Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 145: The face of a serious criminal, the shameful truth

As the sky dawned, and the familiar sound of "clang, clang" chopping iron reached my ears, a large number of miners came to Montenegro.

"Black Knife, you have become famous now, not only in our mine, but also in the Longclaw Mine."

"Have I become famous?" Rayleigh looked back with doubt, but he had done nothing. Looking at the joking expressions of the people in front of him, it didn't look like his identity had been exposed.

There was no pause in the movement of the hand, and the palm of the hand could accurately cut to the same position on the chain without looking at it.

Everyone said to me one by one:

"In the boxing match last night, there was a man named Iron Fist in the Longclaw Mine who was very tyrannical. For some reason, someone pulled you out to block the knife, which also aroused a public response."

"You are an iron-slayer, just like beating a chicken with your iron fist. Now you have the reputation of being the number one boxer in Jingshan Mine."

"I can't beat you." Rayleigh was speechless for a moment. He did his duty to mine, and he cut the iron as soon as he had mined, without causing any trouble. The result...

Is it because of good things that you become famous?

What is this called!

"Heidao, you'd better train your fighting skills, otherwise with your current reputation, I'm afraid many people will come to challenge you." The supervisor suggested.

"I have learned it before, but I can't learn it." Rayleigh was unmoved.

The miners persuaded one after another:

"With your physical condition, you will be stronger than most boxers even if you learn two hands."

"Yes, we don't have the terrifying physical strength like you, and the strength of your hand to cut through the iron chain is as strong as hitting it with a sledgehammer. It sounds scary, but you won't be weak even if you hit it casually."

"There is no future in mining. In our mine, becoming a boxer is the only way out and the future."

"It's better to become a boxer. I should be able to get out." Rayleigh turned back and continued to deal with the lifelong enemy in his eyes.

Able to go out?

Everyone suddenly remembered that the war-marked people in front of them were different from themselves. After all, there were no such heavy chains locked under their feet.

Since they will not be imprisoned here permanently, there is really no need for the war-marked people to become boxers. Although there is a captain and the opponent's centipede man holding the battle, the boxing match also carries the risk of accidental serious injury or even death.

It's just a pity to have such physical talent.

The miners gave up their persuasion, and the food carts were delivered at this time. At the same time, there were several particularly strong bodies, all of whom were boxers who often participated in boxing matches.

Private fighting is prohibited in the mine, so no one is too worried.

"Are you the invincible Iron Slayer of Jingshan?" Several boxers came over and asked.

"I'm an iron slayer, but I'm not invincible in Jingshan." Rayleigh looked back and said in advance, "If you want to fight me, I'm afraid you're looking for the wrong person. I'm not good at fighting."

"Now you are the most famous. No matter you are really not good at fighting or you are pretending not to be good at fighting, you must participate in the next boxing match. Don't let us look down on you."

"Yes, if you don't participate, you will be a joke on Shenfa Mountain."

The boxers couldn't help but be surprised when they noticed the thunderous sound made by the opponent's palm hitting the iron chain.

With such a great reputation, this guy in front of me really has something.

After saying these words, the boxers left, looked at each other, and decided to try their hand at splitting the iron chain, and went directly to the Jingshan Guard Area to borrow a large iron chain.

……

"I can't give you the iron chain, but you can try it here." Scar Man handed the big iron chain to the boxers.

"Thank you, Captain."

After setting up the iron chain, the first boxer sat on the ground imitating the way an iron man would be cut, raised his palm and struck down suddenly.

"Hiss..." He suddenly grinned in pain.

He raised his hand and saw that the side of his hand was covered in black bruises and blood.

"Your voice is not good. It's far worse than the Iron Slayer. Let me try." The second boxer stepped forward.

At this time, the escorts also gathered around and began to watch the excitement with interest.

The second boxer sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his palms and made three or four vertical gestures towards the iron chain with a decent posture. After shouting, he slashed at the iron chain with all his strength, making a crisp ding.

"Don't be embarrassed. You are worse than what you were before. Hurry up and get the next one." One of the guards complained.

One boxer after another tried it all, and found that they couldn't make the dull thunderous sound of the war-marked prisoner. I don't know if it was related to technique or strength, or maybe both.

"Let's give it a try too." The guards became interested.

"It's best not to use too much force, as you may get injured easily." A boxer kindly reminded you.

"I want you to remind me."

The mercenary guard squatted half-crouched and raised his palms high. With a loud shout, he slashed down with a powerful force like a rainbow.

There was a crisp click, and a scream came from everyone's ears at the same time. They saw this guy covering his palms with cold sweat.

It's obviously a broken bone!

"Useless guy, don't come to escort the team tomorrow, just go mining." Scar Man said dissatisfiedly.

With this scene of injury, the remaining guards were a little more careful and did not dare to use too much force. Most of the sounds produced by the cuts were worse than those of the miner's boxers.

"A bunch of embarrassing things."

