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Chapter 63 Time is up, turn off the lights!
When the boxing champion Ogda was still a punch away from the saint, the saint moved. He was like an elf dancing on the tip of a knife, rotating around the enemy, rubbing the boxing wind of the boxing champion and bowing to the right side of the boxing king. side.

Before the saint came to participate in the competition, he had practiced against Tang Ji a few times. He knew that the weakness of people equipped with a large number of prosthetic bodies lies in their reaction speed. They use mortal bodies to drive artificial things, and there is an extra path in the middle that converts biological signals into machines. language process.

In life-and-death combat, that millimeter-level delay is the saint's chance.

Ogda, who was like a rhinoceros, punched the air and slapped himself on the head angrily: "Come and play with Ogda!"

And the audience at the scene became excited after discovering that Ogda's opponent was not an ordinary person who would die at the touch of a touch this time!

A young priest with great skills against an ogre-like boxing champion is exactly what the audience wants to see!
The saint took a deep breath, Ogda's strength was stronger than he imagined, and when a giant of more than two meters rushed over, it gave him the same feeling as the last time he faced the miniature missile.

Ogda used to be all-powerful in the professional boxing ring. Although the drug-addicted brain is not very easy to use these years, those skills have been engraved in his bones.

He turned around and approached the saint again, this time he didn't rush to charge, but gradually compressed the space of the saint with small steps.

The space on the ring is limited, and Ogda's wingspan is wide enough. With this move, he can always easily win fighters who take the agile route.

The saint stretched out the scorpion tail hook from his cuff, shook off the chain on his palm, calmly rotated his wrist to accumulate potential energy, and the length of the chain gradually elongated.

Ogda didn't stop after seeing his opponent take out weird weapons. Years of victories and confidence in the prosthetic body made him ignore the opponent's tricks.

bass!
A bloodstain appeared on Ogeda's shoulder, and this became the first climax of the game. It had been a long time since no non-professional player could cause damage to Ogeda.

The blood of the innocent was once sprinkled on this boxing ring, but for the first time the blood of the perpetrator was drunk.

Ogda was irritated, he covered his head with his hands, quickened his pace, and continued to compress the space of the saints.

The saint kept accelerating the chain hook, and even made a whistle in the air. Every time the scorpion-tail hook hit Okanda's body, it would leave a deep bloodstain.

He spent all his salary from the first two missions to create a set of cold weapons. Compared with using guns, he prefers face-to-face combat. He is a holy warrior, and it is his sacred mission to let the enemy witness the death with his own eyes.

The length of the chains in Saint's hands is getting shorter and shorter, because the distance between Ogda and him is getting closer.

The opponent was like a tank ignoring the Saint's attack, and Ogda suddenly stretched out his hand and scratched a mark on his face with the scorpion-tail hook, grabbing that damned fly-like weapon!

"Come here!" Ogda yanked hard, and the saint felt as if he was being dragged by a train, and he flew towards Ogda with both feet off the ground!
One punch might be all it takes for Ogda to deal with the Saints, but only if he can.

The saint adjusted his posture in the air with his powerful waist and abdomen, let go of the chain, lifted his leg and received a punch from Ogda hard with the sole of his shoe, and flew back at a faster speed than when he came.

"Amazing picture! This is definitely the most gorgeous scene I've ever seen since commenting on a death fight match!" The host watched the saint lightly fall back onto the guardrail, and shouted excitedly: "Our priests are not here to die! He intends to refuse to pay back!"

The audience shouted frantically, their empty lives just needed such scenes to be filled.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name." The saint stood firmly on the soft railing like an acrobat, with both hands drawn from his waist and two swords raised horizontally, like a huge cross. Shadows cover Ogda.

He blocked the spotlight behind him.

The next second, the saint jumped up suddenly, and the bright light hit Oggda's eyes, making him lose his mind for an instant!
And the saint, like a falcon descending from the sky, nailed his swords firmly on Oggda's shoulders!

His target was originally the collarbone, but Ogda's arms kept holding the frame, so he couldn't find a chance.

The dagger piercing the skin is not like piercing into a mortal body, but like piercing into tanned leather, it is difficult to penetrate an inch.

"I've caught you!" Okanda closed his palms with two big palms, directly grasped the saint's waist, and lifted him up, completely ignoring the short sword stuck on the trapezius!

"It's time to end this farce!" Okanda casually lifted the saint over his head, ready to smash him to the floor. With his strength, the head working at the end of the force arm would explode like a crushed tomato!
But the saint seized the opportunity and locked his legs around Oggda's neck to resist Oggda's great strength!
Okanda tightened his palms angrily, and his fingers sank into the saint's waist like a hydraulic machine, making him unable to breathe!
The saint's face turned red, he turned his palms over, put the cross-shaped knuckles on his fingers, and punched Ogda hard in the face!
when!
The sound of metal colliding with metal came out, Ogda smiled cruelly, his skull was replaced with an alloy one year ago!
Ogda let go of one hand to break the saint's leg. The huge weight gap between the two sides, and Ogda's prosthetic body made it empty talk that the arm could not twist the thigh.

"Ah!" Saint screamed, and Oggda pulled his calf and dislocated it.

In the next second, the saint was held upside down by Ogda like a doll, head to foot.

Ogda carried the saint in a showy manner, and showed it around: "How do you think he died?"

The audience was stimulated by this series of wonderful duels, and it seemed like a roller coaster ride. Now that the dust has finally settled, they turned their thumbs upside down and shouted: "Die! Die! Die!"

But no one saw the saint's expression at this time, his gentle breathing, and calm expression. If it wasn't for the long pale blond hair drooping under the influence of gravity, you wouldn't even realize that he was being carried upside down at this time.

"It's almost time." The saint said suddenly.

"What?" Ogda subconsciously wanted to hear the prey's last words, which was his favorite part.

But this time, he has no chance.

boom!
There was an explosion, and the entire fitness square was plunged into darkness.

The crowd who were shouting frantically just now seemed to have been pressed a switch, and fell silent with the darkness.

Time is up.

Wearing a tactical suit and night vision equipment, Tang Ji fired with a silencer weapon, killed the guard at the door, and walked into the fitness square from the main entrance.

The faint flash of neutron bullets shot out of the muzzle in the dark became the only thing the guards could see along the way, and Tang Ji harvested souls along the way.

Tang Ji had already gone up to the second floor when a guard noticed someone had launched an attack.

　PS: Sorry, I came back late from overtime work, just finished it, I will post it first and I will correct the typos

　　
　
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