Knock! Knock!

With Mustafa's footsteps, the earth seemed to tremble, don't look at this guy's height, but with his exaggerated muscles and strong fighting spirit, this guy's running degree is not slow at all, only a few steps.

Hey!

With a loud roar, Mustafa stretched out his hands and grabbed the back of one of the thieves, and with a slight force of his hands, the bodies of the two thieves suddenly turned into two kites and flew up in the air.

After dancing for a while, unable to control his body balance, the heads of the two thieves slammed into each other, and suddenly ...... The two thieves were still in mid-air, so they rolled their eyes, and when they fell to the ground, they simply fell unconscious.

Hey, hey, hey......

Mustafa's roar rang out one after another, and one by one the thieves flew up in tatters, and after making "intimate" contact with another thief in the air, they landed on the ground one after another.

Couple...... Two pairs ...... Three pairs ......

One thief after another, one after another, fell from the sky, accurately landing in a circle with a diameter of two or three meters, no matter how far away, he could always throw it here accurately.

Watching the figures miraculously pass through the air and fall directly into that circle, I couldn't help but shake my head in amazement, if this guy goes to the NBA, how can anyone else mix, this accuracy is too high!

After thinking about it, Mustafa had already rushed back with the thief collar with a relaxed face, and said to me with a smile: "Boss, these guys are all rookies, but they are some D-level little thieves, only this collar is C-level, a standard little thief!"

Looking at Mustafa speechlessly, you know, so far, my phantom beast is only a third-order, and if it is converted into a human being, it is a C-level level, and even the strength of this thief leader is not as good as ah.

Of course, strength is only strength, the strength of my phantom beast is not in strength, but in Zhuo's combat skills, although it seems that the strength of this thief leader is stronger in comparison, but if it really fights, the white tiger can easily kill him!

Looking at Mustafa with regret, although Mustafa has fought today, I still don't see anything, he is really too relaxed, just a few waves of his hand, everything is over.

Mustafa's movements are very simple, very direct, very crisp, seemingly random swing of his hand, but he can always skillfully avoid the weapon that cuts at him, grab the opponent's wrist or clothes, and throw it away, and everything is over.

Mustafa has no teacher, and the fighting spirit he practices is also passed down from home, as for the fighting skills, the people on the prairie are self-taught, and through the continuous battle with the monsters, they continue to master more combat instincts!

The people of the steppe are willing to compare themselves to a male lion, and the only way for a male lion to be strong is to keep fighting, temper himself in battle, and gain growth! This is how the scars on Mustafa's body come from.

"Boss, what are you going to do with these little thieves?" Mustafa 's voice rang in my ears as I thought about it.

Looking at the thief with a dead face, I hesitated slightly, and then said flatly: "Forget it, I wanted to kill them, but now I have changed my mind, let them go!"

Top dog!

Listening to my words, Mustafa couldn't help but blushed anxiously, looking at Mustafa's expression, I knew...... He has a bitter hatred for thieves, after all...... His relatives died at the hands of thieves!

Ay......

With a helpless sigh, I continued: "Forget it, it's up to you, how you want to deal with it, it's up to you, I'll go first, after dealing with everything, remember to catch up quickly!"

After speaking, I didn't wait for Mustafa, and urged Xiao Qiang to rush forward, and behind me, I heard the thief leader's cry for mercy.

Although I sympathize with these thieves, I know that this is the kindness of women, and they are pitiful when facing the strong, but they are fiercer than anyone else when facing unarmed civilians.

Recalling the scene I saw on the grassland, my eyes couldn't help but become gloomy, yes...... These thieves deserve to die, not all of them are so vicious, but I don't have time to find out!

Not far away, Mustafa chased after him with a gloomy face, although he didn't say anything, but judging from the murderous aura all over his body, none of those guys would survive.

I didn't want the atmosphere to be so gloomy, so after thinking for a while, I said, "Mustafa, tell me about you, since we are partners in the future, we should get to know each other." ”

Kindness......

Nodding slightly, Mustafa said in a deep voice: "I was born in a herdsman family on the grassland, for as long as I can remember, I learned to crack the earth with my father, and when I grew up a little, the thieves of the grassland came, and in a battle, my father died......"

Looking at Mustafa's sad expression, I couldn't help but sigh, no wonder he resented those thieves so much, he must kill them, now I can finally understand, it turns out ...... His father also died at the hands of thieves.

After thinking about it, Mustapha continued: "From the day my father died, I swore that I would be strong and avenge my father and the warriors of the village who died at the hands of thieves, so I ...... I began the most brutal practice!"

Speaking of this, Mustafa's eyes burst with the light of a spirit, and he continued excitedly: "Since that day, I have begun to fight with all kinds of grassland demonic beasts that I can deal with my young mind and immature body, I can't remember how many times, I almost died, but with my tenacious vitality and strong body, I came back to life!"

Clenched his fists fiercely, Mustafa said gloomily: "Since I lived, then my enemy is bound to be unlucky, in order to fight against the steppe rhinoceros, I have trained the strength of an ox, in order to deal with the grassland wolf, I have trained the mortal degree, in order to fight against the grassland overlord, the half-Beamon giant, I have trained the muscles of steel!"

As he spoke, Mustafa stroked the terrifying scar on his body like a memory, and said longingly: "Do you see this scar, this is exactly to commemorate the deliberate leave of the half-Beamon giant." ”

As he spoke, Mustafa's hand moved down, pointed to another wound, and continued: "This wound, which made me lie down for a month before I got up, was left by the steppe giant ape, and ...... This wound is ......"

Mustafa chattered and narrated, looking at Mustafa's proud expression, but I didn't feel any contempt in my heart, indeed...... He does have a reason to be proud!

There are thousands of scars on Mustafa's body, and each scar has a touching story, these scars can actually be removed, but Mustafa chose to keep them because...... Each scar is a commemoration of a kind of monster he has defeated!

From the story of Mustafa, I finally have a general impression of him, strictly speaking, Mustafa does not have a complete combat system, he just relies on experience, close to the enemy, once he is attached to the body, basically, it is equivalent to being hooked by the scythe of death, the only way to deal with him, is not to let him get close!

After years of fighting, every part of Mustafa's body can be used as a weapon, shoulders, elbows, knees, heads, fists, feet, hips...... Almost every part you can imagine, he can use it perfectly.

Among the thousands of grassland demonic beasts that Mustafa has defeated, almost all types of demonic beasts are included, and any kind of demonic beast requires special techniques to deal with, such as...... You can't put your head on a prairie iron rat, that's stupid.

After listening to the story of Mustafa, I wanted to know even more about what it would be like when Mustafa fought with all his might, and I really wanted to know......

For the next few months, Mustafa and I have been wandering around the greedy wolf's lair, and all the thieves we encountered were slaughtered.