Chapter 4 Unlimited Class Struggle

  "Heavens......" The spirit fox let out a long, mournful sigh, covering her cheeks and muttering to herself in sorrow: "Foolish little white mouse..."

  As soon as someone started dueling on the boxing ring, all the mercenaries in the hall threw down their things and rushed over to watch the excitement.

  "Omo, knock this Chinese kid out in one second!"

  "Idiot, how did the captain get a Chinese? Looking for death!"

  “……”

  "The casino is open!" Amidst the laughter of onlookers, a sharp voice rang out: "Anyone want to place a bet? Anyone?"

  "Las Vegas' little punk gambler, do you still want to gamble?" Swarte sneered, his eyes disdainfully glancing at Zhao Ziyang.

  The situation before us is clear, how could a little kid who was picked up possibly beat Omo? Not to mention anything else, just the physical strength of Omo, which is comparable to that of a polar bear, would be enough to crush him to death. This duel doesn't have any suspense at all.

  "Ah?" The blade's eyes lit up, and his face was filled with a thick smile. He pulled out his checkbook from his pocket, wrote down an astronomical figure on it, waved it in front of Swort, and said extremely confidently: "Swort, I bet the special forces will win, dare you to make a bet?"

  Facing the razor-sharp blade that was almost driving him crazy, Swarte didn't think twice and pulled out his checkbook, writing down a number equal to the amount of the blade, indicating he had bet with the blade.

  。

  "Heh heh heh, is anyone else coming? Is anyone else coming?" Dao Feng was excited, as if he saw a large sum of US dollars pouring into his wallet, unstoppable.

  "I bet Omu can knock down this Chinese kid with one punch." Mandala smiled and threw a ring from his hand onto the table brought by Knife Edge, saying to Zhao Ziyang who was facing off against Omu on the boxing stage: "Hey, handsome, you're definitely going to be knocked down by Omu in one punch."

  Standing on the boxing ring facing off against Omo, Zhao Ziyang didn't hear this sentence at all. He was completely in a fighting state, staring intently at his opponent in front of him.

  The Omo in front of him was simply a terrifying monster, with one arm as thick as his own thigh, and the bulging muscles made people involuntarily think of ferocious dinosaurs.

  Compared to the opponent, I seem like a scrawny little kid with almost no chance of winning. Moreover, it has been proven that my punches and kicks have no effect on this Russian beast.

  "Gagaga..." Omo, with his arms bare, let out a strange cry, took a deep breath to maximize the bulge of his muscles, and exposed thick, rugged muscle fibers in front of everyone.

  Looking at the performance of the two on the boxing ring, Ling Huo hesitated for a long time before quickly pulling out a handful of US dollars and throwing them onto Knife Edge's table. He said to Zhao Zi Yang with a very embarrassed expression: "Special Forces, it's not that I don't stand on your side, but making money is really difficult for me, can you understand?"

  "Hahaha..." The knife edge laughed and whispered to the spirit fox: "You'll regret not taking the special forces, he's got a killer move."

  Staring with a pair of beautiful eyes, the fox gazed at Knife Edge for half a day, shook his head lightly and walked away, leaving Knife Edge bewildered.

  "Krieg, help me buy those two a drink." Saisei's voice came through the loudspeaker.

  "Flat Bureau?" The knife's edge was stunned.

  "Even money? Is the great Las Vegas gambler afraid to give odds?" Seth said with a jeering tone.

  。

  "Haha, what else can I bet on that the Las Vegas Kid Gambler wouldn't dare accept?" Knife Edge laughed and readily accepted Seth's bet.

  At this time, Dao Feng was overjoyed in his heart. He knew he had already won. Special forces were skilled in martial arts, how could they possibly lose?

  In a corner of the hall, stood a beautiful woman in a pale purple long dress: her elegant neck was as slender as a swan's, her nose was slightly upturned and below it was a red and moist mouth, her cheeks were full like goose eggs and radiated an inexplicable serenity. Her long eyelashes were slightly curled upwards, trembling lightly with the movement of her eyelids, especially those pure blue eyes that shone like stars, sparkling with a crystalline light, flashing with every serious movement, scattering dazzling brilliance, making people lose themselves in an instant.

