Chapter 5: Arrogant and Overbearing

  With a "crack", under Zhao Ziyang's violent twist, Ao Mo's neck bone emitted a crisp sound.

  Accompanied by the sound of cracking neck bones, Ao Mo's face showed a painful expression, with bulging veins and muscles on his neck going wild to protect his cervical spine, countering Zhao Ziyang's twisting legs.

  "ROAR!!!!!" Another loud roar came out of Zhao Zi Yang's mouth, his face began to distort and contort, with bulging veins. The neck between his legs suddenly exerted a powerful force trying to break free from his control, forcing him to twist his waist again to launch an attack.

  "Ka...ba!" The crisp sound rang out again, Zhao Ziyang's power was driven to the limit, but only managed to twist Omo's neck to one side, far from being able to defeat him with a single move.

  The swollen muscle mass on Omo's neck made the clamping force of his legs gradually loosen, and the strength was no longer enough to cause heavy damage to Omo.

  "Ahhhroooo..." A beast-like howl burst from Omo's mouth, he resisted Zhao Ziyang's legs with his neck, then slowly twisted his neck back to normal. The bulging muscles on his neck were like a steel ring tightly protecting Omo's cervical vertebrae, making him look more like a prehistoric monster.

  "With a shout, Ao Mo stretched out his hands to grab Zhao Zi Yang who was still riding on his neck, wanting to tear him apart alive."

  Seeing the opponent's grasping hands, Zhao Ziyang immediately gave up on the attack that couldn't harm the opponent and slid down from Omo's back. In an instant, his right hand hooked around Omo's chin, pulling Omo's body heavily towards the ground.

  Under Zhao Ziyang's swift and forceful hook, Omo's massive body lost its balance and leaned backward, on the verge of falling to the ground.

  At this moment, Ao Mo's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth, suddenly lowering his head and pinning Zhao Ziyang's right hand under his chin, then slamming forward.

  Only then did Zhao Ziyang's body fly forward under the force of Omo's head, heavily slamming onto the ground.

  "With a loud crash, Zhao Ziyang felt that all the bones in his body were about to scatter. He had not expected Ao Mo's strength to be so formidable, even the fragile neck and head were so fierce. He was fundamentally unable to attack the opponent's throat, where it was locked by muscle strips, and his fingers couldn't even get a grip."

  。

  Aomu went berserk from the impact of Zhao Ziyang's counterattack, his muscles bulging again as he let out a furious roar.

  "Roar!......"

  Accompanied by a loud roar, Ao Mo grabbed Zhao Ziyang from the ground with one hand and swung his fist towards his abdomen.

  "Bang!", a dull explosive sound was heard, and I felt my body being struck by a huge iron hammer, with all the contents of my chest and abdomen squeezed together, emitting an unbearable pain.

  Under this pain, a strong sweetness surged up the throat and uncontrollably spat out.

  "Pffft", a mouthful of fresh blood heavily spat onto Omo's face, instantly covering Omo's eyes with a red veil.

  Zhao Ziyang's face twisted in agony, and with a burst of strength, he struck the wrist that O'Mo was using to hold him, forcing O'Mo to release his grip.

  The moment he landed, Zhao Zi Yang's body quickly went limp, the unbearable pain in his chest and abdomen left him without even the strength to stand.

  "Bang", Zhao Ziyang's body, which had just landed, flew out of the ring. He was kicked out by Omo's massive right leg, and his entire person floated lightly like a feather without any support, flying out of the ring.

  With a loud crash, Zhao Ziyang spewed out fresh blood and fell to the floor of the great hall, his whole body sinking into a semi-coma. As his body convulsed uncontrollably, bright red blood continued to gush from the corner of his mouth, staining the floor beneath him a dark reddish hue.

  Cramping waves swept through his entire body, his hands and feet lost all their strength, and he couldn't even complete a self-protective curling action.

  "ROAR!!!!!" On the boxing ring, Omo stretched out his hands and let out a loud roar, pounding his chest with force, exuding an aura of invincibility.

  The mercenaries then set their eyes on the woman in a pale purple long dress, watching her walk to Zhao Ziyang who still had half his life left.

  "A latent person doesn't need a reckless fool." The woman's mouth spat out an icy voice, disdainfully looking at Zhao Ziyang lying at her feet.

  Dazed and confused, Zhao Ziyang heard this cold voice, he wanted to refute it, but somehow couldn't open his mouth to speak.

  His chest and abdomen were gripped with cramps that held his nervous system in control, and he could only express his current thoughts through convulsions.

  "This is not your world." The woman uttered another icy sentence and turned elegantly around to walk away.

  Zhao Ziyang clearly heard the sentence, with a sense of dignity being completely trampled. He didn't know who this woman was who spoke to him, but he knew she looked down on him. The blood feud of his comrades needed to be avenged, and he wanted to survive in this world, becoming strong enough that no one dared look down on him. From the moment he asked to join, he stopped considering himself a normal person. This place would become his stage, where all his wildness and madness would be unleashed.

  "Pffft! Pffft!" Two mouthfuls of fresh blood spurted out, and Zhao Ziyang miraculously stood up in the eyes of everyone, staggering towards the woman in front.

  It seemed that she had heard the sound coming from behind, the woman stopped in her tracks and turned around, staring coldly at Zhao Zi Yang who walked up to her, looking disdainfully at Zhao Zi Yang's face which was covered in blood, as if wanting to see what this reckless man could say.

  "Women..." Zhao Ziyang stretched out a finger, his eyes somewhat blurred, but after staring at the other's face, the blur began to gather and gradually clear up.

