body withstand it? It was cut open easily like a big knife cutting tofu.
From beginning to end, not a single bullet hit Chen Yang. The protective Qi blocked all the bullets, and more than a dozen security guards who were armed to the teeth were all killed instantly.
This kind of method is enough to shock the world and make ghosts cry!
"This, this, this..., how is this possible?" Zhao Baofeng was frightened. He thought Chen Yang would die in this wave of attacks, but he never expected that one person could kill more than a dozen people in seconds.
It’s so heartless!
Is this guy a human or a ghost?
In an instant, his whole body felt bad.
"Ah, what's going on?"
At this moment Fang Qianqian suddenly opened her eyes and saw more than a dozen mutilated corpses lying on the ground. Chen Yang was standing in the middle of the pile of corpses and was stunned again. He felt like he was dreaming and it was very unreal.
"Zhao Baofeng, what's going on? Am I dreaming?" Fang Qianqian couldn't believe what she saw and asked Zhao Baofeng for confirmation.
"You're not mistaken, this guy is not an ordinary person, he is very strong. No wonder even the air marshal on the plane gave him some face." Zhao Baofeng said tremblingly.
"Ah? Damn it, who the hell are you?"
Even though Jiang Rou had a calm temperament, her face changed drastically at this moment, and her body shook violently, only because the unique skill that Chen Yang showed was far beyond her imagination, as if it were the means of a god.
"Who am I? I am someone you can't afford to offend!"
Chen Yang said coldly, his face as gloomy as water, he killed so many people without blinking an eye, it was obvious that he was a person who killed without blinking an eye, an absolutely ruthless person.
Bang bang bang!
He approached Jiang Rou step by step, and said as he walked: "What I said just now is still valid. Close the fraud park, release all the piglets, and all of you criminals come to China to stand trial, and I can spare your life."
Everyone then realized that he was not joking, but was serious and intended to destroy the cyber fraud park by himself.
The key is, can he do it?
Zhao Baofeng felt a chill in his heart!
Fang Qianqian's face was full of question marks. She suddenly felt that this man was very strange and not the warm man she had imagined.
"Achai!"
Jiang Rou ignored Chen Yang and shouted loudly to the bodyguard behind her.
Her bodyguard is no ordinary person. His name is Songchai, and he is a master of ancient Muay Thai. He can kick down a tree as thick as a bowl with one leg, split twenty bricks with one palm, and knock down an adult wild boar with one punch. Dozens of ordinary adults cannot get close to him.
There were several times when she was in danger and it was Songchai who saved her life and even blocked a bullet for her.
Even though she trusted Master Songchai very much, Jiang Rou quickly took out her cell phone and made a call for help.
"Young man, if I'm not mistaken, you should be a practitioner of ancient Chinese martial arts, right?"
Songchai took a step forward, stood in front of Jiang Rou, and spoke to Chen Yang in poor Mandarin.
As he spoke, his entire aura changed, and he was filled with fighting spirit. His rapidly beating heart was like a surging water pump, quickly transporting blood to all parts of his body in order to increase his whole body's strength to the extreme state.
As if he was delighted to see prey, Songchai was actually a little excited at this moment.
He is an ancient Muay Thai master who has almost no rivals in Southeast Asian countries, and the master has been lonely for a long time.
He had heard that there were ancient martial arts practitioners in China, who were divided into different levels according to their grades, and the most powerful ones were called masters.
He had thought of going to China many times to challenge the great masters of the realm of enlightenment there, but for various reasons he had never been able to do so.
Although he had a gun with him, he was too disdainful to use it. He just crushed it and threw it aside.
In his opinion, the real martial arts should be to punch the enemy hard and use the power of the physical body to defeat all enemies, tear tigers and leopards apart alive, and kill lions with punches.
"Even if you are a practitioner of ancient martial arts, you shouldn't come to TT Park! Since you are here, leave your life here." Songchai roared like a lion, his back suddenly arched, his knees bent, and he took a fighting stance like a lion with its fur standing on end.
Click!
The next second, he stomped his feet hard, leaving two dents on the thick concrete floor, about an inch deep. The leather shoes under his feet even gave off a smell of burning tires.
With the help of the recoil force of his feet cracking the ground, his short and sturdy body rushed out like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. Even a four-legged rabbit could not match his speed.
As his body rushed out, his hands kept making seals like lotus flowers, and finally turned into a fist.
As he threw a punch, the fist mark shone with golden light, carrying with it the spirit of great diamond, great perfection, and great destruction, like a golden millstone lying across the void.
"Vajra Fist Seal, kill!" Songchai shouted loudly.
Boom boom boom!
