The moment Chen Mo walked into the fighting arena, the commentator shouted out his fighter number with unprecedented excitement.

The audience was boiling, and Galaxy members, both men and women, cheered loudly. Although the water broke this time and sent a five-man lineup against Chen Mo, who was single-handed, the bet still maintained a one-sided trend.

No one thought that Chen Mo would lose, in the words of the Prince of Dubai, even if a prehistoric mammoth was driven into the field, it would be torn to pieces by the young man of country Z.

The fighters were clearly divided into camps, with the robes occupying the seats on the south side and the broken water stream sitting on the north side. Most of the spectators from other countries were indiscriminate level masters, with indifferent expressions, Luo Li and Zhuo Yitian were also among them, and both of them looked a little uneasy.

"The robes said that the little devils were doing tricks, and I think it's almost possible." Zhuo Yitian hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "The last time I did it with them, the guy who was obviously about to die turned the tables in the end. ”

"I watched the live broadcast at the time, and they should have used genetic drugs." Luo Li replied coldly. In extraordinary times, even if she is reluctant to talk to this woman, she can only forget about her past suspicions for the time being.

"Genetic potions?" Zhuo Yitian thought of the life-saving thing that Mo Wentian used on himself, and couldn't help but be stunned, "Why do the people of the R country also have it?" ”

"They seem to be studying with a political axe, and their hands are much bigger, but they are not as powerful as Dr. Mo. Broken Water came to Gorosem this time to force Dr. Mo out, so he targeted Chen Mo. Luo Li said.

"Old man Mo ran away, even if he beat Chen Mo to death, it's useless, right?" Zhuo Yitian snorted, "The two old guys don't know what the hell they are doing, that Mo Qinggu was originally the same as me, he was also lying on the hospital bed, and he was taken away." If I had known, I would have to sneak along to see which boat they were on, and I didn't even know which boat they were on......"

"I never believed in Mo Wentian, but you seem to be different, you are much cuter." Luo Li glanced at her with a playful gaze.

Zhuo Yitian was annoyed and was about to refute, when the horn in the field whined.

When Chen Mo saw the five people coming out, he already had a strange feeling. The fact that the people of R were willing to abandon the spirit of bushido and be willing to stage this contest of more against less undoubtedly proved that they had no other than to win.

What made them the way they are? Chen Mo was a little puzzled. Compared to the robes, these guys are more cautious, more fearless, and more insane. Except for the madman, no one likes to lose more than he loses, and the people of R have always been crazy enough to reason for their surnames.

This is subtle.

The strange aura coming from the boxer's viewing area made him look back, only to see Zhuo Yitian and Luo Li staring at him without blinking, and not far from them, there was a withered and thin old man.

Chen Mo was slightly stunned, the old man gave him an indescribable feeling, but there was no threat.

The five R people are already slowly approaching.

Chen Mo returned his attention to them, took a breath, and rushed out.

The undercurrent that was already surging in the field suddenly became obvious, and the five people spread out to stand, the tallest one faced Chen Mo, and the others were surrounded by two wings.

The moment Chen Mo punched, the tall man also swung his fist at the same time, and hit it hard in the air without dodging. Without any suspense, the tall man's entire arm bone was broken into seventeen or eighteen pieces, and his fists were twisted to the point of being unfitted.

He didn't even raise his eyebrows, his wounded arm hung down, and his other hand had drawn a short knife from his waist. These guys all carried two katanas, one long and one short, this person had a short knife in his hand, and even his eyes burst out with the edge of blowing hair and breaking hair, and the tip of the knife was picked up at Chen Mo's abdomen from the bottom down.

Chen Mo's right hand fell back directly, held the blade impartially, and pulled it with a force, but it was not broken!

The Chinese are famous for their sword-casting skills, and some people once fixed the katana and fired it, and the bullet was cut in half without any damage to the blade. After Chen Mo mastered the skill of precise force, now this wrench can be bent on the spot even if it is a solid iron rod, but the short knife is no different. The tall man tried his best, always holding the handle of the knife firmly, Chen Mo let out a low cry, his wrist was quickly retracted, and the opponent's huge body was pulled off the ground, but he couldn't let it go.

The wind was howling, and the four long knives on the left and right sides had already been slashed. It was obviously an offensive composed of cold weapons, but in Chen Mo's perception, it was like a flawless strangulation net under the hood, and the local defensive state could allow him to block the direct bombardment of firearms, but at this moment, the warning signs that had not appeared for a long time were in full swing. The crisis prediction of the Ares robot allowed Chen Mo to see the destructive power of these sharp blades in advance, and they could wring him into pieces of meat in the blink of an eye.

All five of them are out-and-out rivals.

He let go of his hands and retreated, four long knives and one short knife following him, still with a trace of furious energy, surging towards him.

