The morning glow poured out, and the frightened expression froze on the faces of many of the participating team members and members of the organizing committee, because of the weakness, they couldn't judge how strong Pei Donglai's strength was, but they could be sure that in terms of speed alone, Pei Donglai was not inferior to Su Bodhi and Batian.

This means that with the terrifying speed, Pei Donglai has the capital to compete with Su Bodhi and Batian, which is equivalent to having the qualification to compete for the championship.

Later, while most of the people were still in shock, Pei Donglai walked down the competition ground silently, just like when he came on the field before.

At the same time, the military doctor who was in charge of emergency treatment of the wounded rushed to Park Ji-yong with a stretcher for the first time.

"Report to sir, he is still breathing, but he has a serious head injury that requires immediate surgery." After several military doctors quickly lifted Park Ji-yong, whose face collapsed and his flesh was blurred, onto the stretcher, the military doctor headed by the leader immediately reported to Tosk, the head of the organizing committee.

"Operate on him immediately!" Tosk hurriedly gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

Saluted and received the order for the first military doctor, and then carried Park Ji-yong who had passed out with several other military doctors to the medical room of the base quickly.

Seeing this scene, almost everyone understands that even if Park Ji-yong can be rescued by luck, he will leave an indelible shadow, and even lose the courage to continue living in this world.

Life is better than death.

This will become a true portrayal of Park Ji-yong in the future.

It was also Bae Donglai who gave Park Ji-yong a counterattack!

"It seems that the strength of the little has improved."

Unlike those weak team members and members of the organizing committee, Su Bodhi was not only able to see what Pei Donglai had just done. And also judged Pei Donglai's strength through Pei Donglai's shot.

For Pei Donglai's strength improvement, she first felt a little surprised, and then shook her head with a complicated face: "It's just...... The range of improvement is too small, and it can only be regarded as a martial artist in the realm of general strength. ”

Apparently...... In her opinion, with the strength that Pei Donglai showed just now, although it has improved compared to two months ago, it is still impossible to defeat Merck!

"Hey, only this kind of strength dares to shout to win the championship, it's really laughing!"

Batian originally thought that Pei Donglai's strength might have reached the peak of an eighth-level warrior (the peak of the transformation of strength), but now he found that Pei Donglai's strength could only be compared to that of an ordinary eighth-level warrior. I sneered in my heart.

As for Merck, there was a rare hint of ridicule in his indifferent eyes, as if he was mocking Pei Donglai's behavior of putting aside his cruel words. \

"Hey, these idiots, hard ...... Do they think that the East is the only way to do it? ”

seemed to be aware of Batian and Merck's ridicule and disdain, Xiao Mad was no longer annoyed, but full of expectations, expecting Pei Donglai to slap his face with practical actions in the game just now.

Looking forward to it. Xiao Mad didn't say it with a big grin, but smiled and threw a punch at Pei Donglai, who returned to the team. smashed on Pei Donglai's chest lightly and heavily, as a sign of congratulations.

Chen Ying, Wang Kui and Sun Jian also looked at Pei Donglai with bright smiles.

"Brother Mad Brother, the strength of that Geler is the strength of the peak of the seventh-level warrior, which is equivalent to the best in the Strength Transformation Entry Realm, you have to be careful to face it."

Facing the congratulations of the four Xiao Mad, Pei Donglai didn't show any joy as a winner, it felt as if he had just done something that should have been done, and later, he hesitated. still reminded Xiao Mad of it.

Xiao Mad seemed to sense something when he heard this, turned his head to look, and found that Ge Le was looking at Pei Donglai with a frightened gaze, and couldn't help laughing: "The best of the martial artists in the Transforming Strength Entry Realm?" I played with him slowly. ”

Xiao Mad's confident words sounded in his ears, feeling Xiao Mad's innate arrogance, Pei Donglai smiled bitterly in his heart, he knew that his reminder did not play a big role. But he believed that Xiao Maia, who was accepted by the Dragon King Ye Gucheng as a closed disciple and taught killing moves at the same time, although it was only the strength of the half-step transformation strength entry realm, it was not a big problem to contend with Geler, and he could even kill Geler through killing moves.

Pei Donglai knows this. Grad didn't know.

Originally, because of Pei Donglai's behavior of beating and crippling Park Zhiyong, his fear of Pei Donglai rose inexplicably, but when he found Xiao Mad looking at him with disdain, he became angry namelessly-Pei Donglai is strong, but where did you come out of a cat and a dog dare to despise me?

In an instant, Xiao Mad and Geler's eyes met in the air, stirring up an invisible spark, and both sides felt each other's war intent and killing intent.

Then, Grad withdrew his gaze and whispered something to his teammate named John behind him.

Because he was in the same group as Pei Donglai, plus the conflict between the Chinese Dragon Soul Special Forces and the British Royal Special Forces before the game, after seeing Pei Donglai's strength, John's fear of Pei Donglai was incomparably greater than that of Grad, and he even had the idea of giving up the game.

