Chapter 31 Masked Strongman

The warrior who launched the challenge couldn't help but be angry when he saw that the masked man he was selected didn't even look at him. The first attack used all his strength and ran to the masked man with all his strength. The sand on the ground rolled up dust after every time he landed. Such a momentum showed the strength of the real master vividly.

When the masked man saw such a desperate attack, he frowned helplessly. Although he was still standing still, he couldn't take his eyes off his eyes to look at such a crazy opponent.

The speed of the warrior's running continues to become faster. With the acceleration of the speed, the strong wind brought by the fist is increasing exponentially, and the true spirit is also constantly wrapped around the fist. No one present will question the strength of this fist.

It's closer and closer. When the masked man saw the other party attacking immediately, he did not advance but retreat. He gently jumped back. The speed was not fast, but this jump was the same as the direction of the other party, which could somewhat reduce some impact.

The warrior ran very fast. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the masked man. The former jumped forward and the latter jumped back. The masked man's hands were in front of him and caught the punch. Because he was still jumping in the air, his feet had not yet fallen to the ground. The two stopped in the air one attack and one after. .

The challenging warrior's punch has been exhausted, but the masked youth completely blocked the blow from inertia. His feet suddenly kicked up, and now the other party did not expect that the masked youth would fight back at this time, and his hand was sealed by the other party and could not escape in the air.

With a "pop", the masked young man's feet hit the warrior's jaw, and the latter flew back feebly, but the masked young man would not miss this opportunity. An arrow step up the top, his wrist clasped the opponent's throat, pressed down, and the warrior fell to the ground.

The masked young man smiled and looked at the hardcover young man who was pressed on the ground: "I'm sorry, it seems that it's only been a minute. Why can't it work?"

The latter stared at him and held him down. He was angry and wanted to continue to fight, but his throat was tightly clasped. Unwilling, after countless efforts, he was still knocked down by the naked reality at this last level. The strength of the other party is indeed above him. What can he do if he is unwilling?

Warriors, the highest honor in this tribe, countless tribal people have worked hard for this goal all their lives, but they still haven't reached this height, become warriors and come here. They are very excellent. They can fight face to face with real warriors in the next step after arriving here. These are not only rely on Efforts can be reached, and the selection is not difficult.

The masked man looked at the opponent in front of him with a smile and grabbed the opponent's wrist and took it back. In his opinion, all this is taken for granted. The selection of warriors may be more important than life for the warriors defeated by him, but for the masked man, it is just a game to fight against people who are weaker than himself.

The warriors reluctantly walked aside, their eyes were lax, and all their efforts were over, only one step away, but the distance from this step was too far. Although the arrogant performance of the masked people was disgusting, there was no doubt about their strength. They were indeed the strong men who represented the highest combat power of the tribe.

The battle in the blink of an eye made all the warriors who came here take a breath. This is the gap in strength between warriors and warriors, and this is the barrier that warriors can't overcome.

The masked man jumped and returned to a cylinder that belonged to him again. He stood there proudly and looked down at countless people below, but everyone knew that he was qualified to have this kind of pride.

With the defeat of the warrior, other confident people looked up at these masked "monsters" with fear.

After a quiet moment, Mu Chen also watched the dramatic battle with fun. The strength of these tribal warriors was not to challenge these people at all.

Finally, a big man came out, looked up at five people, and finally chose the shortest masked man, even less than 1.6 meters tall. The cold mask can block her face, but it can't cover her dark hair. Obviously, this is a girl. Although she can't see her face, she can still guess that she must be a beautiful woman.

This choice of a big man is also human nature. After all, among the five masked people, this girl seems to be the weakest one, and she is the youngest, and the level of cultivation will not be much higher.

But how can a person's strength be so easy to see? Mu Chen looked at the big man with sympathetic eyes. With the sixth-class real strength of this masked girl, it is not an easy to say that he can kill this real man in seconds.

The masked girl jumped from a small cylinder. Although there were no other masked people's arrogance in her eyes, her pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of dead ashes and had no interest at all, which was like a boring task for her and had to be carried out in person.

Opposite the masked girl is a big man full of muscles. He looks at his opponent confidently. The "clack" sound of disgusting bones in the deep muscles is like a noise.

With an unpleasant arrogant smile on the corners of his mouth, he looked at the masked girl, and his eyes glowed from time to time: "Little sister, since you are already a warrior, I won't keep it."

Although the muscular man saw that his opponent was a girl, his naked status still kept reminding him that even if the opposite was a three-year-old doll, he still had to do his best.

"It's disgusting. The lumpy meat on your body makes me sick. You'd better go quickly." The voice of the young girl came from this masked petite body, which was full of boredom and contempt.

The big man who has always been proud of his strong muscles can't help but be angry after hearing this. A small layer of light white true air floats around the big man like a mist. Against the background of these true spirit, the strong and scary muscles look much stronger.

Even Mu Chen admires the muscles of this big man. He can practice to this extent, and there is not much better than him at the same level.

The big man clenched his fists, his face turned red, and the painful expression spread to his whole face, as if he was trying to control something, but this control seemed to be too painful. The whole person was wrapped in a thick layer of muscles. Suddenly, countless meridians actually broke through layers of muscles, which was very obvious and heavy. The slightly cyan veins in the strong muscles are like the marks in the ancient porcelain, which fit almost perfectly.

Strong muscles, against the background of such prominent veins, the power of tongue-p, permeates every corner as if it can be seen with the naked eye.

At this time, except for Mu Chen, the warriors who came to select the warriors thought that the winner of this game would be the muscular man, while the condescending masked man looked at the man gloatingly. They obviously believed that the strength of the man was not enough to fight against the masked girl.

"It's getting more and more disgusting!" The face under the mask of the mask frowned slightly and shouted in a low voice. Her disgusted eyes kept looking at the big man's body, as if she were looking at something dirty.

The big man clenched his fists and quickly ran to the masked girl. In terms of strength and defense, he had absolute self-confidence, and the source of self-confidence was the strong muscles that reached the extreme.

Mu Chen doesn't care about the way the big man's practice of body to improve his combat effectiveness. He believes that no matter how strong the big man's muscles are, no matter how much he has paid or worked hard, if it is compared with the muscles of the silver wolf, no matter how strong he is, no matter how strong he is, he is like a clown. , can never be surpassed.

Looking at the approaching man, the masked girl sighed, "People say that you are disgusting and have to run to me." With that, the slender palm grabbed the void, and a white streamer condensed in her hand. Although it was a move for attack, such a move was still extremely soft.

Holding the white energy arrow in his hand, he looked at the man who was still approaching. Then, with a wave of his slender palm, the white energy arrow cut through the sky and flew towards the big man like a meteor. The speed was so fast that the latter even thought it was a very special light, but when the "light" shone When it came to myself, the proud absolutely defensive muscles, like tofu, shot through the arm with this white light sword, and blood kept constantly.

At this time, the proud eyes of the big man had all dissipated, and were replaced by the fear and shock of his eyes.