In the fighting arena, Xiao Yuanchao fought with the brutal Marcus. Every punch, every kick, is extremely slow, but it is as fast as lightning. The speed and power of the fists and legs and feet pull the air everywhere; The hurricane-like movement of the body rolled up countless dust on the ground.

From the moment of the desperate fight, the people around him couldn't see the attack of the two people clearly. Because the two people are full of dust around them, because the two people, whether they are punches or legs, they are in a slow state, but you can't see the end of a fight or a leg out.

That's because it's too fast, so fast that people's retinas create an illusion and deceive the eyes.

This is the crit, the battle between two people with crit power. There is no sound of fists and feet intersecting, because if there is any intersecting sound, it means that one of them will be destroyed or killed.

Everyone longed to hear a dull sound, but they wished they never heard it. It's like standing in the most formal casino, staring at the fairest, most difficult to control roulette wheel to see where the sieve will fall.

Win or lose, it's all at the moment when the roulette wheel stops and the sieve stops beating.

Zhukov gasped, and his hands, which were shaking with Parkinson's disease, trembled even more; Li Xian's eyes were slightly closed, and his right hand was clutching his Tang knife, clenched tightly, and his green muscles were exposed.

Li Linglong stared at her eyes to the extreme, trying to distinguish the attacks that were entangled between the two; King Shijun lay softly in Liang Ying's arms, coughing while staring at Xiao Yuanchao in battle.

Xiao Yuanchao has not made any kind of contact with the fists and kicks of the brutal Marcus, they are all trying to hit each other, but they are all trying to avoid each other.

"Whew! Call! Call! ……”

The wind whistling from his fist whistled past Xiao Yuanchao's ears, which represented the peak of strength and speed, and it was the perfect fusion of peak speed and power.

Similarly, Marcus's ears have been ringing with the sound of a sudden breaking wind, and when he attacked Xiao Yuanchao with a critical attack that perfectly blended speed and strength, the opponent was also attacking him.

There was no anger or impatience in the eyes of the two men who were attacking each other, but complete calm.

The two of them didn't dare to relax in the slightest, because once they slackened, they might be punched to death by the other party. The battle between them was more dangerous than any battle, and if they were to sell spears and shields, they would definitely say that their spears could penetrate their own shields.

Because their bodies can't withstand the blow of a critical hit, they can use a critical hit.

The kind of crit with a strong visual impact doesn't come out, there is no blood, there is no violence, and some just make people look more and more boring.

Even Li Linglong had an illusion, she had the feeling that Xiao Yuanchao was at home with Marcus. Because the impression of the crit is too deep for her, in the fight of 10,000 people in the cage mountain, Xiao Yuanchao's brutal and domineering killing of a strong man with one punch is vivid, and it is not comparable to the crit in front of her at all.

Is this a critical hit? This is basically two brothers who are so familiar with each other that they are practicing martial arts together, and it is also a martial arts performance without any appreciation value.

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes, half an hour......

Everyone's emotions began to change from nervous to relaxed, and then relaxed emotions to impatience, especially Zhukov.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him as fast as I can! Zhukov shouted at Marcus: "I gave you so much money not to let you play, but to let you win for me!" Kill this guy and you'll be the only one standing at the top; Kill this guy and you can do whatever you want with the money! Kill him quickly, I've given you enough money, you pig! ”

The impatient Zhukov began to curse and scolded Marcus like a pig. Because he didn't want to watch anymore, he wanted to quickly divide the winner and then stand in the temple and fulfill the dream of his youth.

Marcus, who was fighting Xiao Yuanchao for life and death, suddenly changed his eyes, and a touch of anger rose. Under this angry gaze, his movements froze slightly for a moment.

But it was this moment that decided the fate of Marcus.

Xiao Yuanchao will not give up this opportunity, absolutely not. His right hand was quicker than Marcus' right and landed a pinpoint into his opponent's left shoulder.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

The left shoulder was hit by a critical blow, Marcus's body froze, and the entire left button pushed a bag backwards under the force of the critical attack, and the bones of the shoulder were shattered in an instant. With the bone in his left shoulder shattered, his entire left arm lost strength and hung limply on the left side of his body.

"Please, don't kill me!" Marcus made a pleading voice at Xiao Yuanchao.

Hearing the other party's plea, a trace of doubt flashed in Xiao Yuanchao's calm eyes, but he still killed the killer.

It's a pity that the doubt in his eyes slowed him down for a moment, allowing Marcus to seize the opportunity to escape from his attack range.

Brutal Marcus is the world's recognized king of martial arts, but such a king of martial arts pleads when he is seriously injured. The identity and voice present a completely impossible strong contrast, and I am afraid that everyone will have a temporary loss of consciousness.

Xiao Yuanchao can be sure that Marcus is not afraid of death, if he is afraid of death, it is absolutely impossible to live to this day.

With a punch crushing Marcus in the shoulder, the outcome of the fight was already clear: Marcus was defeated, and Khamba's crisis was resolved......

This is not a thrilling fight, it can only be a final fight full of anticipation that ends in boredom and restlessness.

"You, you, you......" Zhukov stared at Marcus, who was hanging on his left shoulder and shattered, barely knowing what to say.

He spent a lot of money to get Marcus to fight for him, and the result was to win! But Marcus was defeated, and was broken in the shoulder by a punch from an unknown little man......

"You owe me a dollar!" Marcus said to Zhukov: "You didn't pay the money in full!" A dollar doesn't matter to you, but a dollar can make a displaced child live! In Africa, a paltry dollar can save a life, and you won't give me that dollar! Since I refuse to give it, I won't ask for any of this money. Also, I'm not a pig, you're a real pig! Only the pig is delusional about conquering the Kham Temple, and only the pig is self-righteous and thinks that he is superior. What are you? It's nothing more than a traitor! ”

"You, you...... What are you when you are? You're just a dog I've trained, and you're just a killer I've trained! Zhukov trembled angrily, pointed at Marcus and yelled: "Get out, get out of your Africa, get out of Africa and live with your African pigs." Marcus, don't worry, I'm going to kill you, including your bunch of African pigs! ”

Marcus slowly tied his limp left arm to his body, and glanced at the angry Zhukov with disdain.

He turned around, nodded at Xiao Yuanchao and said, "Thank you for not killing, if there is any need in the future, Marcus will definitely try his best to help." ”

With that, Marcus covered his badly injured left arm, threw Zhukov down, and strode away from Khamba......

ps: It's been a bit slow to update in the past two days, not because I'm lazy, but I've been thinking about this battle, and the brutal Marcus. Marcus should not be Xiao Yuanchao's enemy, but should be an ally; Marcus shouldn't just be a killer, he should also have two sides, maybe when Xiao Yuanchao arrives in Africa, the two of them who can use critical hits will stand side by side and set off earth-shattering waves...... It's not that I'm lazy, but I'm thinking all the time. Each character should be unique, all should be clear, and all should have their own life and pursuits.