But...... After reassuring him, he adjusted his mentality and entered the arena to engage in a fierce battle with the Israeli special forces member, and finally disabled the Israeli special forces member by a narrow margin and successfully advanced.

Greg was very satisfied with this result, but John knew that his fighting match would stop there - even if he was given ten dares, he would not dare to face Pei Donglai, which would not only bring shame to the British Royal Special Forces, but also make him go to Satan to discuss life!

Group F is the weakest group overall, with four players at the bottom of all the fighting players.

But...... To everyone's surprise, because the four players in Group F were the closest in strength, their match became the most intense and the most time-consuming.

"Next, the first game of Group G will be played by the captain of the German special forces, Podol, against the American Delta special forces Merck."

When the Group F match was over, Ostov got up again to preside over the game, and he couldn't help but glance at the captain of the German special forces, Podol, as he spoke. It seemed to remind Podol of something, intentionally or unintentionally, but on the surface, he still said as always: "Please enter the players from both sides." ”

"Huh!"

Maybe it was because he was aware of Ostof's reminder, or maybe because he knew the name of Merck's executioner, Ostof's words just fell, and everyone, including Pei Donglai, turned their eyes to Podol, the captain of the German special forces, waiting for Podol's decision - admit defeat or die in battle!

Under the gaze of everyone, Podol turned around and stretched out his hand to the three comrades with complicated faces.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

The remaining three members of the German special forces, red-eyed and gritted their teeth, put their hands on Podol's hand one after another. to show solidarity and encouragement.

"Only forward, not backward!"

The slogan of the tragic and loud German 9th Frontier Brigade sounded, and a rare smile appeared on Podol's forever rigid face, and then ...... He resolutely pulled out his palm, turned around, and strode towards the competition platform.

In the sun, he straightened his spine, his steps were steady and powerful, and his expression was solemn. It's like a dead soldier in a war, knowing that if you participate in battle, you will die. But there is no turning back!

"Salute!"

Seeing this scene, Pei Donglai seemed to be infected, and he couldn't help but roar and saluted solemnly to the back that was gradually moving away, as a sign of respect.

"Whew! Swish! Swish! Swish! ”

Hearing Pei Donglai's low drink, Xiao Mad and the four of them saluted Podol's back for the first time.

"Huh...... Swish...... Who......"

Later, one after another members of the contestants saluted, and in the end, even the members of the organizing committee and the five mercenary kings in the audience expressed their respect for Podol by saluting.

Among those who saluted were none of the remaining four members of South Korea's 707 Special Forces Group, who were disabled because of Park Ji-yong. Patronizing and hating Pei Dong is here, where is he still in the mood to care about the lives of other people?

Also without saluting were the American Delta Special Forces, for whom, at this moment, could be counted as the enemy of the 9th German Frontier Brigade, and naturally did not salute the enemy before the start of the game.

Perhaps he didn't expect that Podol would resolutely choose to fight on the premise that he would be sent to death, and a trace of surprise flashed in Merck's eyes. This was followed by a complete return to the previous indifference.

That was a disregard for Podol's unhesitating entry into the war, and it was also a disregard for life!

A cold murderous aura unconsciously emerged from Merck's body, and he walked indifferently towards the martial arts arena like a killing machine.

On the jousting field. Podol, who arrived early, watched Merck enter with a grim face.

Entering the arena, Merck did not stop, but walked straight towards Podol, at the same time, the murderous aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and his cold gaze locked on Podol, as if he directly announced Podol's death sentence.

Feeling the crazy killing intent on Merck's body, looking at Merck's cold eyes, Podol only felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, cold from head to toe.

He tried to move his steps, but found that his feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move half a step at all, so he could only watch Merck walk towards him step by step.

He knew that he was shocked by the terrifying murderous aura on Merck's body, and immediately resisted with tenacious willpower.

It's just—

Merck, who was stained with countless blood, had a murderous aura on his body that was completely made up of the blood of those who died at his hands, and it was so terrifying that ordinary people could not imagine it, so that Podol could not resist it despite all his might.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters......

As the distance between Merck and Podol shortened, everyone, including Pei Donglai, clearly saw that cold sweat appeared on Podol's forehead, and his body was trembling uncontrollably, as if he was making a final struggle.

"Forward!!"

Later, when Merck was only three meters away from Bordore, Podol finally resisted the killing intent on Merck's body with his tenacious willpower, let out a loud roar, turned his hand into a knife, and stabbed Merck in the throat.

"Smack!"

Merck reached out and slapped it at will, shook Podol's hand knife, and then ...... Turning his palm into a grasp, his five fingers stuck around Podol's neck like iron tongs, and he pinched it gently.

"Click—"

A crisp sound came out, and Podol's neck was directly pinched off by Merck, killing him.

"Whoosh!"

With one blow to kill Podol, Merck threw it casually, like throwing garbage, and directly threw Podol's body out of the field.

After doing all this,

He glanced at Pei Donglai intentionally or unintentionally, and it felt as if to say: You will be like him! (To be continued)