Description: Today my friend got married, yesterday afternoon he drove me to his house, his house has no Internet, I can't even find a computer to ask for leave, I am about to cry.

I'm sorry brothers, I'll make up for two shifts today, and I'll make up for it later.

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No. 3 tyrant strode over, and when Zhang Mo checked the illustrated book, he had already rushed in front of him, and No. 3's fist, which was bigger than a basketball, smashed down on Zhang Mo's head, and the sharp fist wind was like a knife cut.

Bang!

The fist bombarded the ground where Zhang Mo was before, the muscle lines of this arm were slender, and it could even be described as art, but the power caused was also huge, No. 3's fist directly smashed the whole place to collapse, the weird thing is that there was hardly too much sound, a circle of vibration ripples spread to the surroundings, and the ground collapsed outward in a circle, and a huge pit of tens of meters large had been formed around when No. 3 stopped.

This blow made Zhang Mo know a lot about the power of No. 3, and his face was slightly solemn. His arm was raised, and the black and red bloodshot quickly formed a heavy hammer form, and he had already felt the strength of the No. 3 tyrant's skin with the blade form before, and the blade was of little significance, so he chose to use the hammer form to hit the hard.

No. 3 Tyrant is a level 9 five-star biochemical weapon, although the strength of the injury has decreased, but its physique remains the same, and it is still at the level 9 five-star level, much stronger than the sturgeon monster, Zhang Mo's current strength level is between level 9 three-star ~ four-star.

I believe that if it is now in its heyday, then it is Zhang Mo who should run.

While Zhang Mo was concentrating, Tyrant No. 3 also stood up from the pit in his original half-squatting form, with no pupils and no focus in his silver-white eyes. just stared at Zhang Mo indifferently.

Suddenly, it soared into the air, without making a sound, and kicked directly at Zhang Mo with its bare thighs.

Zhang Mo snorted coldly, and the heavy hammer fist met it fiercely, bursting out with terrifying power!

His basic strength is 220, plus the 50% strength of the hammer form increase is 330, and the strength of No. 3 after being injured is also above 300, the strength of the two is about the same, and the impact of the explosion is extremely powerful!

Rumble~~!

A violent sonic boom exploded wildly, and the two were pushed away the moment they collided. This time, though, neither of them exited far. Zhang Mo and No. 3 Tyrant both fell back more than ten meters, their legs sinking deep into the ground beneath them, and cracks spread on the ground.

"Kill...!"

Tyrant No. 3 spat out human words again and pulled his body out of the ground.

Zhang Mo narrowed his eyes. It's not because No. 3 speaks. The first No. 7 biochemical weapon he had ever seen had spoken to people. He doesn't feel strange anymore, but he can see that whether it's 7 or 3 in front of him. They all have simple intelligence, and they don't have wisdom.

"Come on!" Zhang Mo snorted coldly, rushed up from the ground, turned his wings out of his back and dived directly towards No. 3, the huge demon wings seemed to be able to cut through the air, he swung his heavy hammer fist and smashed it hard.

"Roar!"

Tyrant No. 3's silver eyes immediately spread bloodshots, and his fist met him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In a short period of time, Zhang Mo and No. 3 collided almost hundreds of times, each time it was a violent impact.

After the collision, Zhang Mo rushed up again, fighting with it, No. 3's physique was extremely strong, and Zhang Mo could hardly cause too much damage to it in the fight; No. 3 was able to stop him from time to time, but No. 3's strength was not enough, and Zhang Mo's powerful regeneration ability also made him unscathed.

No. 3 has a strong physique, and Zhang Mo has a strong regeneration.

Each has its own advantages, and almost no one can suppress the other in the case of a head-to-head confrontation between the two.

Finally, Zhang Mo changed the way he fought.

Sou!

Two strands of black and red blood shot out from Zhang Mo's arms, and at some point he had turned into tendrils, and the black and red tendrils shot out and wrapped around Tyrant No. 3, and the large tendrils were wrapped and pierced deep into the ground, trapping No. 3.

"Roar!"

Number 3 roared angrily, and as it strained, the tendrils broke one by one, and it couldn't trap it at all.

But taking advantage of this extremely short period of time, Zhang Mo's heavy hammer fist slammed into No. 3's skull.

"You... Die! Roar...! ”

Hit the head, No. 3 screamed in pain, and his arms hugged Zhang Mo in front of him. Under the full burst of No. 3, with Zhang Mo's physical strength, he couldn't help but be held and deformed, Zhang Mo endured severe pain, and smashed another punch on No. 3's skull, broke away from No. 3 and turned over and retreated.

Zhang Mo was half-squatting on the ground, the misplaced flesh and bones were growing, but this sharp pain was unavoidable.

After a few breaths, he snorted, and stood up straight to look at Tyrant No. 3.

Thundered.

Tyrant No. 3 broke free of its tendrils and smashed the ground into a collapse, it looked very embarrassed at the moment, even with the amazing strength of its body, its head still cracked under Zhang Mo's full attack in the form of a heavy hammer, and the skull was smashed flattened, and blue blood flowed down the bald head.

"Roar!"

No. 3 strode up again, but was thrown out by Zhang Mo, crashing into the building in front of him, and No. 3 got up again in the dust.

Seeing that No. 3 was no longer his opponent, Zhang Mo did not show any joy, but his expression became more solemn.

"Get your cards out! I know, you have. He said coldly, not knowing whether he was saying it to Tyrant No. 3 or talking to himself.

The collapsed building was dusty, and after waiting for a while, heavy footsteps stepped on the ground, and the tall figure of No. 3 slowly walked out of the smoke and dust, and the moment it walked out, Zhang Mo suddenly became alert, and at some point, No. 3's silver-white eyes almost turned blood-colored.

Its eyes were bloodshot.

Blood-colored eyes stared at Zhang Mo indifferently.

Click, click...

No. 3 suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, and then Zhang Mo found that its original marble carving-like skin actually began to crack, and as the skin cracked, No. 3's body actually became huge as if it was expanding.

The skin cracked, the flesh swelled, and the blue blood dripped.

When all the original snow-white skin is peeled off, where is the No. 3 artwork carved out of marble? It has become a giant that is ten meters tall and covered in blood-colored explosive muscles, and its forelimbs are thick, more like a raging bloodthirsty gorilla!

"Roar~~!"

The terrifying roar shocked the heavens and the earth, and it erupted with the terrifying power of the 9th level peak!

Sharp fangs burst out at the corners of its mouth, and Number Three's eyes were bloodshot with a terrifying aura of brutality and killing.

No wonder!

Zhang Mo suddenly realized, no wonder the blade form couldn't occupy No. 3 after cutting through the skin, it turned out that there was such a more terrifying power hidden in its body.

And he used the illustrated book again, and the illustrated book also took a new turn.

【Illustrated】

Name: Tyrant (Wounded)

Grade: 9

Quality: ★★★★★

Weaknesses: Not yet discovered

Race:?

Status: Mutated

Health: 3500

Strength: 400 (Actual: 300)

Movement Ability: 350 (Actual: 240)

Special Ability: [Madness]: When the tyrant is extremely angry or his life is threatened, he will transform into a real tyrant form, increasing all his attributes by 50%. (To be continued......)