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Chapter 22 Massacre
Zhang Sangou saw that it was useless to shoot, but Zhou Peng was still approaching step by step, and he panicked.

He saw a punch hit his head.

Zhang Sangou quickly raised the shotgun in his hand to block, and retreated immediately.

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

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

He had just taken half a step back when Zhou Peng punched him directly.

This time Zhang Sangou has no shotgun to resist.

He could only be forced to raise his arms.

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

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

Ah!
Zhang Sangou screamed piercingly.

His arm was bleeding profusely in an instant, the white bones were cut off directly, and the muscles were turned outwards, which was both disgusting and enjoyable.

Although it's just one fight room.

But at this moment, Zhang Sangou has fully known Zhou Peng's true strength!
This old hunter who dominated the wilderness was not a coward who peed his pants in an instant.

After he learned that he was defeated, even though the pain in his arm made it almost difficult for him to think.

But he still knows.

escape!
run away now!
Under the limit of life and death, Zhang Sangou possessed his legs like a hare, frantically wanting to go back the same way and run to the main road.

Because as long as I ran to the main road, I met other hunters.

Zhou Peng will definitely not dare to do anything to him again.

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

He is simply unimaginable and unthinkable.

Why did the slave following him suddenly have such a powerful combat power now?
Zhou Peng...what the hell did he go through.

Just three days, just three days.

Why is his speed and strength so ridiculous that he has no ability to react and parry.

The fear in Zhang Sangou's heart was unprecedented.

He wants to escape as fast as possible.

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

Zhou Peng, a first-level genetic warrior, was so fast that he immediately blocked Zhang Sangou's body as soon as he kicked his feet.

Then he swept his legs, causing Zhang Sangou to fall on all fours.

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

Zhou Peng stepped on his right leg suddenly.

Even though he didn't have any weapons on his feet, Zhang Sangou's muscles and bones were directly broken by the strength of a first-level genetic soldier.

Ah ~!

Zhang Sangou still let out a piercing howl of pain.

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

With a pinch of the neck, Zhang San's barking stopped abruptly.

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

Zhou Peng said angrily, and he swung his steel glove again, hitting his right shoulder directly.

The sharp blade penetrated Zhang Sangou's muscles and bones, and the glove directly smashed the severed muscles and bones!
With a good shoulder, this punch is like hitting a block of tofu.

Blood and bones splashed, and the scene was horrible.

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

Huge pain and suffocation came at the same time.

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

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

Zhang Sangou panted heavily.

At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts of running away, 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 down at him: "Wrong? You are so fucking wrong!"

"I was five years old with you, and I did the hardest and most tiring work since I was a child, but you never showed me any mercy, and you beat or scolded me."

"Bones in my body were broken again and again, and ribs were broken one after another! Even when the injury was the worst, you still made me carry hundreds of kilograms of weight."

"You haven't given me any respect, let alone that."

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

"Uncle Lu worked diligently all his life. He was our neighbor. He trusted you very much, but you killed him from behind just for a leopard."

"Uncle Lu has the old and the young, and his daughter is still in high school. You directly destroyed his family."

"Zhang Sangou, you are fucking worse than a beast!"

"A person like you can't be too much to be cut alive ten thousand times!"

Zhou Peng cursed, his heart burning with anger.

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

Zhou Peng stepped on the sole of his foot suddenly, and only heard a clicking sound.

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

Zhang Sangou, who could still struggle and twist his lower body, went limp after his sternum was broken, and he didn't respond at all.

But Zhou Peng knew he was not dead.

After drinking a bottle of gene potion, how could he die so easily as a half-level fighter?
Although Zhou Peng really wanted to know what would happen to the quasi-level [-] genetic warrior after he died.

but.

Zhou Peng felt that killing him directly would be too cheap for him.

Zhang Sangou is going to die.

And the death is very miserable.

Death is painful.

Otherwise, I would be too sorry for the evil things he did.

"Please, please..."

There was still a faint begging sound in Zhang Sangou's throat.

Hearing his begging for mercy, Zhou Peng not only didn't feel any softness, but felt extremely noisy.

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

Swish.

Zhou Peng swung his dagger.

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

There was still a faint begging for mercy, but now it can only become a humming sound.

Zhou Peng stepped on his other leg again, crushing his flesh and bones again.

Zhang Sangou, who had been struggling to stay awake, finally took a look and passed out.

After some output.

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

Just when he just breathed a sigh of relief.

suddenly.

A rustling sound came from 20 meters away.

It sounded like something had touched the weeds... It wasn't the sound of the wind.

(End of this chapter)