  Her face was covered with a layer of frost that had not melted for thousands of years, quietly watching the two people fighting on the boxing ring.

  "Remember, this is an unlimited level fight." The sharp edge rushed onto the ring and shouted to both of them: "The rule is... there are no rules, start!"

  After finishing the rules, Knife Edge quickly jumped to the bottom of the boxing ring, waving his arms and shouting excitedly: "Special Forces, defeat Omo's big bear, Ese Kung Fu, Ahhh..."

  At this time, Zhao Ziyang made a move: he slowly stretched out his hand, raised his middle finger to Omo, and returned the insulting action to the other party. His eyes were full of invincibility and arrogance, and he didn't take Omo seriously at all.

  This is a strategy, strategic contempt and tactical emphasis. He must provoke Amo, otherwise there will be no opportunity.

  "Hiss......" A gasp echoed from below the stage, as if they had just witnessed this Chinese kid being beaten to death on the stage.

  "ROAR!!!!!" Ao Ming was clearly enraged by Zhao Zi Yang's actions, throwing his head back and letting out a beast-like roar.

  Just as he was about to make his move, Zhao Ziyang's body suddenly charged forward with a loud crash, exerting his strength and speed to the limit. In front of a powerful opponent, he would not wait for the other party to attack first, and must gain the initiative in the attack.

  Facing Zhao Ziyang's incoming attack, Ao Mo's face was full of disdain, puffing out his chest to withstand Zhao Ziyang's merciless blow.

  Bang!

  Aumo's chest was solidly hit by Zhao Ziyang, emitting a dull thud.

  。

  The audience below immediately burst into laughter, because Omo's body didn't even flinch, as if the punch was just Zhao Ziyang scratching an itch for him.

  "Hsss..." A sudden gust of wind sounded, and Ao Mo stretched out one arm, reversing his hand to heavily slap Zhao Zi Yang's face.

  "Bang", a dull sound rang out, Zhao Ziyang's body flew up under Omo's casual flick, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, he heavily smashed onto the edge of the boxing ring.

  "Oh no..." Seeing Zhao Ziyang being punched flying by Omo's knife edge, he covered his face and let out a mournful and painful voice.

  He was all too familiar with Omo's strength, and even if this special soldier had a powerful martial art, he couldn't withstand Omo's single punch. He's done for, finished, that damned special soldier, where is your powerful martial art now?

  His body convulsed violently under the brutal blows, and Zhao Ziyang lay on the boxing ring floor. Except for the ringing in his ears, he couldn't hear anything else. He struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt unusually heavy. A wave of scorching pain came from the right side of his cheek, as if the bones in his face had been shattered by Omo's fist. A warm, sticky sensation flowed out of his mouth and nose, accompanied by fresh blood.

  But his brain was clearer than ever, only the thinking of his brain could no longer control his limbs, and he couldn't even make a move to turn over and get up.

  "Haha... pay up, pay up!"

  Swore happily went to grab the ticket, Mandrake put on the ring he had bet on his hand, and then stretched out this hand towards the knife blade.

  "Hmm..." Ling Huo didn't hesitate to gather up his own money on the table, and with a flourish, he put it into the knife-sharp pocket of his clothes.

  "Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute, the match isn't over yet, you can't be like robbers!" The knife edge became urgent, and with force, it pulled out Ling Hu's hand from its own pocket and rushed to the side of the boxing ring next to Zhao Ziyang.

  "Haha, Special Forces, you can't just lose like that! Where's your ESE skills? Quickly get up and use your ESE skills to defeat Omo! You have to stand up like a man, come on, stand up and defeat the big dumb bear Omo, let him know the power of ESE skills!" Knife Edge was anxiously shouting into Zhao Ziyang's ear.

  He's betting on a dark horse, Chinese kid can't lose, if he loses, then he'll really lose big time.

  ！

  "Uh..." A low groan escaped from Zhao Ziyang's mouth as he finally managed to force his eyes open.

  He had just opened his eyes and immediately closed them again. His heavily injured face made him feel extremely dizzy when he saw the light.

  Zhao Ziyang knew that he and his opponent were fundamentally not on the same level, one punch had almost taken away half of his life, it can be imagined how strong his opponent was.

