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Chapter 178 Good fight, don’t fight next time
"Elephant Master, are you okay?" Cook was a little worried.

Since boarding the Mammoth, he has never seen the elephant owner suffer such a passive injury.

"It's okay, I deliberately tested my opponent's attack strength."

The scars on the Elephant Master's waist and abdomen have healed. He patted his chest with his hand and pretended to be relaxed.

"First use artillery to knock him down. I didn't expect that he could fly. This is not an area where we, Behemoth, are good at."

"Roger that!"

The morale of the aliens on the Mammoth is still high. As long as the Elephant Master does not fall, they will always be confident of victory.

The elephant owner turned his back to everyone, his eyes full of solemnity.

He lied just now.

It was said that he deliberately exposed his flaw, but in fact he wanted to block it but failed to react.

However, he didn't think he would lose.

Maybe the aliens like Planting Flowers can indeed have the upper hand in the first few dozen rounds, but they don't have as much energy as Behemoth's aliens.

As long as he keeps spending it, he will definitely win!

A confident smile appeared on the corner of the elephant owner's mouth again, and he stretched out his right hand and made a 'come here' gesture to Russell.

Russell's expression was neither happy nor angry, he flapped his wings and rushed directly towards the Mammoth.

"Hey." The elephant owner suddenly grinned, his right hand turned into a pistol gesture, and said "biu" to Russell.

The next moment, artillery fire roared from the Mammoth, and large-caliber bullets and shells soared into the sky, as if setting off a black wave.

Russell's eyes flashed, and the dense artillery fire seemed like a dragnet, but under his eyes, the seemingly airtight attack was actually riddled with holes.

He was like a petrel, fluttering its wings into the black rain.

The whistling of bullets and shells was in my ears, and they passed by my body, bringing with them the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Russell flapped his wings and used the wind they stirred up to change direction more easily.

Like a white phantom, it disappears and appears in the rain of black bullets.

The eyes of Behemoth's cannon shooter almost popped out of his head.

Their eyes have been genetically modified, and their dynamic vision is far superior to that of ordinary people.

With their strength, not to mention mosquitoes, even a flea was killed by this intensive crossfire.

But they just couldn't hit Russell.

You could see clearly, but when the bullets and cannonballs were fired, they all seemed to be Russell's neighbors, saying hello and then flying away.

The marksmen are now all masters of body contouring.

It's just a disgrace.

All the shooters' eyes were red and they almost lost their minds.

The elephant owner frowned and yelled loudly: "You idiots can't hit anyone, but you can go to a boat that can't hit!"

"Force him to come back for help!"

The seven tubes of blood are really not in vain, the elephant master.

Russell sneered and reached out to grab a cannonball.

He gently touched the cannonball with his palm, and the ice eroded it, and the primer and gunpowder inside were directly frozen.

emission!

Russell folded his wings, turned around and waved his arms. The frozen cannonballs were like a warship bird reaching extreme speed, aiming at a fort and diving towards it.

boom!
The Elephant Master subconsciously stepped forward with his left foot, but it was too late.

His pupils were constricted, and he could only watch helplessly as the shells flattened a main gun.

Fortunately, the frozen shells could not explode, otherwise his Mammoth would have suffered more serious damage.

"Stop, everyone stop shooting!" the elephant owner shouted, then looked up at Russell in the sky and said in a deep voice:

"Can you understand us, Russell of Tang Clan?"

Russell raised his eyebrows. If his identity was revealed in this situation, were he planning to sit down and talk?
"It seems so." Seeing Russell's expression, the elephant owner said, "Sure enough," he said.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you just now, friend of Tang Clan."

"I thought it was the Japanese wolf cubs attacking us."

The Elephant Master's face didn't turn red, and so did the other Behemoth aliens.

It seems that they have become accustomed to lying.

"Luo, I invited you here to discuss how we can avenge the Japanese strangers together."

"You can come down, we don't mean any harm."

