Counterfeit Hero

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The fat man's voice appeared exceptionally clear in the quiet and empty fighting hall.

Cooper's face was blue and white. On the bare forehead, blue muscles jumped. Fierce eyes, bloodshot at this moment.

No one has ever dared to insult him like this, never!

After he became the first-level mech commander and succeeded Tailiu, no one dared to have the slightest disrespect in front of him. Not to mention such humiliation.

Cooper has always believed that in this world where the weak and the strong eat the fittest, you, and the Tailiu you lead, are the lions standing at the top of the food chain! When a group of powerful and violent lions gather together, any fierce beast can only avoid it from afar.

And ordinary people who are at the lower end of the food chain, Cooper never regards them as opponents-that is just food.

You can attack, bite, and devour food at will!

After a meal, perhaps, it can be used to play around.

Everything is justified.

This was originally the cruel law of the jungle. All kindness and mercy is a kind of stupidity. This is a brutal world, and only dripping blood is the answer to all questions.

But now, the cruel and powerful lion was scornfully spitting urine on his face by a fat white pig!

This feeling of being despised and ridiculed drives Cooper crazy. What followed was a burst of anger accompanied by blood rushing overhead.

"Hahaha!"

Cooper was already angry and smiled. The fat man raised his thumb fiercely: "Well, it's really a hero to be a teenager, you have a kind!"

When Cooper's laughter sounded, everyone including Phantom Smith changed his face. Kozmo and Thomas even took a step forward.

Everyone knows that Cooper is angry. In countless legendary depictions, this Tailiu Sovereign is just sending opponents to **** in laughter.

Look at the field, Cooper's teeth have been biting, and his cold eyes have judged the fatal death sentence in front of him.

"Unfortunately, you never thought you would ..."

Cooper suddenly stopped with a breathtaking voice.

Under the eyes of all eyes, the fat man slapped away Cooper impatiently, and as he walked in, he muttered in disgust: "The most annoying of this kind of pretense is really taking himself as a person ... He was scolded and laughed, and the hero came out as a boy, yuck, stupid. "

No one can believe their eyes and ears. If the fat man's ridicule of Cooper just shocked everyone, now everyone is stupid. Even Cooper, who was pushed to a stagger, was stunned with his eyes straight.

What is this fat man's mouth made of? Too harsh!

Cooper stood blankly, watching the fat man's nostrils walk past him.

There was silence.

"Kill him!" Cooper's face twitched uncontrollably, bursting into a hysterical roar: "Kill me! Kill her!"

In the roar echoed in the hall, the six thugs threw lightning at the fat man, and even the fighter of Tailiu rushed up. Although they are not good at unarmed combat, they can only rush up under such circumstances. Cooper's eyes were red, so that they couldn't stand and watch the excitement.

"Stop it!" Old Smith yelled, and he couldn't watch a young man who came to sign up so tragically died in front of himself.

The apprentices of Phantom Stream were also tumultuous, and they all rose up. Here is the Griffon Knight Fighting Gym. They can't watch the fat man who made them feel so happy. The fat man's words are the voices of all the Phantom Liu disciples want to say but dare not say.

Roars, hustle and bustle, screams, and stop sounds have been mixed together. No one paid attention to Old Smith's suppression. A Tailiu beater who ran in the front suddenly kicked on the ground, his body rose into the air, and a fat leg kicked in the heart of the fat man.

This is the most proud of this thug. As a thug from underground black fist, the effort he spends on his legs is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Kicking sandbags, kicking wooden stakes and even stones. His legs were already as hard as iron bars. Once this kick is kicked, ten kicks are dead, and there is no reason to live. In countless previous battles, only one opponent who was kicked in the right part ended up, that is, vomiting blood and dying!

Without any hesitation, the people of Tailiu had already stricken the killer.

In the free world, dying an ordinary person is definitely not a big deal. For the terrible Diliu, killing such a fat man is as simple as killing a dog!

The beater's feet have reached the front of the fat man. Seeing that the fat man was about to be kicked by this kick, the disciples of Mirage flow exclaimed.

In the stone fire electric light room, the fat man suddenly stretched out his hand.

He was like a huge bear, waving his paws. The kicker of Ling Kongfei kicked him by lightning ... A drag, a tremor, and he turned back. The poor beater was like a broken sack. He was picked up by the fat man and danced a big windmill, hitting the ground hard.

One ... two ... three.

Everyone was stunned by what happened

"Fuck, want to kill me! Laozi fell to you!" The fat man gritted his teeth and scolded every time he heard a loud noise from the collision of the body and the ground. Everyone could not help but shivered.

When the fat man stopped his hand, the beater who held his leg upside down in his hand, lying softly on the upper body, the bones on the body did not know how many pieces had been broken, and the head that directly touched the marble floor was concave A big piece, **** mouth, twitching all over the body, seeing that it was not alive.

"God!"

