The bald black man reached out to push the white hair that fell on him, trying to push the troublemaker away, but just when his hand was still a little short of touching the white hair's body, a whip leg swept to his ears like a ghost. Then there was a bang, and the black man was shot by the white hair.

Baimao didn't even look at the headless corpse of the black man. He clenched his fists with both hands and let out a strange cry again. His speed was actually a point faster than before. He rushed up and fought with the instructor again.

I have some impression of this bald black man. His fist is not inferior to the golden retriever who was killed by the instructor. The lethality of each punch has reached three points. Compared to me, I have to have at least six strikes to knock out a little health value on the wall. The force of this bald black man is at least three streets above me. But even such a tough and fierce man couldn't even catch a move under the white hair, which made me gasp and re-evaluate the danger level of the dark training camp and the dark world. The danger level of the white hair in my heart has also been greatly increased.

The white hair ran around the instructor quickly, playing various fancy styles like a monkey. The body movements were incredibly fast, and each movement was incredible, completely beyond the limits of human beings.

The guy Baimao dared to openly provoke the authority of the instructor. It was indeed a two-handed man, at least not like a golden retriever who was punched by the instructor. But only looking at the battle scene, anyone knows that Baimao has no possibility of winning.

The instructor's fists were not gorgeous, but each punch could also knock the white hair back several steps.

Compared to Baimao's efforts, his fists and feet are like the wind, and all kinds of gorgeous ultimate moves are emerging one after another. The instructor who has simple and direct fists and feet seems to be at ease and his strength is even more unfathomable.

"You will soon know how powerful Lord Himemura is...ah hey, oh oh! wah oh oh oh..."

It is indeed very admirable that Baimao can burst out with such high lung capacity in battle. I ran with all my might and didn't dare to speak, for fear of being poured into my lungs by the air. That was not a very comfortable thing. But these intimidating words did not increase combat effectiveness. After only a few rounds of battle, Baimao was bombarded by the instructor again. This time, a white man was unlucky. Because he got closer, Baimao moved all his anger to the unlucky person, and shot the white man to death with one punch.

After killing another person, the momentum of the white hair increased again, and its strength seemed to increase a little.

The white hair pounced on him for the third time, and even the instructor showed a bit of solemn expression, no longer the way he took action just now.

The serious instructor became very straightforward to solve the battle. He stepped on the ground lightly and his body movement suddenly increased ten times faster. He was still the same step-by-step punch, but it was very powerful.

When the instructor became serious, Baimao didn't even have the qualifications to fight. He changed his body style seven or eight times in a row, but he was still hit by the instructor's face with a punch. Baimao, a provocative guy, smashed his facial features to pieces by the instructor. After his white hair was stained with blood, he looked very dirty.

This time he fell to me. Although he was so seriously injured, the vitality of Baimao was still tenacious and was not killed on the spot like the golden-retriever. He screamed and rushed towards me with a punch. Under the severe injury, Baimao still maintained a strong murderous intent and killed innocent murderous intent.

"This idiot! Bastard..."

I hurriedly hugged my head with both hands, and the golden shroud was like a dexterous demon snake, which automatically extended from my right wrist to my left hand, wrapping my hands around. If I adapted to the situation, I would have no time to resist his lightning-fast strike. Maybe I went to King Yama and didn't know how it was killed, but I made preparations in advance and finally saved my life.

The white-haired fist smashed my hands and arms, and the golden shroud also took the opportunity to wrap around his fist. When this guy, Baimao, appeared to provoke the instructor, I even thought that this guy had the protagonist's halo, and even if he was defeated, he would clamor for repaying him in the future. The iron-haired guy wanted to kill the instructor's family and hate him.

I just wanted to kill Loki to avenge my parents, and I didn't think about being like this guy who suspected of having the protagonist's halo, but his punch forced me to fight back.

The golden shroud, activated by my consciousness, exerted the maximum strength of the flesh-swallowing ability.

The white hair was blown by the instructor and his facial features were sparse, which was already terrible. When he encountered the golden shroud of flesh-swallowing ability, he screamed wildly, and his terrible face became even more distorted.

Of course, Baimao was unwilling to let his life end. He raised his left leg and made a fierce round kick.

If I get this, I believe that at least seventeen or eighteen bones will be broken in my body. Even if I have the ability of a golden shroud, I will not have time to repair such a serious injury. Although I never want to get this, the strength difference between me and the white hair is too big. Not only are I not qualified to resist, but I can't even avoid it.

At the critical moment of life and death, the middle-aged man who taught me seven postures suddenly took action.

The middle-aged man's body movement was as lightning as lightning, almost no less than white hair. He approached me in a daze in one step. He reached out and gently pressed his hand. The white hair turned around and kicked him in a direction. He kicked him hard on the ground, kicking a large area of ​​cement ground.

Baimao's kick was a dying counterattack, and the force was too strong. Although such a fierce leg kicked a large area of ​​the ground, the recoil force on the ground made him scream miserably again. His thigh was soft and twisted into several strange angles. He had broken the whole leg into so many pieces, and he could no longer stand and fell to the ground in a mess.

At the critical moment of life and death, I almost squeezed out all my potential, and the Golden Shroud's flesh-swallowing supernatural power was also extremely powerful. White Hair screamed and the skin on his body was withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although White Hair still wanted to take action, under the Golden Shroud's flesh-swallowing supernatural power, he had no chance to fight back. After only struggling for more than ten seconds, his body became soft and completely lost his life.

I suddenly felt a violent shock in the golden shroud. In addition to a large amount of warm currents pouring into my body, there was another strange thing that was forcibly pulled out of the white-haired body by the golden shroud. I didn't know if this thing was dangerous, so I quickly spread a sense and asked the golden shroud to intercept it.

After the middle-aged man took action, he did not take any extra action. He glanced at me coldly and retreated back to his wall without saying a word.

The instructor also expressed no intention to the sudden battle. He just took a deep look at the middle-aged man and pushed the food truck and left, as if nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!