The swordsman stood still, but his own people fought hard, and this abnormal scene made Sengoku's face change.

He immediately thought about it and asked what was going on.

But he also had a Barrett in front of him.

Such an interesting thing, how could Barrett let Sengoku stop it.

He immediately hit the Warring States with a hammer.

If Sengoku insisted on leaving, he wouldn't feel good at this moment.

You must know that when a master fights, the difference between victory and defeat is often the fraction.

Sometimes just one more punch than being punched by an opponent is enough to make the difference between victory and defeat.

Warring States gritted his teeth, and his figure suddenly stopped.

As he fended off Barrett's attack, he shouted:

"Randall, calm down, what the hell is going on?"

Although he didn't have much contact with Randall, he also knew and learned some of Randall's personality through Zefa.

In general, it is a very safe person who will not take the initiative to cause trouble (?) ).

But the overlord color exploded just now, letting Sengoku know that Randall's mood at this time may have been stimulated in some way.

So it's not necessarily anyone's responsibility for the whole thing.

Lieutenant General Ziegler, that kind of oil head, the Warring States can't say whether they like it or not, they just don't hate it.

Moreover, Randall has a relationship with Zefa, and the Warring States itself is more biased towards Randall.

So he wanted Randall not to be impulsive first, and then he would preside over it.

But Randall was already on top by this point.

If Ziegler just did something to him, he could barely ignore it first, and then settle the account after this mission was completed.

But the problem is that Ziegler is too jumpy, jumping repeatedly in the minefield.

This ignited Randall's anger completely.

So Randall ignored the cries of the Warring States and went straight in the direction of Ziegler.

At this time, Ziegler had just crawled out of that hole.

"Ahem, ahem—"

He coughed heavily, and sporadic blood flew out of his mouth.

"No, it's impossible, I was just careless! Just careless!

You despicable villain! They attacked me!"

Ziegler scrambled to get up from the ground, and then shouted:

"You can't scare me! I'm going to tear you apart!"

Then he took the initiative to meet Randall.

"Black Martial Fist!"

In fact, it is armed with a color wrapped around the fist to attack the enemy.

With such an attack, Randall didn't even bother to dodge.

With a muffled thud, Ziegler's fist struck Randall in the lower abdomen.

However, the powerful fist that could make a hole in the steel couldn't even make Randall's body stagnate for a few minutes.

It was as if the fist was papier-mâché, and Randall didn't react at all.

He even stiffened Ziegler and walked several meters forward.

Ziegler was stupid.

It was pushed backwards for several meters.

He used all his strength to punch that punch, how could it be useless?

No, it's not right to say it's useless.

His hands hurt!

He only felt like the punch had hit extremely tough rubber.

The reaction force made his bones ache.

There was no to be beaten, but the beating was injured.

The absurd scene overloaded Ziegler's brain.

"Weak man, weak fist!"

Randall said calmly, then raised his hand and showed Ziegler what a real fist was.

He moves slowly, just to give Ziegler time to react.

Ziegler did seize the moment, and according to Randle's punch trajectory, the punch would also hit him in the lower abdomen, so he immediately used the most suitable defense for others.

"Armament Iron!"

The rich armament color condensed on the lower abdomen, forming a defensive layer that reassured Ziegler.

He suddenly felt like the safest man in the world.

But his peace of mind and complacency didn't last long before Randall's fists told him he was nothing.

At the same time as the fist hit him in the abdomen, his armed color was instantly scattered.

The piece of iron he was proud of was even more useless, like a piece of paper.

The terrifying force pierced directly through his body.

Ziegler only felt that his sanity flew away in an instant, and he also felt that his whole body was gone, and only his lower abdomen was left with the blow.

In an instant, he was left with only one feeling, and that was pain, sharp pain, heart-rending pain!

He even wondered if his internal organs had been broken, otherwise how could it be so painful.

After a few seconds, his senses gradually returned.

It is a pain that was originally concentrated in the lower abdomen, and gradually spreads to all sides.

It was more painful, but it gave him a sense of balance.

Then he found that he had just taken such a heavy blow, but he was still in the same place, and did not fly out.

When he felt it again, he realized that there was a pressure on his neck.

If he looked down, he saw a ruthless iron hand pinching his neck.

A dry whimper came from Ziegler's throat.

At this point, his brain finally regained some of his ability to think, and everything that had happened before was constantly replaying in his mind.

He punched Randle, and the other party didn't do anything at all, but his hand hurt.

Randall punched him, his armament and iron were useless, and he instantly lost the ability to resist.

Ziegler is not really a fool after all.

He has fully realized that Randall's strength is completely beyond his expectations.

It's stronger than him!

That's when he understood.

It turned out that the previous slash wave suddenly disappeared, not because it was a false appearance, nor because there was a problem with the swordsman, but because Randall's strength was too strong to really block that blow.

Thinking about this, his little madness suddenly dissipated without a trace.

The whole person seemed to be in the icy water of the cold pool in an instant, and his mind instantly cleared up.

It turned out that everything was different from what he imagined.

It turned out that Randall was not a relational of Zefa alone, it turned out that his own strength had already reached, and even exceeded the standard of a lieutenant general.

It turns out that Zefa's vision is very good.

It turned out that he had died...

At this time, he realized how wrong he was.

But it's not that he regrets making a move on Randle, it's that he regrets making such a hasty shot.

If he had known that Randall was so powerful, he would never have struck now, but would have laid an even more dangerous trap in the future.

No, maybe you don't have to kill him.

Although he was very disgusted with Randall, and after knowing Randall's strength, he was even more jealous to the point of madness, but for the sake of profit, he could bear it.

If he could get on good terms with Randall, wouldn't some of his actions in the future be much easier?

But now it's all over.

It's all over, it's irretrievable.

It's a foregone conclusion.

His eyes were like demons, and he waited fiercely for Randall.

"But, damn imp! So cunning!

You are so strong, why do you deliberately hide it?!

Did you want to hurt me from the beginning?!

Despicable, shameless!"