C504 The Proud Fist Emperor
C504 The Proud Fist Emperor
Amongst the three mercenary groups that the 'host' of the White Sharks Mercenaries had invited, although there weren't the most people (only 18 people), their equipment was the best and their strength was also the strongest.
When Boxing King first received the invitation from the organizers, he was very dissatisfied with the other two garbage mercenary groups (in his eyes, the other two mercenaries were trash). He felt that it was a shame to go on a mission with those people.
It had to be said that other than men who were born short, the people in that country all felt a strong sense of superiority in any other areas.
However, Smith was the boss of the White Shark Mercenary Group.
The Scots Smith was much more strategically astute than Boxing King: the organizers had offered such a high price, were absolutely domineering, and made much less money and risked a lot of money. Only a fool would not accept it.
He did not care about the White Shark Legion's outstanding performance in this mission. For example, if the organizer relied on the White Shark Legion as the 'Heavenly Jade Pillar'.
He only cared if he had enough money or not. The less danger he faced, the better. It was best if he came as a spectator. It was best if he stood to the side and clapped.
After Smith brought his team to Handler Forest, he followed the host's instructions and brought his legion to his base, waiting quietly for the fish to bite.
Before the battle had even begun, Smith had been informed that the enemy force consisted of about fifty men, most likely elite agents of the Dynasty, according to the organizers.
When he just found out that the other party was Special Agent of the Dynasty, Smith's blue eyes froze.
As the head of the White Shark Mercenaries, Smith had heard of the sharpness of the Special Agent of the Dynasty.
In fact, most of his subordinates knew this as well.
He never thought that he would be facing Special Agent of the Dynasty's enemy, Smith, with his eyebrows knitted together. He faintly felt that this business transaction was not as simple as he had imagined.
However, when he saw the thousand plus Zealot and the other two calm and collected mercenaries, his fear quickly disappeared. Even if the Special Agent of the Dynasty was as strong as the legends said, so what? Don't forget that 50 of them have to fight a thousand people!
As expected, after the battle had begun, although the enemy had reacted the fastest when they were attacked and achieved a certain amount of effect, those suicidal Zealot were like moths to a flame, pressing down on them one after the other.
Although there were at least seven to eight fanatics who could only kill one Special Agent of the Dynasty, Smith heaved a long sigh of relief after the battle had lasted for half an hour. The battle had basically ended.
With the current Zealot's method of trading life for life, unless the 50 Special Agent of the Dynasty s were Indestructible Transformers, there would be a day when they were done fighting.
One hour before the battle, the White Shark Legion was like a poisonous snake hidden in the grass, quietly coiling there and waiting for the best opportunity to strike.
There was no doubt that Smith's strategy was correct, avoiding unnecessary casualties among his men.
Only Boxing King and the others were full of complaints about not being able to fight to their heart's content.
Just like how the people of Shen Chao especially hated the people of R Country, the people of R Country who loved peace and peace also hoped that they could deliver a fatal blow to the people of Shen Chao at the right time.
Smith laughed. "My dear friend, please keep your patience. Because before long, you will have a chance to show off your skills. "
Sure enough, half an hour later, the enemies that surrounded the area were forced to engage in a chaotic battle.
Thus, the White Shark Legion and the other two Legions made their move.
On one hand, they were Special Agent of the Dynasty who had fought bitterly for more than an hour, who had paid a heavy price even when breaking through the encirclement.
On the other hand, the moment the chaotic battle between the hundreds of professional mercenaries began, the situation on the battlefield became one-sided. Within a few minutes, seven or eight Special Agent of the Dynasty s died on the spot.
The Zealot, which already had a large number of people, became even crazier after the well-equipped mercenaries joined the fray. They were like fishes in water as they shouted and shouted, and almost killed an enemy with a dozen people.
Such an outcome could be imagined.
"A bunch of idiots!"
Boxing King, who loved close-combat, cursed in a low voice after seeing five or six fanatics surrounding a Special Agent of the Dynasty and cutting off the enemy's head and stomach. They formed a circle, holding hands and dancing happily.
But right after, his eyes focused as he rushed into the shrubbery. He raised his hand and grabbed the heavily injured Special Agent of the Dynasty, and amidst his strange cries, he fiercely smashed his fist on Special Agent of the Dynasty's face!
Peng peng human's tough head was actually smashed apart by Boxing King's fist!
The myriad of peach blossoms bloomed miserably.
Lifting up the enemy's corpse with one hand, like a man bear, Boxing King roared towards the sky: "Ah!"
Boxing King's angry roar attracted the attention of others.
When the Zealot that was dancing around the corpses saw this scene, they were all dumbstruck.
As for the two Special Agent of the Dynasty s who were nearby, when they saw their comrade die miserably, their eyes widened. They roared as they turned around and charged over, but were immediately surrounded by even more Zealot and quickly disappeared within the sea of people.
"A bunch of sick men!"