This punch was so terrifying that it had earth-shattering power. It seemed as if the void was blown up, and a strong airflow was rolled up, and there was even a sound like a truck tire exploding.
Just like the martial arts of our country, ancient martial arts are far superior to ordinary martial arts.
The same goes for Muay Thai. The power of ancient Muay Thai is far beyond the reach of ordinary Muay Thai.
Songchai practiced the ancient Muay Thai method, which has transcended ordinary Muay Thai techniques and reached the realm of Tao and Fa.
The Vajra Fist Seal he used was a secret fist seal of Buddhism, which was integrated into ancient Thai boxing and became the core secret of ancient Thai boxing. Not only the Vajra Fist Seal, but also many other Buddhist fist seals were absorbed by ancient Thai boxing.
Compared with ordinary Muay Thai, ancient Muay Thai can better mobilize the potential of the human body, unlock the mysteries of the body, and unleash unimaginable power.
"Oh my god, what a powerful punch!" Zhao Baofeng was so shocked that his scalp went numb. It was the first time he saw someone who could make the earth shake with one punch.
He had seen people fighting dirty boxing, and even seen Muay Thai masters fighting dirty boxing, but it was nothing compared to the Vajra fist that Songchai was throwing at this moment. It was like a child playing house.
"Chen Yang, be careful!" Fang Qianqian shouted loudly, her heart becoming nervous again.
"Songchai's punch is powerful enough to rival a Chinese martial arts master. I don't believe you can have the skills of a Chinese martial arts master." Jiang Rou's face was solemn, and she said secretly in her heart.
She had a superficial understanding of the Chinese martial arts world and knew that there were such people as martial arts masters. She even promised Songchai that in the future, she would invite a Chinese martial arts master to fight with him to see who was more exceptional.
The martial arts masters she knew were all middle-aged or elderly people over 50 years old. There were no martial arts masters in their twenties or thirties at all.
If Chen Yang was not a martial arts master, he would have been killed by Songchai's punch.
At this time, facing Songchai's powerful and domineering punch, Chen Yang just raised his palm and slapped him on the head lightly.
This slap seemed to be done without much force, just like a casual slap from an ordinary person, but Songchai suddenly felt something was wrong. A powerful pressure like a mountain descended along with Chen Yang's palm.
Under the pressure of this mighty threat, not only did his punching movements slow down, but even his body seemed to be restrained, giving him the illusion of being stuck in mud.
Boom boom boom!
In Songchai's vision, Chen Yang's fist was infinitely enlarged, as if a giant god from the ancient mythological era was holding Mount Tai and smashing it down on his head.
"No! Are you a master?" Songchai said in great shock, because Chen Yang's palms were overflowing with true energy, and it was obvious that he was not an ordinary character.
Chen Yang just smiled faintly and ignored him, continuing to press down with his palm.
"Damn it! I'm going to fight you!" Songchai's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Zha!"
He exhaled suddenly and started talking, his chest puffing out like a toad roaring, but a sound like thunder came out of his mouth.
With this thunderous shout, all the strength of his muscles, bones, and flesh was mobilized to the extreme, and he actually activated a secret technique of ancient Muay Thai.
Veins bulged all over his body, his flesh expanded rapidly, his bones clanged, and his skin changed from bronze to iron black. In the blink of an eye, his short and sturdy body, which was originally only about 1.7 meters tall, expanded to a muscular body of more than 2 meters, like a giant, giving people a strong visual impact.
"The secret technique of self-sacrifice. Master Songchai is going to risk his life and has used a forbidden secret technique from ancient Muay Thai." Jiang Rou said calmly.
The secret technique of self-sacrifice in ancient Muay Thai is essentially a secret technique of burning one's own essence and blood. It can increase combat power by several times or even several times in an instant, but the person will be weak after the battle and it will take no less than a month to recuperate before they can recover.
But once the burning lifespan is gone, it’s really gone.
Therefore, unless it is a life-and-death moment, ancient Muay Thai masters generally would not use this secret technique. After all, no one wants to die prematurely.
boom!
His body expanded to two meters, like a giant standing upright. Master Songchai's fighting power increased by nearly one-fold. With one punch, his unrivaled fist intent filled everyone's vision and directly broke the pressure from Chen Yang's palms and fingers.
On the contrary, Chen Yang became very small in front of him, like a kindergarten kid who tried to challenge the authority of adults.
"China's martial arts master is nothing more than this." Songchai smiled coldly, his eyes shooting out a hawk-like gaze, full of self-confidence.
His arms were thicker than Chen Yang's thighs, and his bulging muscles looked like they were made of molten iron. Even if bullets hit them, they would be bounced off and would not hurt him at all.
The power of this punch is enough to smash an armored vehicle, so it is no problem to blow up Chen Yang.