From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 132 The Sanctioned Beast!

"He is the strongest creature from Africa, a killing machine from the Dark Continent, and a brutal warrior who seeks only profit."

"His name appears in many legends."

"This legendary mercenary is about to kill all sides in the boxing match."

"Height 199 cm, weight 122 kg, no boxing record."

"Representing Iwami Heavy Industries, Mutbajizenga, who is known as the massacre!"

After Sheath Fragrance's passionate announcement fell,
Wearing camouflage briefs and covered with tattoos all over his body, the big black man lifted off the pile of women on his body, and walked out of the passage with his mouth open.

That's right, it's in the channel.

During the waiting time at halftime, the mercenary didn't forget to shoot a few shots in the tunnel, and he didn't know if his legs would be weak after playing.

"Muteba, don't let my money go to waste."

The president of Iwami Heavy Industries "Togo Tomari" asked the secretary to send the crowd away, and looked at the legendary mercenary through square-rimmed glasses.

"Don't worry, Boss, with your thoughtful service, I just want to let go, and I can't bear it!"

Mubat licked his lower lip, showing his big white teeth.

To be honest, the employer really has nothing to say this time.

He has fought dozens of beauties since he boarded the ship.

And the cost is all covered by the boss.

It's worth it!

"Ok?"

"Have you seen this fighter before?"

Seeing the mercenaries entering the arena on TV, Leng Kong, who was eating crazily, suddenly paused.

"What's the matter, Mr. Leng, does the taste not suit your taste?"

Asked Zhu Mei, who rested her face on the table and slowly sipped her drink.

"No, I'll go out and have a look."

Leng Kong took the plate and walked to the balcony of the restaurant, looking through the railing towards the lower arena.

You can't see the attribute panel on the TV, you have to see it with your own eyes.

Muteba: A legend who can become the king of mercenaries even though he is blind.

Title: King of Mercenaries!
Martial arts: battlefield killing technique!

Physical characteristic 1: Vigorous and vigorous!
Fighting all night long, the legs will not be soft the next day.

Physical Trait 2: Extraordinary physical sense (except vision)

Hearing: Use echoes to detect terrain, and predict your opponent's movements and behaviors based on their voices and wind.

Sense of smell: Judging the number of opponents, physical condition and equipment from the smell they smell.

Tactile: Complement the information collected by hearing by touching the terrain and materials.

Taste: "He is very skilled"!
"hiss"

Leng Kong sucked in a breath of cold air the moment he saw the mercenary attribute panel clearly.

Found a big treasure again!

Don't get me wrong, Leng Kong is talking about feature 2.

If he had this physique, would he still have to hang his eyes when he played against Kiryu Setsuna before?

You don't have to endure the severe pain of sand in your eyes and the effects of blurred vision, you can keep hitting with your eyes closed.

When the battle is over, I have to pay a good visit to this legendary mercenary.

Haha
"Another fighter whose identity is unknown and whose fighting style is unknown."

"The height is 195 cm, the weight is 130 kg, and there is no boxing record."

"Representing Haiyi Securities, Masaki Meguro, known as the Weeper!"

On the court, Sheath Xiang was still making a passionate announcement.

Then Leng Kong saw that the monster he had just seen appeared on TV.

Sticking out his long tongue, half bent his upper body, with his arms hanging by his sides, he walked out of the passage in the posture of a gorilla.

"Fizz."

"Finally it's my turn."

"Can kill again!"

"Haha. Good. I'm looking forward to it!"

The strong desire to kill caused Masaki Meguro's eyes to burst open,
A large amount of blood stained the whole face from under the eye sockets.

The eyeballs bulged out to the limit, and when projected onto the big screen, the audience wondered if his eyeballs would burst in the next second.

Is this person crazy before he even started?

Or are fighters neither crazy nor strong?
Aguya!
Wu Lei'an!
Kiryu Setsuna!

It's only been a few games, and they've seen quite a few lunatics.

Walking to the predetermined position, Meguro Masaki stared at Mubat with his extremely bulging eyes.

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you, heck."

"Father, take care, my method of killing him must be better than killing you!"

"Oh haha"

The saliva dripped unconsciously, and the strong desire to kill completely devoured Masaki Meguro's sanity.

"Hehe. Are you out of your mind?"

Listening to Meguro Masaki's declaration of killing, the mercenary Mubat laughed out loud, and at the same time tiptoed to the ground, using the echo to observe the terrain.

"Everyone is in your place!"

"Start the fight!"

Seeing another lunatic appear, the referee announced very neatly, turned around and ran away after shouting.

Bang!
At the moment of the battle, Meguro put his big hand forward, put his arms around Mutaba's shoulders and threw him to the ground, and at the same time, he rode directly on it.

Crazy is crazy, but don't doubt his skills.

As a judo genius, Meguro Masaki won the national judo championship at the age of 12, which has been carved into his physical instincts.

It was only at the age of 13 that Meguro Masaki finally couldn't suppress his inner desire to kill, and killed his father and all his brothers in the dojo overnight, and then he was taken under Hayami's command.

"Papa said that Judo is the strongest martial art."

Meguro rode on the mercenary, talking to himself, blood and tears dripped down Mutba's face along his chin.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The body was suppressed, and Mutaba kept hitting Meguro Masaki's face with his fists.

But Meguro didn't seem to feel the pain at all, instead showing a look of extreme enjoyment on his face.

The next moment his body was forcibly pressed down. He was no match for his mercenary Mubat in size and strength, and was directly crushed.

"So, why don't you wear clothes?"

"So how can I use the judo taught by my father?"

