The carp king of this Rockets soldier is super cruel

Chapter 215 The Mummy Version of the Little Snorlax
"Single-headed dragon, use 'bite'!"

Almost at the moment when the 'fixed body method' was completed, Duan Muhao immediately ordered to make up the knife.

"Ow—"

The single-headed dragon quickly rushed forward, several jet-black light marks surged from the fangs in its mouth, condensing into four illusory sharp fangs.

'laugh! '

The fangs easily pierced the body surface of the walking grass, splashing several streaks of purple juice.

"Walking grass, use 'suction' to break free!"

Ye Jing shouted anxiously.

"road"

The walking grass with a painful face clenched the leaves above its head into a fist again.

But the turquoise light marks floating on the blade collapsed after just a few turns, and the skill release failed.

The fist without skill blessing hit the single-headed dragon's head lightly, as if acting like a baby.

"how come."

Ye Jing froze for a moment, realizing that it was because of the strange skill released by the night watchman just now.

"road"

As the single-headed dragon bites more and more tightly, the walking grass gradually loses the strength to struggle, and can no longer maintain the form of 'Brother Gui', deflated like a leaking balloon.

"I abstain!"

Seeing that the walking grass is not in good condition, Ye Jing asked the referee to abstain.

"The fireball mouse fell to the opposite platform, the other trainer of the red team forfeited, and the blue team won this round."

The referee immediately waved the flag to announce the result of the game, and then signaled with his eyes to the huge two-meter-high figure standing beside him.

(Iron Hand Lushi, a six-star fighting monster, whose pre-form is a three-star fighting monster, Makushita Hercules.

The body is as fat as a sumo wrestler, but in fact, there are a lot of explosive muscles hidden under the fat.

Those palms, which are much larger than cattail fans, are a major feature of iron palm wrestlers.

There used to be a record of gold-level iron palm wrestlers stopping high-speed trains abruptly with their palms. )
"scholar!"

Hearing this, the iron palm wrestler immediately jumped onto the opposite platform.

The moment the huge tonnage jumped onto the opposite platform, Su Yang clearly felt the ground tremble.

"Ow"

The iron palm wrestler lightly pinched the single-headed dragon's cheeks skillfully, and the single-headed dragon immediately let go of the mouth that was biting the walking grass.

Obviously, it should have encountered this situation many times, so the technique is so proficient.

"Heh, even if you don't intervene, I can lead you to lie down and win, after all"

Duanmuhao looked at Su Yang, smiled lightly with his hands behind his back, "I was not born in the sky, Duanmuhao, China is like a long night forever."

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Su Yang gave him a look like a fool, and took Ye Xunling away without saying a word.

I forgot to wear a mask before coming to the game, so I have to sneak away quickly, or I will be infected with the second virus.

When he returned to the rest area, Su Yang found that Zhu Wangqiaochu's group of relatives and friends composed of seven aunts and eight aunts were surrounding him to comfort him.

Looking at it like this, it seems that he lost in the second round of the game.

However, as the person concerned, Zhu Wangqiao turned the grief of being eliminated into appetite, and viciously ate the Big Mac burger in his hand.

And the little Snorkel, which is about to be wrapped into a mummy plus with bandages, is eating the family bucket with a happy face. The big bucket is full, and the whole family of chickens should be in it.

'Is it that bad?The medical team couldn't directly cure it? '

Seeing the bandages on the little Kabymon, Su Yang was a little surprised.

If it's a silver or gold battle, it's not surprising to suffer such heavy injuries, after all, even monsters die.

Because the higher the level of battle, the more powerless the referee is to protect the participating monsters.

Low-level competitions are like children fighting. As an adult referee, they can be forcibly pulled away.

But a high-level competition is like a battle between two professional fighters. If they hit each other, the referee can't force them to separate, and if they are not careful, they will be hurt by Chi Yu.

In this lowest level of competition, it is really strange that the little Snorkel can still suffer such serious injuries.

Although he was curious, Su Yang was too embarrassed to ask the reason because Zhu Wangqiao was surrounded by big relatives.

But at noon, when eating with all the tenants of the cauliflower apartment, Le Xiaoyuan helped Su Yang answer his doubts:
"Little Zhu's opponent in the second round is Lei Minghao, who is the twin brother of Lei Mingjie you met in the first round. After meeting him, the little Kabymon was targeted in retaliation. So if you meet him later, junior, be careful."

"Is that so?"

Su Yang nodded thoughtfully.

"What's the matter, when I meet him, I just beat him back, just to avenge that friend for you."

Guan Shuya chewed the steak in her mouth, her cheeks were swollen like a hamster, and said vaguely, "Don't be cowardly, little devil, just do it."

"This reminds me of when I was young. At that time, I still had long, smooth hair. Many people often challenged me because they were jealous of my appearance."

Cang Shan touched his head, which was seriously eroded, and said nostalgicly and proudly, "I used to be a very good trainer. Xiao Suyang, if you have any questions about this, feel free to ask me."

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Su Yang looked at the old man speechlessly.

You can brag, anyway, you don't have to pay taxes for bragging.

Jing Ruxin didn't know when she left the dinner table, and she was nowhere to be seen.

However, Su Yang was used to her elusiveness, so he presumably went to discuss the taste of abalone with a certain beautiful waiter.

When Su Yang returned to the competition venue after lunch and rested for a while.

I ran into a boy who looked very similar to Lei Mingjie, obviously he was Lei Mingjie's twin brother 'Lei Minghao'.

Compared to his younger brother Lei Mingjie, Su Yangneng's older brother, Lei Minghao, has a heavy hostility.

And the electric shock monster following him also had unusually fierce eyes.

"Are you the guy who knocked out my good-for-nothing brother in the first round?"

Looking at the night watchman following Su Yang, Lei Mingjie raised his eyebrows playfully.

"If you want to thank me, you can write me a thank you letter."

Su Yang glanced at Lei Mingjie indifferently and said.

Maybe other people will feel terrified when they face Lei Minghao who is full of hostility.

But for Su Yang, who has been with the Rockets for four years, Lei Minghao can only be regarded as the younger brother.

How can people who live in the dark be afraid of street gangsters?
"I hope that when you meet me in the game, you will still have the courage to say that."

Lei Minghao snorted coldly.

Before leaving, he stretched out his palm and cut his throat on his neck, provoking Su Yang.

Seeing Lei Minghao's leaving back, Su Yang couldn't help curling his lips and muttering, "Although Duanmuhao is not as good as Duanmuhao, this guy is not much better."

In fact, Su Yang really wanted to correct him. Wiping his neck is not like that. He should move it to the side. The effect of cutting the side carotid artery will be better.

(End of this chapter)