The physical strength is extremely strong, and then it is transformed into strong strength and speed, which is the strong root. With a sneer, kick hard, kick until dawn, so that the latter keeps vomiting blood. "I told you, I want to show you what cruelty is! From today onwards, you are my pig! You are the most delicious food I have! "Don was in great pain, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth on the ground." I'll kill you!! The red eyes, with hissing words, entered the strong ears, making its expression even more ferocious.

"Kill me?! Are you trying to kill yourself? Yes? "He went crazy and kicked the don hard with his foot." You're just a dog, a world flame, a noble dog! "Do you want to kill me? You're dreaming! After kicking more than a dozen times, he suddenly saw Tang's blue and purple face, and was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing. I see, you want to provoke me and make me kill you, hahaha" "No, you're the best food I've ever had, the best thing I've ever collected"

"I'll let you live, give me more strength, more power!"

Then "stomped away, casting a shadow over the dawn." "Cordwood, heal him, put him in a cage" "I don't want him to die like this" As the voice grew louder, Dawn lay limply on the floor, staring at the empty ceiling, biting her lip. The fruit of the flesh, the man named Siqiang, actually eats the fruit of the flesh of the flesh! This never-before-seen ability, like some kind of martial art, can absorb the inner strength of others and integrate it into oneself.

In this case, there is a battle, only the weaker the combat power, on the contrary, the stronger the combat power, the more complete the country. "How?" Don's heart raced as he looked at the ceiling. He tried desperately, but for a moment, the answer to the question was hard to find. His physical strength was exhausted, but his spirit had never been more sober. After a long time, a ruined castle, a figure slowly walked over.

"Will the Hantan Army come again?" A deep voice came from Don's head. He looked at the men and winced. The person who came at this moment turned out to be a Hantan military uniform, and the rank on his shoulder was brigadier general! To Dawn's surprise, he was already out of the cage. "Ke Demu, take good care of him" in the cage, the general shouted. Yes, Strong didn't want him to die. He's going to come in handy here."

Kedwood looked down at the dawn, and the young man opposite him made his heart pound, and his eyes were slightly dignified. "You're so young, why are you here?" He whispered, his right hand resting on Don's body.

“ buzz! ” An unseen wave passed through Don's body, leaving his eyes wide. He felt the inside of his body, a level, being broken in this moment, the original body being hollowed out, and power pouring out of this deliberate outburst. "I can move!" With a shock all over his body, Dawn shook his right hand, and his pupils became fierce again. And the killings, all from him. But the rope used to heal him was the one that held his wrist. "Hold on, kid".

Now is not the time," Don whispered stunned. The thought of getting out of bed is gone. "I just gave you the energy to move normally, but you're still a long way from fighting," Don said in a weak voice. Then he got up and left. But as he walked forward, Cordwood stopped.

Don was behind him, grabbing his ankles in a low, serious voice. "Help me, Hantan Army!" He called another Marine instead of Kodemu, which made Kodemu's body tremble immediately. "Sit down, kid" "It's my job to make sure you don't die" Dawn let go of her wrist. But he didn't say anything, and the next thing he knew was that the guards in black uniforms had roughly pushed him into the cage, just like the officers and generals before him. To Don's surprise, the men weren't handcuffed or tied up.

They are free in cages. It's only after trying to move his body that Dawn realizes that his strength is so low that it's not strong enough to fight. He sat cross-legged without saying a word. Only now does Dawn understand that the dead colonel died not because his life was exhausted, but because his strength was exhausted. The sound of battle outside ... Getting smaller and smaller... Dawn doesn't know about the rising Hantan army and civilians... Whether it was suppressed or not.

But on the surface he is calm, but inside he is getting hotter and hotter. "Do something!"

"Do something, do something!" The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and Dawn slowly clenched her fists. A defeat is nothing, just like the officers of the Hantan Army here, although they are calm on the surface, they never give up hope of survival. They are just waiting, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the day, rushing out of the cage and fighting for a bright future. The two days passed quickly, and the guards brought them food every day, but the food and calories were limited, and they could barely keep it simple. Dawn knew Strong was manipulating them. As long as he doesn't have enough food, he doesn't have enough energy, he doesn't pose a threat to him.

Every night, the other party would come here and turn around, sucking off their remaining stamina, leaving them drowsy and exhausted. Food, pork, that's it, the other side nourishes itself with them as a tonic and medicine.

"What a bastard!" Dorn gritted his teeth and thought about how to defeat his opponent. Instead of pinning his hopes on unknown rescues, he pinned his hopes for victory on himself. The ability of the fruit is very strong, it is strange, the fruits on the body, which have never been seen before, can be at the moment of contact, they will absorb the power of other people's bodies, which is surprising. If you don't have the strength to fight, I'm afraid you don't even have the strength to punch. On the third day, Dawn suddenly opened his eyes. He looked left and right in the cage, the weak officer, his lips moving. "Dear colleagues, I need your help!" These days, they don't communicate, and the 9th arrondissement is extremely quiet, surprisingly quiet.

It seems that everyone is waiting for something. At this moment, the general's ears finally heard the voice.

It's a way of talking. There is no sound in the air, but you can hear it. "I'm going out to beat Strong, but I need your help, if I do, nod my head" Don's lips moved again. His eyes watched carefully on the movements of all the officers, and after a few breaths, all the officers present nodded their heads one by one.

Dawn exhaled, and her eyes brightened. In this case, he can't go out alone at all, let alone fight with Jamps, only with the strength of these people can he have a chance. His speed, his strength, were all ahead of him. In previous battles, his attacks rarely hit the target directly, even when he drew his sword.

"I need food to regain my strength!" The first sentence surprised the officers, but soon they rolled their eyes and nodded again under Don's gaze. Secondly, I need Kettle Wood Don's voice to echo in the ears of the generals. "I'll call him over, Colonel," came a voice in Don's ear, and he could tell at a glance that it was Major General Putt who was speaking.

"Alright! I'll do it again in three days! Dunne nodded heavily. This battle, by this time, is no longer a one-man battle, and Dawn will unite everyone present to try to create a miracle. Faced with Don's plea for help, the generals agreed almost without hesitation. After seeing Tang Gen's abilities, they knew very well that if there was anyone here who could defeat Tang, it would be Tang! He would be freed from his bondage, and he would smash his disgusting, angry face to pieces. The plan was quietly going on in Dwayne's brain, and all he could think of was a way to deal with the stronger and weaker the enemy. But the premise of all this plan is that you must first recover your physical strength.

From this moment on, dawn entered a period of silence. That afternoon, the guards came and threw food into each cage. The officers silently put the food in their mouths. In the monitoring room, the guards who monitored them did not notice anything unusual, but there were no signs of trouble either. Food piled up under Dawn's armpits, between her neck and the cold pool. The generals, with what little strength they had, gave him food in a strange way.