I’m Really Not A Big Shot

Smash the flying car down with one punch.

This picture is really shocking.

After a brief silence, everyone in the club was in an uproar and looked towards Luo Liang with suspicion.

"When did Rank 1 Martial Artist have this kind of power?"

"He didn't mean that he became a Super Power User recently? It's too fake."

"Martial Artist, how could this kind of garbage profession..."

Harris, who was healing in the corner, was full of doubts and his eyes fell to the ground quickly.

pu!

Harris spits a mouthful of blood. He was injured by Liu Jun just now, but he didn't vomit blood.

He relied on the nobility of the Mage profession, and has always looked down upon Martial Artist, the realistic Heavy Strike, which made him hard to calm down.

After the flying car hit the ground, it flickered and swayed a few times.

Fortunately, there was no explosion.

Luo Liang secretly heave a sigh of relief, this car can't afford it.

"Asshole! How dare you smash my car..."

Liu Jun looked furious.

"Brother, you don't lose money in this wave."

Luo Liang coughed and tried to cover up almost. Let's turn hostility into friendship. It's better not to mention losing money.

"Uh, your car is worth the loss of a few of our cars, think about it, is it a blood profit?"

God TM does not lose!

Liu Jun's green veins jumped, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

This flying car was recently introduced, and it hasn't been shown for a few days before it was broken by Luo Liang.

"Break my car, I will scrap you!"

Liu Jun voice is cold.

sou!

His silhouette flashed, urging the ability innate talent to explode faster than before.

The fist hits the face, and there is a rumbling sound in the air.

Liu Jun's ability is to increase speed and burst, the formidable power of this fist, crushes the champion on Earth.

In Luo Liang's senses, this fist is really fast, but oneself sees it clearly.

pa!

Luo Liang runs "Qilin-Dragon Scripture", true qi gathers in the palm of his hand, easily blocking this fist.

It was Liu Jun who felt like this fist hit a tank.

His!

He has a sudden tingling in his arm, and his body is like a piece of paper.

"Trifling Martial Artist, how could..."

Liu Jun's heart was shaken.

Esper itself is a strong profession in the early stage.

His body strengthening type is more powerful, crushing Martial Artist of the same order.

"haha! Dignified Liu Family young master, strengthening system ability, can't beat the Initial Stage Martial Artist who just started?"

Everyone in the club mocked said with a smile.

"Enlighten!"

Liu Jun has an angry face, urging his ability to the extreme.

zhi zhi!

His whole body muscles trembled, the skeleton rang, and his limbs pulled up out of thin air.

"This is a strengthened form!" Luo Xiaoqian face changed.

Strengthening type Esper, when entering the strengthened form, the battle strength is at least doubled.

It's just that this state can't last, and it will have side effects.

roar!

At this moment, Liu Jun exudes explosive power, like a giant leopard, scared witless.

The air pierces.

Liu Jun silhouette disappeared from the same place.

the next moment, he appeared on Luo Liang's head with a thunderous punch.

Such a speed shocked Luo Liang.

Frightened him to use all his strength.

Huh!

Luo Liang's fist arm swelled a bit, condensing a layer of light blue Qilin pattern, just like a Qilin Arm, faintly exuding an ancient pressure.

The two punches are slammed together.

Luo Liang is like an ancient Qilin, while Liu Jun is a small leopard.

Pèng! Kācha!

Liu Jun flew more than ten meters away like a leather ball, and his whole arm was directly fractured.

"I have hallucinations? The Esper of the strengthened form was actually insta-killed by Martial Artist!"

"When did Martial Artist become so strong?"

The members of the club, one after another, were dumbfounded, really unbelievable.

"The punch he had just now seemed to have the aura of the ancient Martial Artist."

Luo Xiaoqian narrowed his eyebrows and muttered softly.

She has a higher vision and will not think of Martial Artist as mediocre like the outside world.

Plop!

Liu Jun fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and coughed up blood uncomfortably.

Beep du!

Liu Jun’s smart watch is turned on, and he whispers: "Uncle Cheng..."

"Liu Jun, shake it if you don’t hit it People?"

Luo Xiaoqian despised him.

"Duel we can't beat, if we shake people, we are not afraid."

Everyone in the club came over.

Many people called to get in touch.

But the first one came here was a police flying car.

"What's the situation here?"

Several patrol officers came over and scanned the scene.

"Officer Zheng, it was a normal discussion of Super Power User just now. There were no casualties."

Someone in the club knew the patrolman and started to negotiate.

"Super Power User, let’s discuss it, this is not our responsibility."

The police officers don’t want to be troublesome.

These police officers are responsible for the security incidents of the ordinary person.