  He just had to get up, he had to get up. This is the world of mercenaries, a world for the strong, where the weak can't survive at all. If you want to be accepted and integrated, then there's only one way: fight.

  With a loud crash, Zhao Ziyang suddenly flipped over and jumped up, his body swaying as he stood up, wiping the fresh blood from his mouth and nose with one hand, grinning at Omo with a not-too-clear voice: "Still drinking milk? That's all your strength?"

  "Looking for trouble." Swarte glanced at Zhao Ziyang and hummed a sentence from his mouth.

  The narrator thinks that several mercenaries also look down on Zhao Ziyang, the outcome is already clear, he can't be a match for Omo.

  "Haha, I'm telling you, buddy, you gotta take down that bastard Omo, or else I'll really lose a lot of money." Dao Feng's face was full of pleading as he continued to urge Zhao Ziyang: "Quickly use your ESE skills, otherwise you won't be able to defeat Omo."

  Zhao Ziyang shook his head violently, driving away the dizzy feeling, and turned to ask Dao Feng: "What's his weakness?"

  The knife's edge shrugged its shoulders and furrowed its brow, uttering a sentence: "Oh, sorry, his weakness is that he has no weaknesses."

  "Got it." Zhao Ziyang nodded, spitting out a mouthful of blood and water, turning his body to face Omo Station.

  He carefully examined Omo again and found that, just as Kaito said, the Russian bear in front of him had no weaknesses at all. All his weak points were wrapped in solid muscles, even the muscles on the lowest ribcage were striped, wanting to knock him down with force was simply a fool's dream.

  The opponent is an absolute power-type player, and using one's weakness to attack their strength is absolutely not a good idea.

  "Hahahaha..." Ao Mo burst out laughing, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he disdainfully said to Zhao Zi Yang: "You little brat, just now I was being merciful, otherwise your cheekbone would have been shattered by my one punch, hahahaha... As long as you crawl through my legs, you won't need to suffer a beating, hahahahaha..."

  Zhao Ziyang showed no emotional fluctuations, his eyes fixed on Omo's constantly bobbing Adam's apple: It is impossible for a person to have no weaknesses, it's just that the problem has not been discovered yet.

  。

  "I'll take you down in three moves!" Zhao Ziyang's voice was full of disdain as he stretched out three fingers at Omo.

  The mercenaries under the platform laughed when they heard this, they simply did not believe Zhao Ziyang's words. Confidence is good, but blind confidence is arrogance, and it only invites ridicule.

  In the mercenaries' disdainful laughter, Zhao Ziyang's body flashed towards Omo like lightning, his whole person like a nimble cheetah, full of speed and explosive power.

  "ROAR!!!" A loud roar burst out of Ao Mo's mouth as he charged at Zhao Zi Yang with a relentless fist.

  A vinegar jar-like fist cut through the air in a perfect arc, fiercely stabbing towards Zhao Ziyang's chest. The sharp whistling sound of the fist breaking through the air made everyone feel the terror of this punch.

  Staring at the fist coming straight for him, Zhao Ziyang fiercely licked his lips and continued to charge forward.

  "My goodness, my little white mouse!" The spirit fox let out a pained cry, covering her eyes with her hands and not daring to look at the sight of Zhao Zi Yang's chest bone being smashed into pieces by Ao Mo.

  What happened next was predictable: Zhao Ziyang being knocked flying by a single punch from Ao Mo. The mercenaries' faces already showed the expression of having seen the result. But this expression only flashed on their faces for an instant, and then surprise surged up.

  Zhao Ziyang, who was facing Omo, spun around clockwise in an eerie manner the moment he was hit by his opponent's fist on the chest. He swiftly moved behind Omo, placing both hands on his shoulders, and then suddenly jumped up, kneeling on Omo's shoulders and clamping his legs around his head.

  "Ahhh!!!"

  A furious roar burst from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, his whole body desperately twisting his waist, using the strength of his waist to violently twist Omo's neck, wanting to snap Omo's neck alive.

  The stunned mercenaries under the stage can no longer stop this unlimited-level fight, and they have no right to stop it either. Unlimited level means losing control of life and death!