I might be a little strong

Chapter 17
"Hey, does that martial idiot really dare to come? He is not afraid that the police will set up a net to catch him? Dozens of people have been disabled in a row, is this enough to be sentenced to death?"

"Why bother? With Lord King around, Wu Chi will be defeated immediately."

"That's right, it's absolutely fine for King to make a move."

"This martial idiot has only just defeated some B-levels. King defeated the Transcendent A-level invader yesterday and saved the entire city. Just a mere martial idiot, Lord King can easily kill it."

"After waiting for so long, that martial idiot didn't show up, so you're not too scared to come, are you?"

"Hahaha, it's possible."

……

The central square was obviously extremely dangerous and would soon be the battleground, but there were still many people who admired it and stood outside to watch. Almost all the media in Jiangcheng were dispatched to broadcast the battle of the century live.

King's invincible posture must be known to the world!

Before the war started, the square was already extremely lively, and the center of everything, King sitting there, seemed as indifferent as a cloud on the surface.

In the heart, but not sure.

The possibility of a breakthrough before the battle is too small, and King has no choice but to bet everything on it. He doesn't want to lose, and he doesn't want the world to see the collapse of his idol.

Once the symbol of the hero collapses, the evil will inevitably revel in unbridled carnival.

But, there is no way out.

Standing in this position, he has to take on the responsibility of guardianship. If he loses, he should die first, stick to this glory with his life, and pass on the spark of faith!
Come on, Wu Chi!
King suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the roof of the department store in front of him.

"What, when did he get there!"

The crowd followed King's gaze, and were shocked to find that there was a person there, sitting alone on the edge of the roof, with one leg hanging in the air, swinging loosely.

After seeing King open his eyes, he smiled sassyly and jumped lightly.

He actually jumped from the eighth floor!
Amidst countless exclamations, Wu Chi fell to the ground, the ground was cracked, but he acted as if nothing happened, patted the ashes, and walked towards King.

Standing in front of King, Wu Chi smiled and said, "I thought you would delay it a little longer."

"No need, the enthusiasm of the people cannot fade."

"Actually, I'm willing to wait. It doesn't matter if you wait two more days. Fighting is more enjoyable when you are in a perfect state. I can also learn more from fighting."

"Will you stop during this period?"

"of course not!"

"That's right, come on, tonight, let me be your opponent."

While speaking, King had already stood up, his feet splayed backwards and forwards, his hands raised, and he was in a fighting stance.

Wu Chi scratched his head and said with a smile, "Alright."

After saying that, Wu Chi stepped down and rushed towards King, seeing the speed that almost pulled out an afterimage, King understood that this person was a little faster than himself in his heyday.

If he hadn't been injured, the outcome of this battle should be a five or five.

but……

King's eyes flashed, and he knew his current weakness, so he absolutely couldn't hold on to the stalemate, he could only risk his life and try to resolve the battle quickly, so that he had a chance of winning!

Facing Wu Chi's ghostly punch, King didn't even think about how to block it.

He just suddenly swelled the muscles all over his body, and the breath in his body rushed like the sea in an instant. He exhausted all his strength, threw away all defenses, and blasted out a killer punch, come on!

King stared at Wu Chi firmly, regardless of whether Wu Chi's punch hit his heart or throat!

"cut!"

Obviously, Wu Chi sensed what King was thinking. He was not a desperado. Although he didn't care much about life and death, it would be a pity to die like this.

What's more, such a battle is not artistic at all!
In the blink of an eye, Wu Chi's feet changed, and while giving up the attack, he made a startling turn, narrowly dodging King's fist, and then kicked King's back of the head with a kick in the momentum of his turn.

Unexpectedly, the corner of King's mouth suddenly pulled into a sneer, and then Wu Chi heard the ear-piercing sound of rubbing.

King had expected it a long time ago, the seemingly indomitable punch actually left room, and as King turned around, the punch hit Wu Chi's feet in a big swing.

Bang! ! !
Fists and feet collided and made a violent sound, and the overflowing strong wind blew up the sleeves of both sides. The two glared at each other, and the battle was already surging.

With one punch, Wu Chi couldn't bear the force in the air and was knocked backwards.

This is what King wanted. The injuries on his body made it impossible for him to fight for a long time. Enduring the pain in his muscles and viscera, King once again broke out with all his strength, seizing this only opportunity, intending to completely defeat Wu Chi.

How could Wu Chi give King this chance? The moment he flew upside down, he shook his right hand, and a dart quickly plunged into the statue beside him, and with a pull, he avoided King's pursuit.

Standing on the statue, Wu Chi retracted the spear.

Amid the uproar from the audience, he smiled disdainfully, threw the dart away, looked at King and said, "Actually, I prefer to fight with weapons, but since you are empty-handed, I don't take advantage."

"I was a little careless just now. I didn't expect you to plant a trap when you were desperate."

"Next, there is no chance."

"Ah……"

With a chuckle, Wu Chi leaped into the air, and the entire five- to six-meter-high statue collapsed under his kick. Facing Wu Chi's unstoppable tomahawk chop, King could of course dodge.

But... the throbbing pain in his viscera told him that the temporarily suppressed old injury was about to explode.

Fight!

King's muscles swelled again, and the floor under his feet burst open. He took a step forward, and a spider crack was created. He clenched his right hand and blasted out, making a terrifying explosion!
Deng!
It was the sound of the spear piercing into the stone again, and with the spear of Wu Chi's left hand piercing into the stone pillar on the left, Wu Chi's body turned completely, allowing King's blow to hit the air completely...

After the punch, King's face was as black as a pot.

The right hand tried its best not to let the muscles tremble and convulse, staring at Wu Chi firmly.

Wu Chi said with a sneering smile, "Don't use such a scary look, look, this time I really don't have any weapons."

As he said that, Wu Chi also threw away the spear.

He never tires of deceit, he likes to fight, he likes the feeling of walking on the edge of life and death, but it doesn't mean he likes death, King's fist is very dangerous.

In the face of such a guy who can break through all methods with one force, it is unreasonable to resist stubbornly, right?

However, finally there will be no such terrifying fists anymore, Wu Chi smiled and said: "Let's start the fight with dignity, I also like the fight from fist to flesh very much."

Well, on the premise of not dying.

King took a deep breath, suppressed the exhaustion in his body, did not speak, and assumed a fighting stance.

In fact, it was too painful to speak.

……

At the airport, after getting off the plane, Li He turned on his mobile phone, and unexpectedly saw a text message, he was silent, and sighed: "It's time to race again..."

Of course, Li He doesn't care if it's just a drag racing with the accelerator on, but he doesn't own a car after all, so if he wants to drive the car to more than 100 yards, he needs to rely on his legs...

This is a sad story.

Under the starry night, ride the dust...

(End of this chapter)