Mo Ran lowered his head slightly, looking coldly at the giant mecha in front of him, he twisted his neck and wrists, and took a step forward.

"Angola, Warrior of God, three-star D-class. Whoever you are, hurry up and change into your mech, the one-hit knockdown contest will be boring to me. Angola said lightly.

Mo Ran took a deep breath, bent down slightly, left hand back, and put on a forward forward posture, and then, slammed into action, and rushed out!

Angora froze, fast, not as fast as a human, but still within the range of visual capture.

Rumble! Mo Ran collided with the Celestial Warrior, but the Celestial Warrior was also very fast, raising his arms in advance, and Muran crashed directly into the Celestial Warrior's arm.

This momentum didn't have much effect on the Divine Warrior at all, but he stepped back slightly, and with a backhand push, he pushed Mo Ran out.

Angola was stunned, what are you doing, is it interesting to make a small fight? Humans vs. three-star mechas? Even Lei Zhentian can't win.

&nb=.; After Mo Ran landed, he rolled over, stood firm again, and secretly contrasted in his heart: "Sure enough, the difference is nearly double the strength, and it is still blocked by the light, but the mecha shell of the Heavenly Warrior does not seem to be as hard as imagined." ”

At this moment, Angola looked at his arm in shock, and two dented handprints actually appeared on it, how could this be?

Although the Divine Warrior is not a mecha known for its defense and fortification, its shell strength has also reached the level of cosmic hardness level 1, which can be destroyed by humans? Just kidding.

"Looks like you've hidden some very special weapons." Angola said coldly, obviously he felt that it was a shame to be on the ink burning "Dao", "Then I won't spare my hand, and I will solve you in 10 seconds!" ”

"Hehe," Mo Ran suddenly laughed, but his voice was so cold that even he was startled, but the rage of the berserker was still burning, and this inexplicable anger couldn't be stopped artificially, "There was once an idiot who said that it would take 10 seconds to solve me, but in the end, I was dismantled." ”

"Trust me, I'm going to abuse you so much that you can't even recognize your mother, and if you don't use your super mecha quickly, you won't even need 10 seconds."

As he spoke, the Divine Warrior was already at great speed, the turbine on his back slowly rotated, emitting a faint blue light, and the magnetic energy furnace burst out with powerful power, allowing the Divine Warrior to accelerate to more than 1/8 of Mach in an instant, and Mach 1 is 1 times the speed of sound, 340 m/s. Mach 1/8 at a speed of more than 150 km/h.

With the same mass, the faster the speed, the greater the energy carried by the object, which is an arithmetic problem that elementary school students understand.

According to the energy formula e=mc2, energy = mass * velocity squared.

The weight of a Catholic warrior is about 10 tons, and assuming that a strong ordinary person weighs 100 kilograms, the Catholic warrior carries 100 times more energy than him at the same speed. Conversely, this ordinary person would need to reach speeds of 1,500 km/h in order for his energy to rival that of a Catholic warrior.

Relying on the super power and mecha strength of the Divine Warriors, Angola directly takes a violent assault, without any rules, just to suppress you with speed and strength.

The adrenaline in the body of Mo Ran is extremely high, and the tough heart bursts out with a strong momentum, the heart rate exceeds 300 per minute, and each pacing is equivalent to an electric shock to the body.

Although the speed of the Divine Warrior is a piece of cake for the Superbrain, his body is obviously not able to keep up with the calculations of the Superbrain, and at this time, it is necessary to make an accurate estimate of this brain-body reaction delay, but this is a complete piece of cake for Mo Ran, who has more than thousands of combat experience.

Time seemed to stand still in Mo Ran's eyes, and the movements of the people and objects around him became frames of separated images.

The Pluto audience who raised their arms and shouted that they thought they were holding the victory and could kick him home as an earthling, the Coke jar that was still dripping liquid when it was thrown high, the funny appearance of Zhuo Wen covering his eyes in horror and not daring to look at it, the cute appearance of An Feifei who bowed her head slightly and frowned because she couldn't bear to look at it, and the arms of the God warrior who were raising high at the moment all became extremely slow.

The picture froze, and at that moment, Mo Ran launched violently, bouncing off the ground with unparalleled power and speed, and the Divine Warrior detected a powerful energy body rushing towards him in an instant, and the power source spun rapidly, and it actually made a two-stage acceleration by force.

There was a muffled sound in the arena, and Mo Ran passed under the armpit of the Divine Warrior, leaving two paw prints on the power source on the Divine Warrior's chest.

Angola missed, and could only watch Mo Ran flash past him.

Mo Ran fell heavily to the ground, his clothes were a little torn, and the dust was scattered, and he looked quite wolf.

The staggered picture of the two just now was so fast that Zhuo Wen didn't see anything clearly, and it wasn't until this moment that he saw the terrifying side of the gladiatorial arena: Mo Ran's shoulders were completely bulging, and his arms were sunken.

"Dislocated shoulder!" An Feifei exclaimed, dislocation at this time can be dangerous, and the severe pain will make him gradually lose his sense of fighting.

Looking at the tragic situation of Mo Ran's bones and flesh, An Feifei's heart was about to break, and she almost couldn't help crying, she thought desperately, thought desperately, but couldn't think of how to help Mo Ran.

And at this moment, she even hated her seemingly genius gene index, what is 190? It's just glamorous and gorgeous on the surface, but isn't it actually so weak that you can't even stand it? What's the use of having a high genetic index, you can't even save someone you like!

However, at this moment, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Mo Ran's face, he gently supported his injured left shoulder, and suddenly straightened the misaligned shoulder bone, the picture was so terrifying that after it was played on the big screen, even the sound of the bones gurgling could be imagined.

In addition to the physical and mental increase that Berserker's Fury brings to Mo Ran, it also reduces his pain perception, making his nervous system extremely dull all over his body. If it is a daily battle, dislocation will definitely cause a certain amount of impact on the human body, even if it is Mo Ran, first of all, the pain will cause a burden on the mind, and secondly, mobility will also be affected.

But under the effect of Berserker's Fury, let alone dislocation, even if he really broke his hand, it would not affect his fighting spirit and combat power.

Mo Ran was a little annoyed, he originally wanted to directly destroy the power source of the Divine Warrior, but the other party was able to activate the second-level acceleration, which made his current speed and reaction a little stretched, and he only had time to avoid the opponent's fist, but he was still hit by the mecha's body.

Even so, Mo Ran was still knocked out of his shoulder, which is enough to imagine the toughness of the Divine Warrior's body, and how terrifying the relative speed of the two sides when they collided.