Marcus stood up and walked towards King Shijun, who was standing in the field. He walked very heavy and steady, and his two legs strong enough to kick and bend the steel pipe supported his steps, as steady as Mount Tai.

Seeing the brutal Marcus who stood up again, as if he had come over with a different person, King Shi put down his raised arms and stared at each other's eyes solemnly.

He couldn't see anything in the eyes of Brutal Marcus, because there was nothing in the other man's eyes. The pupils are clear and bottomless, flashing with a special light, as if it can suck people in.

"You're dead." The faint voice could not have been fainter came from the mouth of the brutal Marcus, and everyone felt a cold wind blowing, cold to the bone.

And the brutal Marcus didn't use a cold voice, just a voice that was so faint that there was no emotion. But this kind of sound makes people rise three feet of ice.

The fight is not over, it has just begun.

Facing the brutal Marcus who stood up again and completely changed the aura of his whole person, King Shi Jun did not hesitate and charged towards the other party.

In the furious charge, one of his lame legs seemed to be restored, and he stomped on the ground with both feet, attacking with absolute domineering power.

"Huh!"

Rushing in front of the brutal Marcus, King Shi Junwang slammed the opponent's face with the simplest punch, and it was a spin shot.

The speed and power of the fist struck by rotation will become greater, just as a bullet must rely on a rotating rifling to send it out in order to maintain its speed and penetration.

The flaming fist that rubbed against the air came in an instant, and came in front of the brutal Marcus. 【】

Whether it's speed or power, this punch is at the absolute pinnacle. The eldest brother of the Martyrs Company has never been weak, not only is it not weak, but it is so strong that it is perverted.

In the face of this punch, Brutal Marcus immediately took a small half step back. As he stepped back, his cheeks tilted back, making Shi Junwang's fist reach the peak of stretch due to the limitation of arm length, and he could no longer stretch forward.

The fist was almost attached to Marcus's nose, maybe only a centimeter, maybe not even a centimeter. But it was this insignificant distance that made King Shijun's attack in vain.

But King Shi Jun smiled, pulling his lips to reveal a cruel smile.

His fist opened suddenly, his five fingers spread widely, and his entire body, under the force of his intact left leg, rushed forward fiercely, grabbing the cheek of the brutal Marcus.

The five rough fingers were as hard as iron, and as long as King Shi grabbed them, Marcus's facial bones would have to be pinched off.

The sudden change of tricks made the eyeballs of the people around him almost drop, and they were sure that they would not be able to do what Shi Junwang did. Because this kind of change requires strong adaptability, but also requires great kicking power of the legs.

If you don't have the strength, you can't make your body rush forward; If you lack strength, you won't be able to change your moves.

The speed of King Shijun's change of tactics is fast, and the speed of Brutal Marcus is even faster. He did not retreat, but advanced, and his body spun around at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, avoiding Shi Junwang's right and turning into the other party's arms.

As he turned into his arms, an elbow blow erupted, hitting Shi Junwang's ribs.

"Click!"

The sound of the ribs being smashed came out, and after the second exertion, Shi Junwang dragged his lame leg and couldn't pull out his body to defend himself. Unable to defend back, two of his ribs were broken by Brutal Marcus' elbow.

The broken bones were violently recoiled inward under the strong tyrannical force, and the **** deep lobes of his lungs.

"Purr ......"

Blood foamed down his throat from Shi Junwang's mouth, his eyes widened, and his whole body was fixed there.

It's not that he doesn't want to resist, but his own lameness! He relies on one leg to exert his strength, and if the lame leg can exert force, it can be effectively dodged or defended.

But one of his legs was lame, and he had to drag him to the ground like a burden.

"Die." Marcus, who was entangled with King Shijun, whispered: "Maybe you can really fight the crit head-on when you are intact, but it's a pity that you are just a cripple." My opponent is not you, so I only use half the strength. ”

As the words landed, the brutal Marcus swung his fists and pushed it towards the chest of the king of Shi Jun.

The force distance is very small, so small that Sun Huxiong, the successor of Wing Chun, will sigh when he sees it.

The force that is almost close to the body is almost stronger than any inch. And this power is unimaginable, and King Shijun, whose lung lobes were pierced, clearly felt that death was beckoning to him.

"Roar!"

A roar came from the mouth of King Shijun, and he jerked backwards to avoid the punch. As he lay on his back, his intact right leg jerked up his knee and slammed into the brutal Marcus' body.

This is an attack that is trying to save his life, and King Shi has no other choice but to do this.

"Bang!"

The knees slammed into Brutal Marcus's body, sending him a critical punch missed, and he took two heavy steps forward.

Brutal Marcus, who missed the blow, was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect his attack to miss, and actually stood there dumbfounded after taking two steps.

King Shijun, who completed the life-saving attack in an instant, fell heavily to the ground, and the moment he landed, he immediately ejected. He clutched his ribs, which had broken two bones, with his left hand, and staggered backwards as he let out a breathless cough.

"Ahem, ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

Rib injuries are trivial, but lobe trauma is a big thing. Accompanied by the sound of coughing, streams of blood foam flowed down the corners of Shi Junwang's mouth, and he was short of breath.

The form reversed sharply, and the brutal Marcus, who got up again, directly beat King Shijun to lose his combat effectiveness. In his opinion, King Shi Jun is already a dead man.

And Shi Junwang can really only swallow the misery into his stomach, if he is not lame, if the other leg is intact, there is no possibility of being unable to defend at all. Although the speed of the other party is really fast, and it is unimaginably fast.

"Hehe, that's a crit." Zhukov, whose smile returned to his face, said to Li Xian: "Feel the trembling of the crit again, I believe this will be the most painful day of your life, hehehe...... Well?! ”

Zhukov's laughter came to an abrupt halt, for his vision was blocked, and a strong smell of wine came from the tip of his nose.

The drunk Xiao Yuanchao suddenly rushed to Zhukov, staring at him with drunken eyes, staring at him with confused and distracted eyes.

Zhukov, who was being held up, was very stunned, he didn't know how this drunk man came here, and he didn't know what this drunk was going to do when he looked at him......