Seeing that the form changed so suddenly, Frankimir, who was ready to be released, instantly lost his stamina, like a deflated ball, and looked somewhat depressed.

The steel warthog still smiled, the bones of his whole body were like a drum, and he kept ringing, and his burly steel body continued to change.

Step by step, he walked slowly towards Frankimir, eyeing Frankimir, but he didn't dare to rush by, he knew that Frankimir was not easy to deal with, and the steel warthog didn't dare to mess with his tentacles until he was completely sure.

Frankimir wanted to attack with the mercury bullet of "Gustav's Heart", but he thought that he only possessed things for creatures, and had no combat power for mechs.

In the face of the steel body of the steel warthog, the mercury bullet will not be useful at all, it will only become the laughing stock of the steel warthog, not only useless but frustrating his own spirit.

"I didn't want to fight you, I just wanted you to be able to tie your hands down, but I didn't expect you to be so unenlightened. I always hurt people when I make a move, so I don't like it, and I'm always fighting with people. Said the steel warthog.

"So, you're afraid of hurting people, so you don't fight with people?" Frankie Mill asked indifferently.

"That's true, you're right." The steel warthog nodded.

"Ha, ha, ha! You might as well tell me that you're afraid of, so that's why you don't eat. Frankimir said in a mocking tone.

"What's the point of talking so fast, I'll give you another chance, lest I do it myself." The steel warthog shook his head regretfully.

"Get it and see if you have the ability." Before Frankimir could finish speaking, the sharp blade on the back of his hand was already stabbing at the steel warthog.

This time, the steel warthog did not intend to continue to let Franky Mill do whatever he wanted.

He immediately swung his arms and attacked, and with a loud sound of metal grinding, the huge iron fist of the steel warthog swooped down on Frankimir.

The Iron Fist of the Steel Warthog was so fast that Frankimir did not dare to hit it hard, so he immediately took the trick and hurriedly dodged in order to quickly avoid the Iron Fist and prevent himself from being hit by the Steel Warthog.

Although Frankimir is physically strong, he is often fine with sights or injuries. However, the iron fist of the steel warthog looked so fierce and terrible that Frankie Mill had to avoid it, for fear that if he was hit by this iron fist, he would never be able to stand up again.

The steel warthog threw fifteen punches one after another, each punch went straight to Frankimir's vital point, and thanks to Frankimir's quick action, he dodged the steel warthog, and the fifteen iron fists in succession were finally uninjured and narrowly escaped.

Seeing that he couldn't hit Franky Mill with a single punch, the steel warthog simply stopped attacking. I didn't expect this Franky Mill to really have some ability. It is not a solution to continue like this, not only can it only be done in vain, but it is also impossible to hold Frankimir at all.

"How? Isn't that going to work? It seems that you are also a silver-like pewter spearhead, and you have this pair of iron fists, but you have no strength to control it, but it's a pity! What a pity! Frank Mire said jokingly.

"Hmph, stinky boy, what else can you do besides playing tricks!" The steel warthog scolded disdainfully.

Frank Mire didn't have time to fight with the steel warthog, he just wanted to distract the steel warthog, so as to wait for the opportunity to find an opportunity to launch an effective attack, he didn't want to be like the steel warthog, he fought for so long and couldn't hit himself with a punch, but he was wasting his efforts.

Frankimir believes that although the steel warthog has a steel body that is not as good as a gun, he is only a flesh and blood human after all, and the physical strength of human beings is extremely limited, not like those mechs that rely on fuel, as long as the fuel is not exhausted, it can generate continuous power.

Harnessing this pair of huge iron fists, the steel warthog must need a lot of strength, so he can't last long in the fight, even though the lethality of his multi-ability is extremely powerful, even enough to be on par with the armed mecha, but it is difficult for him to fight for a long time, and the rapid consumption of physical strength will make the steel warthog quickly exhausted, and it is difficult to continue to control the iron fist to fight.

As it stands, perhaps this is the case, the only reason why the steel warthog has stopped attacking is because he is so tall that he is exhausted. Now is the perfect opportunity to fight back, and if he regains his strength, then he will have the upper hand for the time being.

Frankimir immediately rushed towards the steel warthog, trying to take advantage of this opportunity to defeat him. But this time, Steel Warthog obviously didn't intend to stand stupidly and be beaten passively.

Like Franky Mill, about ten steps away from the steel warthog. I saw that the two huge iron arms of the steel warthog were cracked in an instant, and the two arms became four arms, and the two hands became four hands.

Frankimir was shocked, not at all expecting that the steel warthog would still have such a hand.

Frankimir thought that the steel warthog had exhausted his strength before he stopped his continuous attacks, but he didn't expect the steel warthog to have such a backhand, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

Faced with the unexpected move of the steel warthog, Frankimir was not at all mentally prepared. It's not that he doesn't want to react, it's that the sudden change leaves him with no time to react, let alone think quietly.

Franky Mill could only watch as the four arms of the steel warthog's fission roared towards him.

The two iron arms of the steel warthog instantly grabbed Frank Mire's bolt hand, and the other two iron arms that flashed silver light flew like an electric shock, concentrating Frank Miir's abdomen at the same time.

The huge impact force made Frank Miir feel a heart-rending pain, and an unbearable stream of heat instantly spurted out of his heart, splashing on the steel warthog, silver shining metal skin.

Frankimir's blood was spilled on the spot, which made the steel warthog even more excited, he did not intend to stop, the attack became more and more fierce, the two iron arms alternated, attacking Frankimir, and the other two iron walls firmly imprisoned Frankimir, preventing him from breaking free and escaping.

If this continues, no matter how strong Frankiemir's physique is, he will inevitably be beaten to death. Such kung fu, Franky Mir, has been beaten to blood.

Medusa, who was hiding on the side, couldn't help but lose her voice when she saw this remnant, seeing that Frankimir's situation at this time was still unavoidable and irreversible.

Leo, who was hiding behind the iron gate, was already frightened, and he was almost about to pee his pants, Thor's hammer did not add any courage to him at all, but it was this tragic scene that made his soul fly out of the sky, and he was afraid that he would be next.

The form took a sharp turn, and Frank Miir was not only hung up, but also seriously injured. But Frankimir did not lose consciousness, he deserved to be a superhuman physique, and even though he was beaten by the steel warthog, his thoughts and mind did not become confused.

Frankimir knew very well that he would never have good fruit to eat in this way, and even if the steel warthog would not kill him, he would only end up with a life worse than death.

Since both horizontal and vertical are dead, Frankimir has nothing to worry about, and there is nothing to worry about and fear. Perhaps only by sacrificing one's life can one get a glimmer of life for oneself, which is the only way and the only way. (To be continued.) )