Douluo painter

Chapter 142
"Oh!"

On the ring, Mo Hui kicked the huge corpse in front of him vigorously, and kicked it aside.

The corpse was completely changed, it was charred black, and it was completely impossible to tell who it was.

But judging from his body shape, this is a burly man who came to power with a domineering aura.

"Ah~~"

"If you don't have the strength, you still want to pretend to be B, really!"

Mo Hui looked at the corpse kicked to a distance by him and sighed, acting very helpless.

This burly man stepped onto the ring with a domineering look before, and Mo Hui thought he was very powerful.

In the end, he was still directly beaten by him, which made Mo Hui very speechless, and couldn't help complaining in his heart:

"Aren't the people here a bunch of guys who can only pretend to be coaxing?"

But what he doesn't know is that it's not because the people here are too good, but because he is too powerful.

Take this burly man as an example.

His martial spirit is an elephant-armored rhinoceros, capable of both offense and defense, and his own spirit power has reached level 78.

In this place where he can't use soul skills and almost can only rely on hand-to-hand combat and weapons, he can be said to be invincible everywhere.

Before meeting Mo Hui, he had won nearly ten games in a row, and his strength was beyond doubt.

But helplessly, Mo Hui is stronger than him. To be precise, Mo Hui's weapons are very strong.

Originally, this burly man wanted to continue watching the battle from the audience for a while, but no one came to the stage for a long time.

Then he roughly estimated the power of Mohui's weapon, and felt that he should be able to defend against Mohui's attack, so he planned to go on stage and try it himself.

At the beginning, the result was similar to what he estimated.

Mo Hui's AK really couldn't break through his armor, which made his heart swell, thinking that he had the chance to win.

So he began to mock Mohui, and even went to catch Mohui's bullets on purpose.

Sometimes he used his own crotch to pick it up to prove that his golden gun was not broken.

Where did Mo Hui receive this kind of ridicule, of course he gave him a "head" blow.

He took out his Italian cannon directly, and fired a shot at his crotch.

then……

There's no after that.

The big guy spirals up with his iron cock.

The people watching this couldn't help touching their crotch.

Imagining the pain of that burly man before he died, he mourned silently for a while.

"Wish there were no Italian guns in heaven!"

After mourning, they had a clearer understanding of Mo Hui's strength, and knew the horror of Mo Hui.

But they also saw Mo Hui's weakness.

Although Mo Hui's attack cannot be avoided or prevented, there is a gap between the replacement of weapons and the attack. As long as the attack is made before the attack, there is a possibility of victory.

But even so, it would be very difficult for them to defeat Mo Hui.

After all, Mo Hui's weapons are all prepared in advance, and the speed of changing weapons is very fast.

Moreover, Mo Hui doesn't need to change the magazine, because after the modification of the firearm, it consumes his soul power.

The magazine he changed was actually soul power, and the reason why he changed the magazine was just to save his own soul power.

But they don't know this, they think they still have the possibility of winning.

So they all began to figure out how to defeat Mo Hui.

"how?"

"Is there no one here to challenge me?"

Mo Hui saw that no one in the audience was willing to come up to challenge him for a long time, but they were all whispering, so he was a little anxious.

He opened the ring to win a hundred games quickly, and after winning two games, no one came.

How can he fight this way!

"Humph!"

"Don't be complacent, we have already figured out how to deal with you, and you will die next time!"

The challengers in the audience heard Mo Hui's words and thought that Mo Hui was mocking them, so they retorted angrily.

"Oh."

"Then come up quickly, I'm getting impatient."

Mo Hui said with an indifferent look.

With an arsenal, he is not afraid of these people in front of him.

Even if there is any danger, he still has this big killer.

Once that thing is used, not to mention these people in front of it, even the entire Killing City can be blown to pieces by it.

"it is good!"

"Then we will do as you wish, let's go together!"

After hearing Mo Hui's words, a person jumped onto the ring, followed by a group of people.

They are all challengers who intend to challenge ink painting.

"Oh, are you planning to gang up on me?"

Mo Hui looked at the dark crowd in front of him and became interested.

He is not afraid of crowds, rather the more people there are, the more excited he is.

After all, what modern weapons are most afraid of is gang fights.

And according to the rules of the group arena, the more people there are, the more victories he will count.

Because the group arena is not calculated according to the number of games, but the number of people defeated, which is why they can fight Mo Hui in groups.

This is also why almost no one starts the group arena, because it may be one-to-many.

But this is nothing to Mo Hui, he is best at fighting in groups, and one-to-many is not a problem at all.

And if he beats the group of people in front of him, he can almost complete more than 20 consecutive victories.

One-fifth of the target was completed in one fell swoop.

How could this not excite him?
"Humph!"

