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Although he is similar in stature to Caldera, his combat experience far exceeds that of Caldera.
This can be seen from the scars crisscrossing the opponent's body.
Moreover, the fierce and bloodthirsty expression on his face was not fake. This alone was not something Caldera could compare to.
The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth curled up into a sneer. He arranged such an opponent for himself because he wanted to kill himself. It was no wonder that Milik would remind himself to surrender if he couldn't do it.
Entering the iron cage, Zhang Feng looked at his opponent carefully again.
Notice that the whites of his eyes are slightly red, which is an external manifestation of taking the medicine.
"Have you taken the medicine to reach your current state?"
For money, these people are really capable of doing anything to cause irreversible damage to their bodies.
"Death, tear him apart."
"kill him!"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
The spectators outside the cage roared wildly, all of them supporting the God of Death. For Zhang Feng? They just don't like it at all.
What Zhang Feng doesn't know is that the odds of him fighting the God of Death are 1 to 100!
None of the spectators thought that Zhang Feng would win, and the people in the boxing ring also believed that he would definitely lose, so they offered such outrageous odds.
And the God of Death was a boxer raised by this boxing ring. He had won all twenty fights, and nineteen of his opponents died on the spot. Only one person was rescued, but he was also paralyzed for life!
With a ding.
Without any hesitation, the God of Death roared, moved his fist, and smashed directly towards Zhang Feng.
fist
Zhang Feng knew that there were waltzers in the audience watching, so he had to show off his physical talent.
So what should you do when faced with a fist
The answer is of course boxing!
Without any dodge or any fancy movements, Zhang Feng just twisted his waist and punched out with the same punch.
Seeing Zhang Feng's actions, the God of Death's eyes became even redder. He seemed to have seen his opponent's wrist break, and then his fist smashed into his chest, then grabbed his heart and crushed it hard.
The audience in the audience also exclaimed!
"This Tai Lung is such a fool that he dares to fight the God of Death."
"He's not stupid, he's crazy, completely crazy."
"Totally looking for death!"
In a blink of an eye, the two fists collided hard together, bang.
Zhang Feng's body stumbled back three steps before he stood upright. His whole fist was slightly numb.
However, he knew that the god of death would definitely be worse than himself.
Because he used the method of retreating to relieve part of his strength, but the god of death rushed over and did not retreat at all, so he had nowhere to relieve his strength.
Just as Zhang Feng thought, the right hand of the God of Death was trembling uncontrollably.
However, what was even more shocking was his heart!
There was someone who could resist his fist, and this person looked so weak, which he couldn't accept.
The audience in the audience were also shocked. Because they did not see the scene where Zhang Feng was directly punched to death and blood spattered on the spot.
"I'm going to crush your bones inch by inch!" Death said viciously.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Feng's lips, "I hope your fists are half as powerful as your mouth."
"Humph!" With a muffled grunt, the God of Death rushed towards Zhang Feng again.
Seeing his right fist hit him again, Zhang Feng frowned. He recovered so quickly
In an instant, he realized that in order to improve his physical skills, he had taken drugs for a long time, which had made his nerves dull.
The advantage of becoming dull is losing part of the pain sensation. But the disadvantage is more obvious, that is, his reaction speed will drop significantly.
Is that so
Hum.
Zhang Feng snorted coldly and did not choose to fight with him again, because the punch just now was enough to prove his strength.
Move your body sideways and duck directly over.
The fist grazed Zhang Feng's cheek, carrying the wind of a fist.
After missing a hit, the God of Death wanted to turn around and punch again. How could Zhang Feng give him this chance
The steel-whip-like iron legs hit his crotch directly, and he teased his vaginal feet. It was a move he hadn't used for a long time, but he was still extremely skilled.
There was a crisp snap.
The God of Death immediately let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, his whole body rose three centimeters, and his two eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
The audience's jaws dropped in shock and almost fell to the ground. Many of them subconsciously covered their little brothers.
Although they didn't kick themselves, they felt a chill in their crotches when they heard the sound.
I'll kill you while you're sick!
Without any pause, Zhang Feng twisted his waist and punched, and his fist hit the God of Death's temple hard. The latter flew out like pieces of a torn sack and fell on the ring.
What Zhang Feng didn't expect was that the God of Death stood up unsteadily.
A large mouthful of blood overflowed from his mouth and dripped on his chest, which was very miserable. But even so, he was still able to stand up.
Zhang Feng was also slightly surprised. He knew his own strength very well. Although he did not use all his strength, it was enough to make a person lose his fighting ability and go into shock in an instant.
"I'm going to kill you! Kill you." As the God of Death spoke, more blood spurted out from his mouth.
His eyes stared at Zhang Feng like a wild beast, and he took out a small bottle from his pocket.
Um
Zhang Feng's frown deepened. When he was in Russia, some people took epinephrine when fighting him. Now this god of death actually takes medicine too.
He really didn't know whether to live or die. If he had used all his strength just now, he would have been completely brain-dead with one punch.
Now this god of death actually took medicine in front of him and kept saying he wanted to kill him.
The murderous intention in Zhang Feng's heart was completely aroused.
"Since you are looking for death, then I will satisfy you."
This time, Zhang Feng took the initiative and rushed towards the God of Death.
The drug Death takes is not adrenaline, but a nerve-stimulating drug.
This drug is very common among underground black boxers. After taking it, it will make people completely lose their minds and turn into a beast that has no pain, no reason, and only knows how to kill.
The side effects of such drugs are also huge, that is, nerve damage, and this damage is irreversible.
By the time Zhang Feng rushed to him, the medicine had already taken effect.
The whites of the Death God's eyes have been completely replaced by blood red, so red that it looks like blood can drip out.
He lost any consciousness. When he saw Zhang Feng rushing over, he rushed over and bit Zhang Feng's neck with his bloody mouth.