I'm driving a chariot in the apocalypse

Rebanna, you are very strong! Bertram stood up straight and praised with pride.

I really want to know where my limits are. When fighting against Abel, I don't dare to show my full strength and worry about not being able to hold back. But when I fight with you, I don't have this worry!

Bertram had forgotten the end-to-end agreement and wanted to know the limit of his ability. After reaching a higher level of strength, Abel had no choice but to let him use his full strength.

The fight with Rebanna is very rare, so prepare to unleash all your strength.

Rebana did not want to continue, he was not in the mood to fight, but Bertram did not give Rebana a chance, and he had already begun to accumulate strength.

Rebanna sensed Bertram's fighting spirit and his growing power. A sense of danger flashed through, and Rebana also became serious.

At this time, Bertram looked like a quiet poisonous snake, motionless, but containing danger. Bertram said: This is a blow with all my strength. Rebana, be careful. I won't be able to hold back after I strike.

Rebana could feel that Bertram's control of power had reached its limit. This force hitting Rebana was enough to hurt Rebana, if it could be hit.

Rebanna released his perception ability to the maximum, and Bertram rushed towards him. The speed was very fast, but in the world he perceived, it was extremely slow.

After training, Rebana has been able to slow down the opponent's movements ten times in the world of perception. However, Rebana still cannot see Qiao Xiuer's movements clearly. When fighting Qiao Xiuer, Rebana relies on his feelings. To hide.

Bertram used his special move - the Yamata no Orochi.

Berendt attacked with both hands very quickly, leaving eight afterimages in the air. Each afterimage looked like a giant snake with bared teeth. The positions of the eight afterimages alternated, just like those in Japanese mythology. The monster Yamata no Orochi jumps towards you.

The punch speed was very fast, and Bertram felt that he was at his limit. If the speed continued to be faster, he would lose his balance because he could not control the force. He felt the ultimate power of this move.

This power was far from the ultimate power he pursued, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The head of the Yamata no Orochi bit Rebana from eight directions. Bertram thought to himself: How will you respond? Rebanna, let me see your strength.

Rebanna looked at the fancy attacks, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face. If it was a battle, the emphasis was on killing with one hit. This fancy technique took up too much control. There seemed to be attacks from eight directions. The power is still very strong.

In fact, people only have one pair of hands. As long as someone knows how to punch, fancy attacks are just seeking death.

Rebana had already seen the trajectory of the punch through his perception. He blocked each other with his left and right hands, easily blocking each of Bertram's punches. In the eyes of outsiders, Rebana seemed to have grown eight hands, blocking Bertram's eight snake heads.

The snakehead's attacks were constantly being neutralized. The more Bertram fought, the more frightened he became. He did not expect that Rebanna was ready to take all his attacks.

Bertram had a competitive spirit. He kept accelerating and made his fists more powerful. No matter how fast he accelerated, Rebana could always follow up easily.

His attack was like hitting a sponge, and all the power would disappear as soon as it came into contact with Rebanna's hand. Unconsciously, Bertram's strength and speed increased to another level.

The fight lasted for a minute, and Bertram fell to the ground exhausted. The long and high-speed battle drained all his strength.

The people watching were all stunned. Without saying a word, they kept asking in their minds: Is this still a human being? Is this something humans can do?

It wasn't until Berrent fell to the ground that everyone woke up. When they looked at Rebana, they discovered that this young man, who was not tall at all, was just breathing a little quickly.

The intense battle just now felt to him like he was just warming up.

One by one, you looked at me and I looked at you. No one dared to say anything. They turned around and left without stopping for a moment. They pretended that they had not seen anything and that nothing had happened.

Cliff was stunned in the room. The battle just now was so fast that his eyes could not see clearly. He regretted a little. It would have been better if he had not offended Lei Banner, and letting Lei Banner be the coach could only be shelved.

Bertram was helped up by Rebana, his hands were weak and he dropped his hands weakly. I didn't expect you to be so strong! How much strength did you use? Fifty percent? Or sixty percent?

It's just warm-up training, not that much! Rebana sat on the couch and looked at the overly large yard. When I get older, I will build a yard as big as this.

Bertram was stimulated by Ray Banner's warm-up training. His sure-win trick was actually just a warm-up training. He still couldn't accept the result. Are you kidding me?

Warm-up training, how is that possible?

You're just fighting with me. If you fight with Qiao Xiuer, he won't even be interested in playing with you. Rebana felt bored and a little irritated with nothing to do. Bodyguard work is so boring.

Play? I attack with all my strength. Do you think it's just a game of house? Don't you feel the power contained in my trick? Don't you notice the skill in it? Bertram went crazy. He really couldn't accept Ray Banner. Talk about fun. This is a huge insult to him.

Berendt's trick is indeed a very good trick, and it is true for ordinary bounty hunters, but Rebana is someone who has seen the ceiling. This so-called trick skill is like playing house.

Although it hurts your self-esteem, your unique moves are indeed just a game of house. There are too many useless moves. It is simply a waste. Your control is wasted on useless skills.

Rebanna continued bluntly: This move of yours is indeed very good for dealing with people who are about the same strength as you and people who are weaker than you, but it is meaningless when facing people who are stronger than you.

All I need to defeat you is one punch. I'll keep playing with you. I just want to see what you said and see where your limit is. It's not bad. Your limit is higher than I expected.

Berrent sat weakly on the couch. Rebanna's words really hit his self-confidence. It only took one blow to defeat him.

I know you are much stronger than me, but I still can't believe the one-hit you said. Can you demonstrate it? Berrent was unwilling to give up until he saw Rebana's so-called one-hit kill.

Rebanna was bored and said: Okay! Then you can see clearly!

Rebana stepped forward and punched out, the wind of the punch passing by Bertram's ears.