At the foot of the Temple Mount in Kham, an old white man with white hair looked up at Kham, with a hint of excitement in his cloudy eyes.

"It's been more than 30 years, and I can finally stand here again." The man stretched out his trembling right hand, and the steps extended to the mountain at the end, and said to a man in his thirties with a pair of black pupils beside him: "Marcus, in three days at most, the Kham Temple will be trampled under our feet, are you excited?" ”

The man named Marcus just smiled slightly, and did not answer the words of the older white man. But his eyes exuded a thick scorching heat, full of high-spirited battle heat.

"Isn't it exciting to think that you will soon be able to trample under the feet of this group of highland warriors who claim to be of noble blood, so that they will no longer be proud and gasp like dying dogs? When you sweep the world's pinnacle of Cunzài and let him kneel in front of you and cry, will you have no pride? Marcus, my brutality, we are facing the pinnacle of martial arts, we are facing the invincible temple, high above! See the steps? It does not lead to Khamba, but to a height that no one has ever reached! ”

The older white man became more and more excited, but with his excitement, his right hand trembled even more. Even the facial muscles showed strange twitching, and the bones that were pumped felt like they were about to fall.

"I'm excited, but definitely not as excited as you, Mr. Zhukov." Marcus stared at the other party's trembling right hand and said, "And one more thing, don't call me brutal, because I don't like this nickname." Twenty years ago, I struck down the leader of the Kham Temple, and standing here now is just history repeating itself. That's it for me, but for you...... IMHO, you are just a traitor to the Kham Temple, and of course, a traitor is only to the loser. After three days you will succeed, and the successful one will take off the hat of a traitor and sing a hymn to others. ”

"You don't understand, you don't understand ......"

"Yes, I don't understand, I don't understand why you're so persistent." Marcus shrugged his shoulders and said, "You should know that extreme measures will inevitably be exchanged for extreme revenge, when you use mercenaries, have you ever thought that the people of the Kham Temple will ......?"

"I don't care, as long as I can stand in the Kham Temple, even for a second!"

“……”

The name of this dying white man was Zhukov, and the Zhukov training camp was named after him. He is the sole leader of Zhukov's training camp, and all Zhukov's killers will obey his orders and dispatches.

"Maybe you're too optimistic, the Kham Temple also has a martial artist who can crit." Marcus reminded.

"But he's only eighteen!" Zhukov said in a deep voice.

"That's right, he's only eighteen." Marcus pinched his chin lightly and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhukov, have you forgotten how old I was twenty years ago?" Twenty years ago I was only nineteen years old, and when I was nineteen years old, I killed the leader of the Kham Temple, so don't underestimate age...... By the way, my reward this time ......"

Marcus held out his hand and smiled.

"When I stand inside the temple, your honorarium will reach your account, and then you can leave Zhukov and go wherever you want." Zhukov said to Marcus.

"No, the plan has changed, and none of us expected the emergence of a master of critical combat in the Kham Temple. What I want to say about this unexpected situation is that you have to pay me, otherwise I won't do it. It's a matter of risking my life, in other words, I'm not sure about the martial arts pro against Khamba. ”

"You're not sure?" Zhukov turned his head to stare at Marcus, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "You are the king of martial arts who has been famous for twenty years, and you can't deal with an eighteen-year-old young man?" ”

"Yes, I'm not sure, because you don't understand what a critical hit is." Marcus said with some distress: "There is no hierarchy of critical hits, let alone any skills, because under absolute speed and strength, skills are almost useless. In other words, as long as the opponent can crit, then I am not sure of victory. We're going to be on the same level, we're going to be on the same strength, maybe I'm going to die, maybe he's going to die. So I asked for an increase of 50 percent on the original basis! ”

Zhukov stared at Marcus for a long time, nodded slightly, and agreed to the other party's temporary price increase. He is very aware of a problem, if he does not give the other party a satisfactory price, then this immature dog will definitely not continue to do things for himself, although the other party was trained in the training camp.

"Thank you so much, I think you are God at this time!" Receiving the promise of a price increase, Marcus said with a smile on his face: "Although you are more often a devil, no one can deny the powerful charm of your combination of God and the devil. As you wish, I will let you finally set foot on the Kham Temple, and you will! ”

Zhukov really didn't understand crit, and he didn't know whether what Marcus said was true or false. But there is one thing, as long as it can be achieved with money, it is not a matter at all.

"By the way, I really want to warn you that it's better to withdraw the mercenaries. This is a sacred combat duel, not a gun-to-gun duel. Marcus spoke again about mercenaries.

"That's my business, you just have to do your thing." Zhukov said coldly: "I want to wash Kham in blood, I want to kill all the people in Kham!" ”

When he said this, Zhukov's eyes were full of murderous intent. This killing is entirely due to hatred, unforgettable hatred.

"Ok, that's your business, I have no right to interfere." Marcus spread his hands and said, "There are five games in total, do you need me to play them all?" ”

"Of course, otherwise what are you going to do?"

"Raise me?" Marcus was stunned for a moment, walked up to Zhukov and whispered to him: "Don't talk about raising me, I've already made enough money for you!" Yes, I came out of your training camp, and you have made many efforts to grow me, but you have to remember that my wings are hard enough to carry me to every corner of the world! Mr. Zhukov, this is our last deal, the last deal! I have not chosen to betray like you, I have been merciful. Remember, this is our last trade and there will be no next one. Because I always remember the day you locked me up with the bear, and I always remember the moment when you stood outside the cage and let your precious bear bite me to death while drinking delicious red wine because I stole half a cookie that I threw in the trash! Transfer the money to my account immediately, immediately, immediately, I only fight for money, you ****! ”

After saying that, Marcus turned and walked away, leaving Zhukov with a murderous face......