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Volume 2 "Volume 2: Volume of Evolution" Chapter 31 The heavy punch of the young fox

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    There was a whistle, and further away, a large group of barbarians emerged from their hiding place.  Their number is not enough to pose a threat to the Queen's army, but they express a sense of grand welcome to a certain extent.  It seems that Ken Lo is not a simple-minded muscle can.  This time, the barbarians sent by Kenlo came as reinforcements to assist Queen Catherine.  Because Her Majesty the Queen left the main military power to King Roland, she brought only a few nobles she trusted most and their elite troops.  This amount is far from enough to solve the problems in Erasi.  During the break, Venigo took part in the barbarians' favorite activity with great interestfighting.  Originally, the barbarians did not intend for Venigo to participate. However, in front of everyone, Venigo activated the colonization mode of the powerful fist and transformed into Bison. He punched the two barbarians in front of him and knocked them away at the same time.  , strode into the circle, and no one raised any objections.  ??Bison, the Street Fighter system, the heavyweight boxing champion of the dark world, wreaks havoc with his fast punches and cruel personality.  The fact that he can defeat a well-equipped army with his bare hands and win without any damage proves his strength.  The barbarians were quite fond of Venigo's muscular appearance with a fierce expression, and immediately some barbarian warriors who were confident in their wrist strength jumped into the arena.  "One is not enoughI want to fight ten." Venigo said slowly.  ?Bisen is huge and looks clumsy and heavy, but those who have actually fought against this beast will know that Bison is extremely explosive, and his short-distance sprinting ability even exceeds that of many sprinters.  Venigo stomped the ground hard, and his body was blasted out like a cannonball.  Quickly rush, and take advantage of the situation to throw out a straight punch that is ready to go.  The barbarian who had just jumped into the field was blown out of the field by a punch, and he fainted without even having time to hum.  "Let me come!" At this time, a loud cry came from the barbarians, and in a blink of an eye, someone stood out from the crowd and stood in front of Venigo.  What a big man!  ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: A terrifying height of nearly three meters, with well-developed muscles and dull face. Only a pair of small eyes are eye-catching, and the other facial features are completely ordinary that people can ignore.  The giant man grinned and smiled blankly.  He suddenly stretched out his hand and swung his right fist with the power of thunder falling to the ground.  "A straight punch?" Venigo laughed loudly.  He struck first, and his terrifying punch that surpassed all heavyweights tore through the air and landed hard on the inside of the giant man's arm.  "It's really a nice sound." Venigo said to himself.  Bang!  The giant man's right arm was knocked away by Venigo's punch. Without hesitation, Venigo stepped forward and bumped with his left shoulder. He suddenly swung his right fist and hit the giant man's chin with another heavy punch.  There was another muffled sound, and the giant man leaned back with a groan, a long fountain of blood splashed out of his nostrils, and he fell heavily to the ground.  Venigo didn¡¯t wait for the giant man to get up, and he rode on the giant man¡¯s body and blasted towards the giant man¡¯s head and face like machine cannons with his fists.  His merciless attack made the giant man scream, but no one shouted to stop.  On the contrary, the barbarians cheered excitedly, not at all unhappy that their comrades were being beaten.  In the midst of the cheers, Venigo beat the giant man until he passed out.  He stood up, raised his fists high, and let out a roar of victory.  "Not bad. Let me do it." A challenger appeared again among the barbarians.  This time, it was an old barbarian with white hair and beard.  Venigo looked at the opponent suspiciously. He did not underestimate the enemy.  However, for barbarians who rely on muscles for a living, can such a guy who is obviously thinner and older than the giant man really be stronger than the giant man?  Venigo took a tentative step forward, lunged forward, and jabbed!  Venigo¡¯s body may seem bulky at this time, but his speed is actually so fast that it would surprise sprinters, and his tentative jab is the fastest movement in boxing.  However, Venigo's jab failed.  He turned his body very quickly, raised his left arm, and instinctively protected his chest.     boom!  The old barbarian easily dodged Venigo's punch and gave him a hard blow with his backhand.  Fortunately, Venigo's reaction was quick enough and he successfully prevented the blow.  In the reflection of the old barbarian¡¯s brilliant white teeth, Venigo twisted his body sincerely and threw his heaviest punch with all his strength.  This swinging punch had the largest range and was incredibly fast, barely giving the old barbarian a chance to dodge.  The old man grinned again. With agility rare among barbarians, he jumped up high and stepped on Venigo's face from mid-air.  "No one taught you" Venigo snorted coldly, half-crouching down.  