"That's what you said, the opponents of the First Battle?"

Olaf, who had been lured here by Tony, looked at the crowd waiting for him, and his face was undisguisedly disappointed.

"Except for that woman," Olaf pointed at Cele with the tomahawk in his hand, "and the others don't even have the honor of being killed by me!"

Speaking something that sounded arrogant to outsiders, Olaf's gaze paused on Bruce Banner's body, his brow furrowed slightly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he felt an indescribable sense of excitement from the other party's body, as if he had met an opponent who could bring him a threat of life and death, which made him have the urge to wield a battle axe and cut off the other party's head.

However, he soon relied on his strong willpower to suppress this bloodthirsty instinct, for he found that the creature that gave him throbbing was really weak and pitiful.

The muscles are soft, the bones are brittle, and the consciousness is weak, no different from the group of ordinary people you meet on the street.

How could such a person be intuitively identified by his intuition as an opponent worthy of a battle, even a life-and-death fight?

"Come together, or one by one?"

Suppressing his doubts, Olaf looked around and made a defiant gesture to Bruce Banner.

Unlike Darius, Olaf is bloodthirsty, but he does not kill.

As the strongest of the race and the bearer of glory, Olaf would never allow himself to do anything that insulted the honor of the warrior, so his axe blade was never swung at the weak, not merciful, but simply unworthy.

It is not worthy of letting these two battle axes that have drunk the blood of dragons and killed gods stain their blood, this is not a rebellious and arrogant madman's babble, but just a statement.

Therefore, to the ordinary civilians of Queens, New York, Olaf has no radical actions other than angry and indisputable abuse.

Compared to the embers that are still swaying his artistic feelings everywhere, Olaf seems to be soaked in blood from the inside out, and he is almost friendly, like a cannibal chief who has been bought by Coca-Cola.

However, this friendship is only a façade, and if someone stands up to "challenge" Olaf, the "berserker" will not hesitate to swing an axe and cut it down, even if the opponent is as weak as a quail that has just broken out of its shell.

In Olaf's eyes, any life that challenges the strong with the weak can be called a true warrior because they have courage.

And for any warrior he identifies, he will give him the highest respect - to die in battle, after all, smearing his blade with the blood of a warrior is not only a defilement of his own glory, but a fulfillment of his duty as an adversary.

So, despite his instincts, the weak man was a formidable opponent who could threaten his life, the target of the fierce battle he had been pursuing.

But because of his weak body and low strength, Olaf, who could not judge whether his intuition was accurate or not, chose to wait and see very calmly in order not to let the "glory" be tarnished.

It is just a provocative way to stimulate the opponent's "courage" (to attack yourself) so that you can throw the tomahawk at the opponent's forehead without any scruples.

"I've often heard that from the mouths of those bitches standing on the street," Wei twisted his neck, and before the others could react, he bent his knees slightly, leaped forward, and shouted, "Come on, fool, let Wei's mother see if the thing under your belt is half as long as your beard!"

"Drink—"

Flying in the air, Wei single-arm reared, and all the "qi" surging in his body was compressed into the gauntlet, making its exposed red light more and more intense, as if a small sun had risen.

"Strong punching", the most unskilled move in Wei's boxing technique.

With the indomitable momentum and incomparably high fighting spirit, when both of them reach their peak, its power - the gods and ghosts!

However, although this move is powerful, the effect may not be very good, because if the enemy has enough combat awareness, he can completely avoid this extremely powerful punch, and even seize the opportunity to counterattack.

After all, Wei is not Li Qing, there is no kind of fist that can block the space, imprison the enemy, and force him to resist the attack with a single move, just peeking at the threshold, and it is still far from reaching the relevant realm.

However, to the surprise of Wei, who was ready to chase the dodge with the "flash" at any time, Olaf did not choose to dodge, but instead raised the two axes with a bloodthirsty smile as the fist armor was about to die, as if to welcome the martyr of the "Flame of the Pure World".

"The beard didn't grow in vain!"

Wei Dada, who swooped down and swung out a heavy fist, laughed and praised, and his right fist, which had reached the peak of energy accumulation, slammed into the node where the two axes intertwined.

There are many famous martial artists in the Valoran Continent, and everyone has their own style.

If Li Qing is changed to Wei's position, he will never have a hard confrontation with Olaf, but will first turn his fist into a palm and pass through the staggered double axes used for protection along the gap, and then turn his palm into a fist, hitting the opponent's heart, and instantly detonating the energy accumulated in the fist in his body with an inch of strength, achieving maximum damage.

However, Wei will not do this, firstly, her skills are not up to the level of Li Qing's weightlifting, and secondly, her personality also makes her fists lack agility and subtlety, only fierce and domineering.

When he used his consciousness energy when he was studying with Li Qing, the boxing master also pointed out the piece of jade in his eyes.

Unfortunately, no matter how much she tried and corrected it, Miss Wei didn't shy away from the exquisite boxing techniques that used the least amount of effort to achieve maximum damage.

"chirp!"

This is Wei's evaluation of Li Qing's boxing skills, even though she has been defeated by him countless times when the two of them practice, she still has no idea of absorbing relevant experience to improve her boxing style.

Those who can become "everyone" have a somewhat paranoid side.

Wei is very paranoid about her boxing style, she knows that Li Qing's teaching is right, but she has never listened to the idea, because what she has been pursuing is this hearty feeling of the reckless past.

The moment she swung her fist, she forgot about victory or defeat or even life and death, and the only thing she cared about was to get catharsis and pleasure when she hit her opponent, and she played smoothly and coolly!

"If violence is not about killing, it will be meaningless. ”

This was Li Qing's last persuasion before Wei left, and he never gave up the idea of polishing this piece of jade.

"If it's not for coolness, then why is a woman looking for a man?"

Replying disdainfully, Miss Wei left the temple that Li Qingqian cultivated with a big grin, and her rude words choked this kind boxer and crushed several strings of prayer beads when he went back to meditate.

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