This is the first time that Chen Mo has been forced to retire after his official appearance in Goroseem. There was a low tickling in the stands, like the wind across the lake. Luo Li unconsciously twisted his hands together, his knuckles turned white, and Zhuo Yitian was also thrilled to see, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Chen Mo retreated a distance, but the speed of those people was not inferior to him, and the entire formation did not change in the slightest due to the high-speed action, like the mouth of a giant beast that had been opened, and he would never give up without swallowing him.

Chen Mo sneered, and the bullet time suddenly started.

Those few people from the R country only saw the phantom flashing, and then they could no longer capture Chen Mo's location. The long-range camera replays the slow motion of nearly 100 times before restoring this incredible acceleration process to the big screen. Most of the Galactic members in the audience stood up, watching in disbelief as Chen Mo swept out diagonally, while his opponent approached with stiff and slow movements like a moving clay sculpture. In contrast, the movements and reactions of the people of the R country were so slow, as if they were facing a dry turtle facing the black mamba, so that Chen Mo stepped on the flying sand and went around in a circle, and they were still staring ahead, as if there was another Chen Mo there.

What a terrifying speed? What a terrifying strength this is?!

Like his companions, the Prince of Dubai slumped in his seat, groaning feebly as he watched the big screen. The reality in the field was changing, and Chen Mo had emerged from behind the R people like a ghost, with a hand piercing through the back of the tall man's head and out of his mouth.

The ultra-high-speed single "fast forward" did not stop until this moment, and the other four R people saw their partners staggering and falling, their expressions did not change at all, and they pounced on Chen Mo again.

What Chen Mo didn't expect was that the entire strangulation net not only did not collapse because of the loss of one person, but became denser and tighter, and the complementary energy was stronger.

He no longer retreated, but rose to the sword. He has never taken anyone in this world into account.

Four long knives stabbed at the same time, and two of them accelerated under their feet, turning to the rear, sealing all of Chen Mo's dodge angles. In the change of this formation, Chen Mo saw an extremely small flaw. These four knives originally followed the established route rigorously like machines, whether it was chopping or stabbing, they were echoing and cooperating with each other, seamlessly.

The position of the fallen fifth person in the offensive and defensive transition has been filled by the other two, which means that the entire net has also changed accordingly, and the common burden of five people has become four people picking. Chen Mo is a stout person in front of him, looking like a farmer who often works under his head, he is the strongest link, and the flaws appear precisely in him.

As the leader of the entire formation, this man was under far more pressure than his companions. Since the other two went to cut off Chen Mo's retreat, he had to respond with a frontal attack, and the frequency of the knife was greatly enhanced, and the false and real moves were layered on top of each other, and the sharp roar of the blade could almost tear the eardrums.

It's not as good as what Luo Si said, and now Chen Mo found that the old man really didn't lie about it.

Chen Mo stabbed out his palm like a blade, but it was just sticking to the opponent's blade, winding up like a snake. His arms are short and his knives are long, and if he keeps this adventurous action, he will inevitably be stabbed in the chest before he has time to do anything. The "farmer" was stunned and increased the force of the stab, trying to satisfy his suicidal wishes.

Chen Mo reversed his palm at this time, holding it near the handle of the knife, and then he returned his elbow and snatched it. This was enough for him to exert his full strength, and the man couldn't resist it at all, and his finger bones crackled, and two of them had been torn apart, and the long knife was out of his hand.

The blade that came back opened an extremely long opening in the man's abdomen from his chest to the chest, almost cutting it in half, and the internal organs and intestines rolled to the ground. Chen Mo didn't expect the katana to be so fast, and without pause, he slashed at the other person in front of him, and collided with the opponent's parried blade, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The second person was holding a knife in both hands, but he couldn't block Chen Mo's one-handed slash at all, and the long knife rebounded, deeply embedded in his forehead, and was killed on the spot.

The slight sound of the air tearing behind him was clearly audible, and Chen Mo only felt that his lower back was cold, and he had been pierced by the blade. He rushed forward a few steps, and after getting out of the crisis, he suddenly jumped up and twisted his body, like a sturdy cheetah hunting for gazelles, and the long knife in his hand pulled out a snowy half moon in the air.

The heads of the two people in the rear rolled off at the same time, and they still rushed forward a few steps with their knives before they fell. The disembowelment man was the only one who hadn't lost his breath, he actually dragged his intestines back to his feet and pounced on Chen Mo. The sword flashed again, and he was really divided into two parts, and the corpse fell in different directions.

The shouts of the commentator and the cheers of the audience rang out at the same time, Chen Mo held the long knife, watched the drops of blood fall from the tip of the knife into the sand, and looked at the stands after a long time.

All those who were watching the battle were like the five dead, with only unwavering indifference on their faces.

(To be continued)