As for the incident between Super Power Users, it belongs to the Superpower Management Bureau or the Super Power User Association.

"Hold on!"

A middle-aged man in a suit stopped the police officer.

"Uncle Cheng."

Liu Jun stood up with the help of the middle-aged man, staring at Luo Liang with bitter and resentful eyes.

"Luo Liang, you have to be careful."

Luo Xiaoqian lowered the voice, "Uncle Cheng is Liu Jun's bodyguard and the Martial Artist of Rank 2 -Innate Rank......"

"What else do you have, Super Power User matters are not ours."

A police officer said.

Uncle Cheng handed over a business card, said with a smile: "We are not investigating the issue of injury, but Young Master Liu's car was smashed, is it yours?"

Received the business card for the lead police officer, startled, and respected.

"If it is a smashed car, it is indeed within our jurisdiction."

A police officer is nodded.

It's not that they are afraid of power, they are indeed doing business.

"Who smashed the flying car?"

The police officer looked at the big hole in the flying car, and said, brace oneself.

"It's him."

Liu Jun stared at Luo Liang viciously.

"Boy! Do you know how much my car is? Six million star coins!"

Six million!

Everyone in the club face changed.

"You can't afford to sell iron by smashing pots! Wait for the prison meal."

Liu Jun feels refreshed.

Luo Liang does not need to use his clan energy at all to go through normal legal procedures, and Luo Liang can pay a heavy price.

"Losing money? It's okay."

Luo Liang didn't rush, and smiled.

Liu Jun was taken aback. Could it be that this kid is also a rich second-generation and can really afford to pay.

"But, you have to show evidence. How did you know that I smashed the car with your eyes?"

Luo Liang hehe smiled.

Huh?

Everyone in the club, including Liu Jun, felt something was wrong.

Luo Liang's words are a bit familiar.

I remember!

First, Luo Liang asked Liu Jun to pay for the loss of the car.

Liu Jun is in this tone.

You want me to lose money?

You show evidence!

How do you know the loss caused by my eyes?

Liu Jun was taken aback, and soon burst into laughter: "Boy, follow me? You are still too tender!"

He whispered to Uncle Cheng One sentence.

Uncle Cheng nodded, immediately enter the damaged flying car and take out a device.

"Oops!"

"There is a driving recorder in Liu Jun's car."

Everyone in the club reacted, and one after another became worried for Luo Liang.

The driving recorder must have recorded the process of Luo Liang smashing the car.

"haha! The driving recorder has records, this is iron proof. You can't even think about quibbling..."

Liu Jun turned on the driving recorder with a full face.

"Who are you bluffing?"

Luo Liang doesn't care.

"Luo Liang, you don't have to hold on, if you really can't afford it, I will find a way to help you pay."

Luo Xiaoqian comforted.

At this time, no matter how strong Luo Liang is, he can't change the facts.

"Yi! What's going on..."

Liu Jun gave a stunned while holding the driving record.

Uncle Cheng and a police officer also check the driving recorder together.

Check it again, twice, three times...

"Why is this... gone?"

Liu Jun complexion ashen, no matter how you find it, There is no record of Luo Liang smashing a car.

"Will it be a violent vibration that damages the records in the chip."

Uncle Cheng also felt that things were weird.

He immediately discussed with the police officer to find the records of nearby surveillance.

"No problem."

A police officer takes out the equipment and obtains nearby surveillance.

Ten minutes later.

The complexions of Liu Jun and Uncle Cheng became embarrassing.

"In the surveillance, there is no picture of smashing the car." The police officer said.

"There are no satellite records either."

At this time, Uncle Cheng's smart watch received a message.

He had already used the power of clan to call up satellite images, and there is still no record of Luo Liang smashing the car.

The atmosphere on the field was inexplicably weird.

If you say.

There is no record in the driving record, which is a coincidence.

The monitoring is also not recorded, which is a bit fake.

As a result, even satellites have no relevant records.

It seems that the existence of Luo Liang is just a ghost, invisible to any device.

His!

Everyone present couldn't help being sucked in a breath of cold air, almost raising the surrounding temperature by a few degrees.

Everyone, looking at Luo Liang's gaze, changed.

Uncle Cheng's face was extremely solemn, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and he took a deep look at Luo Liang.

There was an inexplicable awe in that gaze.

There were not a few fools, but many smart people.

Ignore the Wisdom Brain monitoring of the entire Heaven Blue Star directly. There is no background in the sky, which is impossible to do.

"Could it be..."

Several police officers looked at each other and thought of a possibility.

They respected Luo Liang and saluted Luo Liang. However, without saying a word, they drove a police flying car and left.

Liu Jun staggered, face is deathly pale.

He realized that this time was kicked on the iron plate.