The old barbarian's foot knife scraped against Venigo's bald head and missed.?Venigo jumped up at this moment and swung a powerful uppercut upwards.  "¡ª¡ªYou can't just jump on my head!" Venigo shouted the second half of the sentence loudly.  His iron fist knocked the old barbarian away far away.  No, this feeling is not solid.  The old barbarian turned over and jumped up, spitting saliva mixed with blood and water, and moved his wrists as if nothing had happened.  There was no real fight The old guy flexibly deflected his body in mid-air, following Venigo's punch and releasing a considerable amount of power.  With the bodies of barbarians, it is difficult for ordinary fist attacks to cause damage to them.  " Moreover, this old guy's slightly skinny body is as hard as steel, but these hard muscles do not seem to prevent him from being as flexible as an orangutan.  "Go on." Venigo raised his finger at the old barbarian.  "I, the steely Gargaro!" the old barbarian introduced himself.  "I, the young fox, Venigo." Venigo nodded slightly as a courtesy.  As soon as he finished speaking, his body rushed out like a cannonball, and when the old barbarian Gargaro opened his mouth to speak, he punched out.  Generally speaking, it is difficult to exert your strength when speaking. This is an obvious flaw.  However, would Gargaro, who was obviously a veteran in the battlefield and fighting arena, really make such a mistake?  His steel-like arms made a blast sound close to the speed of sound with astonishing power and speed, and hit Venigo's chest fiercely.  A victorious smile appeared on Gargaro's face, but his smile froze in the next second.  Venigo grinned, showing his sharp white teeth. His thick right hand was placed across his chest, blocking Gargaro's straight punch and holding his fist instead.  "It's very fast and has strong defense, but" Venigo said slowly, "In terms of strength, I still have the advantage." Venigo slowly raised his right hand and lifted Gargaro off the ground.  Gargaro hit Venigo's chest hard, but with his feet off the ground and his right fist being buckled, he couldn't exert much power anyway.  Such power is like scratching an itch for Venigo.  Venigo violently threw Gargaro out, and before he landed, he sprinted and punched as fast as he could, hitting Gargaro in the air.  Under Venigo¡¯s violent power, Gargaro didn¡¯t fly far.  This special way of exerting force poured all the destructive power into Gargaro's body, exploding in an instant.  Gargaro immediately vomited out a mouthful of blood, fell to his knees and coughed.  "I'm old, I'm still old." Gargaro laughed and climbed up from the ground, waved his hands, and exited the circle.  Venigo curled his lips and said: "Unexpectedly, old guy, I am very interested in you." Venigo knew that this old barbarian's strength was more than that, because bare hands was the strongest state for Bison, and the barbarian  , you need suitable weapons.  They don¡¯t need armor, but they can¡¯t live without a handy ax or sword.  Venigo reached out and lightly bumped Gargaro¡¯s chest.  Gargaro laughed heartily, and also reached out and punched Venigo hard on the chest.  In agreement, a strange light flashed in both of their eyes.  Looking at her men "mingling together", Catherine didn't know what expression to use on her face.  But obviously, her old friend Kenlo was happy to see this situation. He laughed and pulled the queen to sit on a high seat decorated with cow bones and toasted to her.  Although she doesn¡¯t like drinking, Her Majesty the Queen still drank the large bowl of strong liquor without changing her expression.  Seeing this scene, the barbarians shouted loudly and knocked on the table in excitement.  ¡°Give me a bowl too.¡± Venigo stretched out his hand to Kenlo curiously.  This rude move made Kenlo very happy, and he immediately placed the golden bowl in front of him heavily in front of Venigo.  After drinking it all in one gulp, Venigo curled his lips and turned the golden bowl upside down in front of Kenlo.  "With all due respect, Brother Kenluo, your wine is really horse piss!" He said arrogantly, "Sophie, bring up our wine." Sophie walked over silently carrying two heavy wine cans.  He placed it lightly on the table in front of Ken Luo.  Venigo reached out and patted open the wine seal of a clay pot, lifted the large pot with one hand and poured a bowl for Kenlo, then walked away with a laugh, and went around the seats of the barbarians to pour a full bowl of strong liquor.  The barbarians didn¡¯t care about the turbidity and ugly yellow color in the wine. They smelled the aroma of strong wine, picked it up and drank it with laughter, then stood up and sang loudly.  "Compared with the wine brewed by the barbarians themselves from green fruits, wheat and animal blood, the wine brought by Venigo was stronger, more fragrant, and had a longer aftertaste. After one bowl, the barbarians immediately felt that all they had drunk before was horse urine.  "Old man??.  I help you make wine, you provide me with the materials, and pay me the compensation I deserve.  How about it?  "Wenigo stepped forward and hooked Kenlo's shoulders to discuss with him. "Okay!  "The barbarian replied without thinking. They don't know how to bargain. They make a deal when they think it's suitable. If it doesn't suit, they just flip the table. There is no such thing as "negotiation." A carriage of strong liquor is enough to buy the friendship of a barbarian tribe.
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