After the idiotic words came out, Meguro Masaki grabbed the mercenary's neck fiercely with his thick arms.

The neck was pinched, the mercenary's breathing was instantly blocked, and the body twisted vigorously trying to break free,

But Naihe's strength was inferior to that of Meguro Masaki, and a lot of foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth after a while.

"Hey, the king of mercenaries, didn't he die so easily!"

Seeing the suppressed mercenaries on the big screen, Leng Kong suddenly felt that the chicken legs in his hand were no longer fragrant.

I haven't got the supernormal physical sensation yet, so don't die!
Perhaps sensing Leng Kong's thoughts, the mercenary who was pressed to the ground inserted his index finger into Meguro's right eye like lightning.

laugh!
The sound effect is amazing, standing on the balcony of the restaurant, you can hear the sound of Masaki Meguro's eyeball being poked in the cold air.

"Ah."

"Exploded. Exploded!"

"Legendary mercenary, actually caught the eyeball of player Meguro!"

"Is this the ferocity of living in the hail of bullets all year round?"

Sheath Xiang's passionate commentary resumed.

"Ohhhhhhh.!"

Eyeballs exploded, Masaki Meguro not only did not flinch, but also moaned in extreme pleasure,

At the same time, the hands that pinched the mercenary's neck became tighter.

laugh!
There was another piercing sound, and the mercenary's index finger pierced Masaki Meguro's right ear again.

"Ahahaha. Cool!"

"Dad, it's so cool!"

The pain turned into pleasure, and Meguro smiled even happier.

"windy"

"That's why I don't want this Constitution trait."

Thinking that he used to vent his desire to get pleasure from pain under the erosion of endless death and murderous intent, Leng Kong couldn't help shivering.

Fortunately, fortunately, I spent a lot of time meditating later, so as to eliminate death and murderous intent.

Otherwise, as time goes by, I may become such a monster.

terrible!
On the field,

One eye was blasted into a bloody hole, one ear was pierced, and Masaki Meguro was still screaming happily.

"Dad seems to have told me that an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."

"You popped my eyes and ears, then use your two eyes to pay for it!"

"Ah ha ha"

While speaking, his left hand grabbed the mercenary's neck and pressed him firmly to the ground, while his right hand was raised high.

Chi Chi!

The next moment, two fingers plunged deep into Mutba's eye sockets, gouging out the blind man's eyes.

Not to be outdone, the mercenary squeezed the palm of Masaki Meguro's crotch,
click!
The egg burst, and a large amount of blood dripped down Masaki Meguro's crotch.

"Ohhhh!!!"

It was hard to tell whether it was a huge scream of pain or pleasure, and it instantly resounded throughout the arena.

"It exploded, it exploded again!"

"After the eyes and ears, the mercenary Muteba crushed Meguro's egg tart again!"

Shea Xiang is indeed a professional commentator, she does not have the shyness of a woman at all, the more intense the fight on the court, the higher her voice.

"Hiss.!"

"The wife is cruel!"

This scene made the audience gasp in succession. The men instinctively clamped their legs, sweating on their backs, and their faces paled in shock.

They felt pain just looking at this scene. That fighter is not human, is he?
"Ah, ah, ah!"

"It's so cool!"

Masaki Meguro was indeed no longer human. The inhuman pain of the egg tart being exploded turned into a lot of pleasure, and Masaki Meguro's whole body was trembling.

"No, what are they doing?"

"Is this still a duel of fighters?"

Zhu Mei is very uncomfortable with this kind of fighting method that completely targets the deadly parts of the human body.

"What kind of routine is there in the ring without rules?"

"It's nothing more than knocking down the enemy and standing to the end."

Thinking of his miserable experience in the pure white world, Leng Kong felt emotional.

However, if he really wants to open the game coldly, he can't do it by poking out the opponent's eyes and piercing the opponent's ears.

Because this is not competition, but pure murder.

Of course, if you are facing a desperate situation, that's another story.

Fighters can kill in the arena, but it's for winning.

For the honor of victory, fighters don't even have to sacrifice their own lives, let alone their opponents?

But this and killing for the sake of killing are two different things.

"If you don't like to watch it, let's not watch it."

Leng Kong lightly rubbed the top of Zhu Mei's head with his arm, and led her back to the restaurant, because the food on the plate had already been eaten, and he was going to add more food.

After returning to the restaurant, he saw on TV that Masaki Meguro, who had just exploded the egg tart, stood up again, shaking and rushing towards the mercenary whose eyes had been pulled out.

Then he faced the attack with a demented attitude that completely ignored his body and injuries, trying to ride the mercenary under him again.

"In this case, I can only send you to die!"

The mercenary Muteba was also annoyed by this completely demented monster, and his index finger stabbed out for the third time, piercing a huge hole in Masaki Meguro's throat, and the blood spurted wildly.

But none of this could suppress Masaki Meguro's desire to kill, blood spattered from the finger hole in his throat, and he was still screaming and rushing towards the mercenary.

Heart tired, destroy it!
Muteba relied on his sense of hearing to parry the attack, his hands clamped tightly on Masaki Meguro's head like iron pliers, and then twisted violently,
Click
Cervical fracture.

Fearing that this was not enough, Mutaba put his fingers together and inserted them again towards the already-exploded eye sockets. His fingertips penetrated deeply into his brain tissue, and when he pulled it out, he brought out a big wave of brain marrow.

"Haha. Good. So cool"

The wave of pleasure transformed by the fatal blow made Masaki Meguro die with the corners of his mouth upturned to the extreme when he fell down, with a smile of extreme enjoyment on his face.

(End of this chapter)