Scar Man cursed, then rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick, hairy arms, and walked towards the chain, "Get out of the way."

The commander-in-chief wants to take action!

Everyone became interested instantly and watched intently. They thought they were more powerful than the war-marked people.

Joseph sat down, without any unnecessary words or actions, he raised his side palm and slashed straight down, and the chain made a clanking sound. This voice is much stronger than the previous ones, but it is still not as good as the Zhanwen people.

Joseph became more and more dissatisfied. It was ridiculous that his quasi-berserker-level strength, which could cut through iron, was not as good as that of a young man.

With all the strength in his hand, he slashed again...

Still not as good as!

Cut off again...

Still not as good as!

He must have lacked experience. He endured the pain in his palms. Joseph began to strike with his palms continuously. In less than half an hour, he was already sweating profusely. With the loss of a lot of physical strength, the sound of cutting off also changed from "dang-dang" to "dang-dang". The sound turned into a tinkling sound.

He stood up helplessly, his heart heaving. The war-marked boy slashed at least one sand clock without changing hands, and without stopping.

If he cuts it any further, he may break his bones.

An incredible thought flashed through my mind. The boy with the war pattern was physically stronger than me...

impossible!

At that age, unless he is a general, there is no way he can be stronger than himself. There must be something tampered with that iron chain.

The surrounding guards and boxers were also dumbfounded. Whether it was from the sound, control, or endurance, the captain seemed to be inferior to the Black Mountain Iron Slayer.

What the hell! !

Something went wrong. I guess it could only have been tampering with the chain.

Locke, the war whale soldier in the guard, was filled with turmoil in his heart. The probability that one thing was a coincidence, but that several things were coincidences was too small.

He was imprisoned in a mine for teasing women, and his extraordinary physical strength was demonstrated by cutting iron chains, as well as his mining speed without any pause and his physical strength.

The Montenegrin weirdo is definitely...

A man with a general's talent and eagle eyes!

Only in this way can everything be explained:

Cutting iron chains cannot be just for fun, but for training, such as the hand-knife stunt that the centipede man in the mine next door is extremely good at.

And why don't you care about reputation? It's because they are already famous in the north;

Why not learn to box? Who can teach a monster of that level?

This is just a prison mine. The powerful people are all in the military. Apart from the director, there are no powerful characters here.

"Captain, I suspect that the chains under the war-marked prisoners' feet are fake at all. Let's go check it out," said a guard.

"Well, you go ahead." Scar Man nodded, always feeling a little strange in his heart, feeling that he seemed to have neglected something recently.

The boxers and guards left here together, all wanting to find out.

The war whale soldier Locke quietly walked towards the field director's single-family longhouse higher up. Although Scar is now in charge of the Guards, he is the field director's true confidant. The previous captain was his father who had passed away due to illness.

Before reaching the longhouse, the field director's voice came from inside: "It's Locke, come in."

Walking into the open door, a piece of barbecue was thrown directly over.

Locke took the barbecue and said, "Thank you, director."

"You're welcome." The scarlet eyes were a little calmer, and a flash of memory flashed in the depths of his pupils. More than ten years ago, he had betrayed all his relatives and separated, and the only captain who still followed him was the little guy's father.

"Locke, why did you come to see me?"

"I don't know whether it's a small thing or a big thing, but I think I should report it to you."

……

Black Mountain Mine, Lawrence Supervision District.

The people digging suddenly noticed that twenty or thirty members of the escort team and boxers were swarming in. While confused, several proud voices rang in their ears:

"Iron Slayer, your little trick is about to be exposed."

"If you pretend to be famous, you will become famous, but without real strength, you cannot retain your fame."

"Yes, it will eventually become a joke."

Listening to these words that passed into their ears, the miners didn't know why. The iron man's little trick was about to be exposed.

No matter how hard you strike, you won't be able to live in peace——

Rayleigh stopped moving his palms, raised his eyes to look at the group of people coming towards him, and said, "What do you want to say?"

"Let's expose your shenanigans."

A mercenary guard raised his voice with certainty, "Prisoner, admit it honestly, your chains are simply fake."

The commander-in-chief had already verified clearly that even his powerful combat power could not compare to this prisoner's ability to continuously cut iron and the sound of cutting iron. There was only one possibility: the iron chain was fake.

Moreover, if I cut the iron chain so fiercely for more than ten hours every day, my palms will not be broken. Who are I kidding here?

"Well, it's indeed fake." Lei Li looked speechless.

It was really baffling that so many people suddenly came just to tell me that the iron chain was fake, and if it was fake, it should be fake.

"Finally admitted."

"I knew he was wearing fake chains to pretend to be a serious criminal and wanted to be respected by others."

"And the person who was the first to shout 'The Iron Man is invincible' during last night's boxing match probably took advantage of this person."

"How shameless."

The guards and boxers looked full of joy at this moment, and they were all excited for the discovery of the truth.

(End of this chapter)