"You can still play for a while now, and it will make your life worse than death later!"

One of the challengers sneered.

"Well, come if you can."

Mo Hui waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants, and it is far from enough to swallow these numbers.

"Everyone is ready to fight and let him know how powerful we are."

Following the order of a leader-like challenger, many people began to disperse, looking for a suitable position for themselves.

This is very similar to the scene where dozens of people brush the boss, and Mohui is that boss.

"Oh?"

"Is this going to attack me separately and make me weak?"

Mo Hui naturally saw their strategy.

However, he still didn't care much, instead showing a mocking smile.

"You still dare to mock us, it seems that you are not aware of your current situation."

The commander was very angry when he saw Mo Hui like this.

Because he felt that Mo Hui looked at them as if he was looking at ants.

This made it very difficult for them who are all-powerful in the killing capital to accept.

Usually they bully others, when have they been treated like this!
"Okay, if you want to attack, hurry up, or you won't have a chance in a while."

Mo Hui looked at everyone with a look of indifference.

Then the space ring on his finger started to flash, he was going to take out his weapon.

"Humph!"

"He is about to attack, the first team goes up to resist, and the second team waits for an opportunity to attack!"

Seeing Mo Hui's movements, the commander commanded.

"Oh?"

"It's pretty organized."

Mo Hui looked at the challenger standing in front of him with interest and said.

In front of him are all users of defensive martial spirits and defensive equipment.

On the other side of him is the user of the agility type martial soul.

Mo Hui could see that they were going to use up the bullets in his weapon and attack while he was reloading.

In this regard, Mo Hui just smiled contemptuously.

Then with a flash of space ring.

In Mo Hui's hand, there were two more guns that looked like they were composed of many steel pipes.

Yes, the weapon created by that benevolent field doctor.

And there are still two.

"From now on, this is the battlefield of ink painting, hit me on the public screen!"

The battle between Mohui and many challengers is on the verge of breaking out.

Mo Hui opened his bow left and right, shooting continuously.

Gatling's fire light kept flickering on his face.

And what about those challengers?

Naturally, he gradually sank into the gunfire of Mo Hui.

The defensive team is okay, it can hold out for a while at first.

But the attacking team was miserable. They couldn't dodge the overwhelming bullets.

Some people died in the intensive artillery fire before they even had time to react.

The rest of the people finally ran to the defense team, but the defense team couldn't hold on anymore.

Because Gatling already has the function of breaking defenses, after his transformation, his power has been upgraded to a higher level. Even the strongest fortress can't last for a few minutes.

The moment their defenses were breached, a rain of bullets passed through their bodies at high speed, and their huge energy instinctively exploded their bodies.

Before they even had time to shout for mercy, they were torn to pieces by ammunition, and fell to the ground like a pile of mud.

……

"Hu~~"

As Mo Hui let out a deep breath, the battle was completely over.

Only the corpses all over the ground and the white smoke from Gatling's gun were left to prove it.

"With so many people, my target for today should have been completed, maybe there will be more."

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Mo Hui felt calm and even a little excited.

Because if this progress continues, he will soon be able to win a hundred games and go back.

As for whether he would feel guilty for killing so many people.

Obviously he won't, because everyone here deserves to be killed, and the strong murderous aura on everyone is enough to prove the crimes they committed.

Mo Hui didn't have any psychological grievances to kill this kind of person, and since he came to the capital of killing, Mo Hui felt that killing people seemed to have become easier for him.

I don't know if it was affected by this killing capital.

But it doesn't matter, in order to win a hundred games, he has to kill people, no matter whether he has a psychological burden or not.

I saw Mo Hui mentioned Gatlin, came to the edge of the ring, and looked at the astonished crowd.

"Anyone else wants to come up and challenge?"

"..."

The field was surprisingly quiet, and there was no reply for a long time.

The shock brought by ink painting is too great.

The capital of killing was originally full of ruthless people, they liked killing and blood.

But Mo Hui's unilateral ruthless massacre still made them shudder.

After a while, the audience in the audience began to speak out, but they were not here to challenge, but to express their admiration.

"Nine five twenty seven!"

"Nine five twenty seven!"

……

As the first person shouted out, all the audience in the audience gradually shouted out.

After all, they still like to see bloody and violent fights.

Mo Hui's battle brought them an incomparable shock, and also made them feel incomparably refreshed.

Usually when they watch the game, the two sides go back and forth, and the fight is very intense. Watching it really makes people's hearts fluctuate.

But they didn't come to see the fight, but for the last touch of bright red.

Only the moment when the player dies is considered a climax for them.

Normally, you can only watch a game once, but now you can watch a massacre once a game.

How can this not excite them?

In the end they even started calling Mo Hui the "God of Slaughter".

(End of this chapter)