  After regaining his composure, Zhao Ziyang stood firm and made a move that left everyone stunned: he stretched out his hand to grab the other person's neck, opened his mouth and bit towards her lips!

  Fresh blood stained the woman's lips red, a salty taste flowing into her mouth.

  "Hahaha......" Zhao Ziyang licked his lips and burst into a manic laughter, turning around to walk towards the boxing ring in search of Omo.

  "Heavens..." The spirit fox closed her eyes, making a praying gesture, and muttered to herself: "Holy Mother Mary, forgive this ignorant little white mouse, he doesn't know that's Deputy Captain Night Rose Ange..."

  Other mercenaries stared with wide eyes at Night Rose, who was covered in blood. They never thought that this Chinese kid would actually take down the deputy commander like that, and with such arrogance and disdain...

  Ye Xiangye, who had been subjected to Zhao Ziyang's forced kiss, didn't say a word. Her face was frozen in an icy expression that grew thicker by the second, making anyone who looked at her feel like they were about to catch a cold.

  "Special forces, you're done..." The knife's edge muttered.

  On her perfectly icy face like a night rose, beneath the ice, volcanic lava is revealed, enough to devour everything.

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  "Ahh! Get this Chinese man killed for me!!!" A furious roar came out of Ye Hua's mouth, then she turned around heavily and walked towards her own room.

  Capable of provoking Night Rose to the point of volcanic eruption, Zhao Ziyang was the first person. Everyone knows about Night Rose's elegance and nobility, because she is indeed a standard genuine aristocrat by birth, with emotions not revealed on her face...

  "I'd be happy to serve you, hehehe...!" Ao Mo's mouth split open in a wide grin, his eyes gleaming with intense killing intent as he gazed at Zhao Zi Yang.

  Zhao Ziyang's eyes, looking at Omo, were filled with disdain. He wiped the blood off his face and sneered at Omo, saying: "Your heart is very weak, man, how can you listen to a woman?"

  These words fell into Aomo's ears without any impact on his mood, and in his heart, there was no distinction between men and women. He listened to Ye Xiang's words not only because the other party was the deputy captain, but also because the other party had a strong power that no man could match.

  Night rose, blooming in the night of blood roses.

  "You're dead meat!" Omo stuck out his tongue and licked his lips fiercely, his face full of undisguised murderous intent.

  "The third move." Zhao Ziyang opened his mouth and lightly spat out these three words, then let out a deep, sonorous growl, narrowing his eyes like a fierce lion as he pounced towards Omo.

  He's asking for death, anyone can see that Zhao Ziyang is looking for death. No one dares to confront Omo head-on, not even a real male lion would dare, or it would be knocked flying with just one punch from Omo.

  "ROAR!!!" A thunderous roar burst forth from Omo's mouth as he charged towards Zhao Ziyang with his massive strides, arms outstretched, intent on tearing the Chinese youngster limb from limb.

  Two people collided fiercely like two wild beasts, without any hesitation or retreat, fully revealing their ferocity.

  Just as the two bodies were about to collide and Zhao Ziyang was bound to be knocked flying, another strange occurrence took place.

  Zhao Ziyang suddenly used a move that no one had thought of: his body, under the effect of habitual running, suddenly crouched down and slid forward, unbelievably slipping between Omar's legs.

  Then he suddenly opened his originally narrowed eyes and stretched out his fist upwards with a fierce punch.

  。

  Bang!

  The sound of fists colliding with flesh sent a palpable tremor through every heart. Especially the men, who felt a sharp pang, their bodies involuntarily shuddering once.

  "Egg egg ah......" Jian Feng's face twitched violently as he silently turned his head away.

  At this time, Omar's body was motionless, his mouth wide open, eyes staring round and round, both hands covering his crotch, then slowly leaning forward, finally crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

  "Ahhhhh!!!!!!!……" A pig-like scream came out of Omo's mouth, his face turned purple-red, both hands covering his crotch as he rolled around on the boxing ring, trying to alleviate the unbearable pain in his crotch.

  Zhao Ziyang's heavy fist struck his groin, and the strong and monstrous man couldn't withstand it. Omo had no weaknesses, but he was a man after all...

  "You, can't do it." Zhao Ziyang stumbled up, shaking and swaying, and shouted out a victorious phrase as Omo vomited onto the ground, before his body went limp and he fell to the boxing ring.

  "Wow......!!!!! Special forces, good job, wow wow wow... what a skill! Wow wow wow..." The knife edge was crazily spinning around the boxing ring in circles, desperately cheering for Zhao Ziyang.

  "Damn it!" Swarte cursed heavily, muttering to himself: "Obviously the egg was smashed, where did that ese skill come from... But this Chinese kid still has some skills."

  "Cough...cough..." The loudspeaker transmitted Seth's coughing, then the kid said with a pleased tone: "Sorry about that, I won. It's a tie, and the special forces guy seems to have fainted."

  The cheers stopped abruptly as Dao Feng looked at Zhao Ziyang lying on the boxing ring, exchanging glances with a group of mercenaries: it wasn't them who won, but that bastard Seth...

  "Clap, clap, clap..." A round of applause came, and Team Leader Black Eagle walked out, looking satisfied at Zhao Ziyang lying on the boxing ring. He smiled and said to the mercenaries: "It seems we really need to add an Oriental person, but he still needs a series of intense training, Swarte? Pandora?"

  "It's me!" Night Rose's icy voice rang out.

  Her blue eyes shone with a sharp light like an ice pick, fiercely piercing Zhao Ziyang lying on the boxing ring...