Zhang Sangou saw that it was useless to shoot, but Zhou Peng was still approaching step by step, and the whole person was greatly panicked.

I saw a punch hit him in the head.

Zhang Sangou hurriedly raised the shotgun in his hand to block, and retreated as soon as possible.

Click!

Zhou Peng's steel fist hit the shotgun, and the shotgun immediately broke from it.

Zhang Sangou wanted to retreat and retreat, but he was only a quasi-first-level gene, so in terms of body speed and strength, what could he compare with Zhou Peng!?

His footsteps had just taken half a step back, and Zhou Peng swung another punch directly.

This time, Zhang Sangou no longer had a shotgun to resist.

He was forced to raise his arm.

But how can the body resist the titanium alloy No. 2 gloves!?

The sharp blade on the fist glove instantly penetrated the muscles and bones of Zhang Sangou's arm, and continued to swing along the force of the fist, and the sharp blade directly cut through the muscles on Zhang Sangou's arm.

Yes!

Zhang Sangou let out a piercing scream.

His arm was bleeding in an instant, Senbai's bones were directly cut off, and his muscles turned outward, which was disgusting and enjoyable.

It's just a hand-to-hand room, though.

But at this moment, Zhang Sangou also fully knew Zhou Peng's true strength!

This old hunter in the wasteland is not a coward who pees his pants in an instant.

He learns that he is defeated, even though the pain in his arm makes it almost difficult for him to think.

But he still knew.

Escape!

Run now!

At the limit of life and death, Zhang Sangou's legs were like a hare, and he frantically wanted to return the same way and run on the road.

Because as soon as you run to the main road, you meet other hunters.

Zhou Peng was bound to dare not do anything to him again.

Zhang Sangou's eyes were frightened, his expression was ugly, and his expression was shocked.

He simply couldn't imagine and couldn't think of it.

Why did this slave who followed him suddenly have such a strong fighting power now?

Zhou Peng...... What the hell did he go through?

Just three days, just three days.

Why is his speed and strength so outrageous, so big that he doesn't have any ability to react and parry.

The fear in Zhang Sangou's heart was unprecedented.

He wanted to run away as fast as he could.

But since Zhou Peng has already made a move, how can he be allowed to escape?

Zhou Peng, a first-level genetic warrior, was so fast, he instantly blocked in front of Zhang Sangou with a kick.

Then a sweeping leg directly made Zhang Sangou fall on all fours.

"Zhang Sangou, where are you going to escape, what are you going to escape!?"

Zhou Peng slammed on his right leg.

Although he didn't have any weapons on his feet, just with the strength of a first-level genetic warrior, he directly trampled Zhang Sangou's muscles and bones directly.

Yes~!

Zhang Sangou still let out a piercing and painful howl from his mouth.

Zhou Peng was afraid that his cry would attract the attention of the other hunters, so he immediately grabbed his neck with his left hand.

With a pinch of his neck, Zhang Sangou's barking stopped abruptly.

"Zhang Sangou, you are such a scumbag, you don't even have the right to bark!"

Zhou Peng said angrily, and he swung his steel fist again, smashing directly on his right shoulder.

The sharp blade penetrated Zhang Sangou's muscles and bones, and the fist gloves directly smashed the severed muscles and bones!

Good shoulder, this punch is like hitting a tofu block.

Blood and bone splattered, and the scene was horrible.

Zhang Sangou wanted to howl, but his throat was choked, and he couldn't even scream in pain.

A huge pain and a feeling of suffocation came at the same time.

Zhang Sangou's face was purple and blue, and tears mixed with blood flowed down his eyes.

Seeing that he was about to strangle Zhang Sangou to death, Zhou Peng let go of his left hand.

Zhang Sangou gasped for breath.

At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts of escaping, he instinctively begged for mercy and repented.

"Don't, don't kill me, don't kill me......"

"Please, please......"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me......"

"I was wrong, I was wrong......"

Zhang Sangou muttered inarticulately.

Zhou Peng stepped on his chest and looked at him condescendingly: "Wrong? You couldn't be more wrong! ”

"I followed you when I was five years old, and I did the hardest and most tiring work since I was a child, but you have never had any pity for me, and you have beaten and scolded me."

"The bones in my body broke again and again, and the ribs broke one after another! Even when I was at the most seriously injured, you still made me carry hundreds of pounds of heavy loads. ”

"You haven't given me the slightest bit of respect, that's not to say."

"The point is that you're fucking twisted!"

"Uncle Lu has been diligent all his life, and he is our neighbor. He trusts you immensely, and you killed him directly from behind for the sake of a leopard. ”

"Uncle Lu is old and young, and his daughter is still in high school, and you directly ruined someone's family."

"Zhang Sangou, you're really not as a beast!"

"People like you, it's not too much to fucking chop 10,000 times!"

Zhou Peng scolded, his heart burning with anger.

The memories and hatred of the original owner almost completely occupied Zhou Peng's brain.

Zhou Peng's soles of his feet slammed on, only to hear the clicking sound.

Zhou Peng directly crushed Zhang Sangou's sternum with one kick.

Zhang Sangou, who could still struggle and twist his lower body, directly weakened his limbs after his sternum was broken, and he had no reaction.

But Zhou Peng knew he wasn't dead.

After drinking a bottle of genetic potion, how could he, as a half-level warrior, die so easily?

Although Zhou Peng wanted to know what the quasi-first-level gene warrior would explode after death.

But.

Zhou Peng felt that it was too cheap to kill him directly.

Zhang Sangou is going to die.

And it's going to be a very miserable death.

The pain of death is not alive.

Otherwise, I'm so sorry for the evil things he did.

"Please, please......"

Zhang Sangou's throat still made a faint sound of begging for mercy.

Listening to his begging for mercy, Zhou Peng not only did not have any soft-heartedness, but only felt extremely noisy.

Zhou Peng took out the titanium alloy No. 3 folding dagger pinned to his waist again.

Swish.

Zhou Peng wielded a dagger.

The sharp blade cut through the skin and cut off his tongue as well.

There was originally a faint cry for mercy, but now it can only become a sound of.

Zhou Peng stepped on his other leg again, stomping his flesh and bones to shreds again.

Zhang Sangou, who had barely kept his senses, finally fainted with a look.

After some output.

The anger in Zhou Peng's heart was almost vented.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly.

A rustling sound came from twenty meters away.

It's like a creature touching a weed...... It's not a rumor.