Boxing King sneered. With a flick of his right hand, the 70 kg body was thrown to a tree nearby and then landed on the ground.
Boxing King, who was covered in blood, felt like he was the god of war on the battlefield, invincible!
Unfortunately, there were too few enemies, so it was impossible for him to enjoy himself. He could only pat his chest and shout into the sky to express his displeasure.
Bang!
Just as the Orangutan was patting Jack's chest and roaring, it felt a strong wind behind his back. Subconsciously, it bent down and stomped on his shoulder, causing him to stagger a few meters away.
Suddenly, Boxing King turned around and saw a burly Asian man with his eyes wide open.
This man had a steel-like face, half a head taller than he was, like a deity that had descended to the mortal world.
However, he was covered in blood, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.
This must be the enemy leader!
The moment Boxing King saw this man, he immediately realized this man's identity. All of the cells in his body became excited as he raised his hand to block those fanatics who were about to pounce on him. He shouted in a proud voice, "What is he, is mine!"
Most of the Zealot stopped to listen to him, but a few of them just ignored Boxing King's words: It's just pinching, why is he yours? If he could capture this guy alive, it would be a huge achievement!
A huge Zealot, throwing away the AK-47 in his hands, pulled out his Short Dagger and roared as he charged towards that man!
"Yours, dead, dead, yes!"
Angry, Jack leapt forward, grabbed Zealot's shoulder and pulled him towards himself. His left hand turned into a claw and pierced into Zealot's stomach.
The huge Zealot screamed and died.
"Who else dares to come up!?"
Boxing King used to the corpses on the ground and looked coldly at the other Zealot.
Those Zealot who were not afraid of death when they surrounded and annihilated the Special Agent of the Dynasty shuddered and subconsciously retreated. Although they weren't afraid of death, they didn't want to die under Boxing King's hands.
Zealot felt like trembling when they saw a cat, which made Boxing King feel really good. Snorting disdainfully, he stretched out his right index finger and beckoned to the unsteady Shen Chao to come up!
Under the gazes of the numerous Zealot s, the Divine Dynasty person who had at least seven or eight injuries on his body and had lost a lot of blood bit his lower teeth fiercely. He then raised the pinky on his left hand and hooked towards Boxing King, then slowly went downwards.
Insult, this was an insult to Boxing King. He was already injured to such an extent, yet he dared to make such an insult to a powerful enemy. If he wasn't torn to pieces, how could he live up to Boxing King's glorious name?
Boxing King was infuriated. With a loud roar, he leaped into the air and charged towards the man like a bull fighting against a bull.
Boxing King was going to tear off the enemy's little finger, dig him out with disdainful eyes, and tear his heart and lungs to pieces so that he would become an incomplete ghost!
When Boxing King smashed towards him like a bull fighting, the man with multiple injuries who stood where he was also roared and pounced towards Boxing King.
Bang!
As they collided like sparks hitting Earth, the surrounding Zealot subconsciously retreated.
Boxing King also took three steps back.
The man retreated six or seven steps before spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Even a fool could see that Boxing King had won in this collision because the other party had retreated a few steps more and vomited blood.
However, Boxing King wasn't happy at all. Instead, he was even more enraged. The enemy could actually clash head on with him despite having multiple wounds on his body!
What did this prove?
It could only prove that Boxing King was no match for the people of the dynasty if they didn't suffer so many injuries.
In fact, the moment the two collided, the other party could easily break Boxing King's neck!
Boxing King, who always looked down on the world, had his pride severely damaged. His eyes were bloodshot as he screamed and rushed forward again.
This time, he pulled out his usual katana.
He wanted to cut this enemy that dared to outdo him into pieces.
Only that way would he be able to vent the hatred in his heart!
However, just as Boxing King charged at the enemy with overwhelming momentum, the godly figure agilely turned around and threw himself into the bushes behind him.
"Coward, trash, that pig Qi, an East Asian sickly husband, if you have the ability then come out and fight me! Why are you running!?"
The enemy fleeing without a fight nearly drove Boxing King crazy. He used his shiny katana and slashed at the bushes ruthlessly.
However, that man was like a small bee flying into a garden. A flood dragon that had swam back to the sea had mysteriously disappeared after jumping into a bush.
Boxing King was very angry. After searching through a large area of bushes, he just like 30 black brothers that had been mercilessly rotated by an old woman all night, kept cursing endlessly. In the end, his anger landed on the mutilated body that had its head smashed by a fist, and he continued to chop the body into meat paste.
From then on, Boxing King looked down on the people of the dynasty even more: "If you can't beat them, run. How can you be counted as one of the world's most elite agents?"
It was just that he didn't seem to expect that not only was the enemy injured in many places, but he also brought out the Saber God Dynasty to retreat. He just didn't want to sacrifice everything for nothing.
"A sick man from East Asia who doesn't care about face!"
In the next few days, Boxing King didn't see that man again. He could only use these two sentences to express his dissatisfaction, even when he was on guard.