In the exclamation of the phantom flow, the central hall, just now, a timid and cautiously fat man, has been drawn into the crowd of turbulent waves like the wind. As the whole hall rushed forward, he suddenly fell into a frenzy.

The echo of the crowd's exclamation was not over, and the chubby figure had greeted the second thug thundering with lightning. Faced with a fist like a thug, he even said nothing, but put a fist upright.

The impact of the two fists in the air, as if the thunder burst into the air. With a loud noise and a screaming scream, the thug's arm was rocky and hard, and suddenly turned into a burst balloon-the whole arm was broken in inches, pulled softly, and the broken bones and even thorns Wear muscles and fold out.

No matter how tragic the thug was, the fat man turned around and swung a whirlwind leg, sweeping **** the third thug. The opponent's entire body is like an axe cut by a tomahawk. Guarding the arm on the side, it has no effect at all, like a "

The fourth hitter was already close to the fat man, and a vicious pair of double peaks used his ears. However, the fat man did not give him a chance. The two fat hands grabbed in the air for a while, and the thug's arm was pulled out of the mortar by the way he grabbed a chicken.

When the fourth thug spit out blood and flew far and fell to the ground, everyone saw that the thug who tried to sneak attack completely collapsed his chest.

The fifth ... the sixth ...

Old Smith, the three elders with the Phantom Stream, and thirty disciples, were completely ashamed.

The fat man in front of them is simply a humanoid killing machine. Among the crowd in Tailiu, he was like a thunderous thunder, the guide struck north and left.

No one has ever seen such a fighting style.

Stepping on the knee, striking the elbow, side leg, whirlwind leg-his entire body has become a flying subway hammer. Punching and kicking, hitting and bumping, and even pushing and slamming, all those who approached him, without breaking their hands and feet, for a while, howling in the hall of the fighting hall, screams came and went.

Dazzled, this almost raging brutal killing lasted only five minutes. In addition to standing beside the Cooper, he just broke into the fighting hall, and the arrogant Tailiu people were all lying on the ground and wailing now. roll.

Cosmo and Thomas glanced at each other with horror.

Can you survive the rest of a hundred battles in a rain of bullets, become a war hero of a country, and do so many earth-shattering things in blood and fire, how can such a person afford a group of thugs? What are people, special forces!

It should be a bad luck for Cooper, who is not good to provoke, but it is such a shame! In the three years of war, this Le Lei hero who looks white and fat, I don't know how much blood is stained!

At this moment, Cooper has completely lost his ability to think.

As one of the directors of underground boxing, he has seen countless brutal fights. Over the years, one after another, strong men who have never been able to fight each other in front of him. That's the real **** fight, you can use it, they have no reservations. The purpose of every punch is to put the opponent in a dead enemy. Any preserved result may pay the price of life ...

However, he had never seen such a person. A white fat man, but his body is like a crazy swinging subway hammer, with a sharp body and powerful force that is unimaginably fat.

Even though he is used to life and death, Cooper still feels palpitations for everything that appears in front of him.

A dozen or so men lying on the ground tumbling and wailing were almost maimed by the fat man. Just look at their deformed hands and feet, and the blood on the ground, you know how hard and heavy this fat man's fist is. This is not true, this is a nightmare!

Seeing the fat man walking towards him, Cooper pulled his legs up and wanted to run, but his feet were too heavy to lift. All of his strength was drained at this moment-looking at the fat face of the fat man, Cooper suddenly dared to feel a wave of fear.

He is a first-level mecha commander, and perhaps soon, he will become a third-level mecha warrior!

However, there is no mech here. Damn Griffon Knight Fighting Hall, there is not even a training mech in the hall!

You know, dozens of mechas are on display in the lobby of the Tailiu headquarters. Among them, there are new private mechas developed by the Tailiu research system, as well as prizes or trophies won in previous competitions and challenges. Everyone who came to Tailiu was deterred by that new or badly ground mech.

Unfortunately, this is not the Tailiu headquarters.

Cooper almost crushed his teeth. He knew that compared to the six black punches from his own hands, he was not even shit.

What are the previous records of those thugs lying on the ground? Without a winning rate of more than 30 games and no data of directly killing opponents more than 25 times, how can they become their own bodyguards? How could you allow yourself so much effort to snare?

All six of them were beaten down at the same time. How could they win?

The fat man looked at this cooper coldly.

In fact, he did not expect that he even met this Tailiu Sect Master here.

Is this a matter of reason?

The fat man looked at Cooper with his eyes up and down, and he saw hair in Cooper's heart.

"Give you two ways." The fat man giggled happily: "Or, I will kill you now ..."

The hall was silent and even the painful moans on the ground seemed to be much smaller. Everyone listened intently as the fat man sentenced to Cooper.

"Either ..." The fat man sticks out his red, big, thick tongue, and curls drippingly around his lips, his face can't wait: "You take off your clothes and let Laozi take a few **** photos."

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