The elephant owner raised his free hands, and the other Behemoths smiled kindly.

but.

No matter in his mind or in Russell's eyes, no one on this alchemy ship really had good intentions.

"Okay." Russell slowly landed on the front deck of the Mammoth, five meters away from the elephant owner.

"Before that." The elephant owner looked at Russell with an expression as if his conspiracy had succeeded, "You have to hand over the Yuyi number to us first." The people in Behemoth laughed in unison, showing their kind expressions just now. , instantly became vicious.

The switch is very natural.

"I reject."

"It's not up to you, Luo." The Elephant Master twisted his neck and squatted down slowly, "On my boat, you have to listen to me."

"No, it should be said that in this sea area, you have to listen to me."

This sea area?

This is the entrance to our flower-growing alien world.

When is it your turn to speak up?

Russell snorted coldly.

If he hadn't been worried about Behemoth using unforeseen tactics against the flower-growing land, he would have already started to clean up these duplicitous people.

"From now on, Behemoth is not allowed to set foot in this sea area."

Russell's tone was calm and authoritative, and there was wind and thunder above the sea.

"This is a warning, Lord Elephant. To you and to Behemoth."

The elephant owner snorted with his nostrils, a look of violence rose in his eyes, "It wasn't the case 100 years ago, and it shouldn't be the case now 100 years later!"

"It's up to you!?"

Do you want to change the situation that has been stable for hundreds of years?

Do you want our great Behemoth to retreat from this sea?

It's up to you...

"Seven tubes of blood." Russell said calmly, and then assumed a Xingyiquan stance.

The legs are bent like a tiger squatting, and the palms are like a swimming dragon.

The divine light in his eyes was restrained, the thunderous sound in his body was surging, and the dust-free energy outside his body was swelled.

Golden light shines on the Mammoth, like a big mountain standing in front of Behemoth.

The elephant owner shouted loudly. Although he didn't understand what Russell meant, as long as he didn't hear the agreement.

That's asking for a dead end!

I do want to talk, but you have to be able to get to the negotiating table first!

The Elephant Master stepped forward and his huge soles landed on the deck, causing the entire ship to tremble.

Many of the strangers in Behemoth were unable to stand firmly and could only hold on to the surrounding objects.

They looked at the elephant master's sprinting back with a look of fanaticism in their eyes.

"Elephant owner! Elephant owner! Elephant owner!"

Like the audience cheering for the warriors in the Colosseum.

Russell's body remained motionless, his feet seemed to be glued to the deck.

My eyes penetrated the Elephant Master's skin and carefully observed the flow of his Qi.

On the big palms like cattail leaf fans, a pair of flat Qi balls vibrated at a rapid frequency.

It's like simulating an earthquake.

Vibration sources on both feet caused the entire deck to vibrate.

The idea is indeed good, and there should be further moves.

Russell's eyes flashed.

The elephant owner was one meter closer to him, his big paw suddenly lifted up, and then fell down.

The Qi balls at the soles of the feet are stretched into a crescent shape like a bow, and the huge force that is not released gathers on the 'bow string'.

"Here comes Elephant Lord's War Trample!"

Behemoth and the others shouted excitedly.

"Ha!" The elephant owner's eyes sparkled, and he stepped hard on the deck with his right foot.

The thick steel plate was dented, and then the 'bowstring' in the sole of the foot was released.

A huge vibrating force that far exceeded the previous one burst out from the soles of the Elephant Master's feet.

Russell felt like the deck beneath his feet was like a wave, with layers of thrust trying to blast him into the air.

Even if the soles of his feet were stuck to the deck, the constant concussive force was constantly bombarding Russell's legs.

If an average person stood here and didn't take three breaths, his leg bones would be shattered.

at the same time.

The elephant owner's left fist has been thrown back, like a baseball player waiting to swing.

Whenever Russell gets blasted, he's going to be that baseball waiting to be hit.

(End of this chapter)