Chapter 660 [Seven Kills, Break the Army and Fight the Heroes] Four

Chen Hui's shocked expression froze on the faces of many players and members of the organizing committee. Because of his weak strength, they can't tell how strong Pei Donglai is, but they can be sure that in terms of speed alone, Pei Donglai is not inferior to Su Bodhi and Batian.

That is to say, with the speed of terror, Pei Donglai has the capital to compete with Su Bodhi and Batian, which is equivalent to having the qualification to compete for the championship.

Later, while most people were still in shock, Pei Donglai walked silently off the martial arts field as he did before.

At the same time, the military doctor in charge of emergency treatment of the wounded rushed to Park Jiyong on a stretcher as soon as possible.

"Report, sir, he is still breathing, but his head is seriously injured and needs immediate surgery." After several military doctors quickly carried Park Ji-yong, who had collapsed and his flesh and blood, onto the stretcher, the leading military doctor immediately reported to Tosk, the head of the organizing committee.

"Exeurgie him immediately!" Tosk quickly gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

saluted the head of the military doctor, and then quickly went to the medical room of the base with Park Ji-yong, who had been in a coma with several other military doctors.

Seeing this scene, almost everyone understood that even if Park Ji-yong could be saved by chance, he would leave an indelible shadow and even lose the courage to continue to live in this world.

A life is not as good as death.

This will become a true portrayal of Park Ji-yong in the future.

It's also Pei Donglai's fight back to Park Jiyong!

"It seems that the strength of the little bitch has improved."

Unlike those weak players and members of the organizing committee, Su Bodi can not only see what Pei Donglai has just done, but also judge Pei Donglai's strength through Pei Donglai's action.

For Pei Donglai's improvement in strength, she first felt a little surprised, and then shook her head with a complicated face: "It's just... the increase is too small, and it can only be regarded as a generalized warrior."

Obviously... In her opinion, with the strength that Pei Donglai just showed, although it has improved compared with two months ago, it is still impossible to defeat Merck!

"Hey, only this kind of strength dares to win the championship. It's really funny!"

Batian originally thought that Pei Donglai's strength might have reached the peak of the eighth-level warrior (the peak of great strength), but now after finding that Pei Donglai's strength can only be comparable to that of an ordinary eighth-level soldier, he sneered in his heart.

As for Merck, there was a little sarcasm in his indifferent eyes, as if he was mocking Pei Donglai's behavior of being too much to say harsh words.

"Hey, these fools*, difficult... Do they think that Donglai has this strength?"

seemed to be aware of the sarcasm and disdain of Batian and Merck. Xiao Kuang was no longer annoyed, but full of expectations, expecting Pei Donglai to hit his face with practical actions in the game like just now.

In addition to expectation, Xiao Kuang did not say it carelessly, but punched Pei Donglai, who returned to the team with a smile, and hit Pei Donglai's chest lightly and seriously as a sign of congratulations.

Chen Ying, Wang Kui and Sun Blade also looked at Pei Donglai with a bright smile.

"Brother Crazy, the strength of that Gler is the peak strength of the seven-level warrior, which is equivalent to the best in the entry-level realm. You should be careful to fight."

In the face of the congratulations of Xiao Kuang, Pei Donglai did not show any joy of the winner. It seemed that he had just done something reasonable. Later, he hesitated for a moment and reminded Xiao Kuang.

Xiao Kuang seemed to sense something when he heard the words. He turned his head and suddenly found that Geller was looking at Pei Donglai with a frightened look. He couldn't help laughing: "The best martial artist? I'll play with him slowly."

Xiao Kuang's confident words sounded in his ears, and he felt Xiao Kuang's innate arrogance. Pei Donglai smiled bitterly in his heart. He knew that his reminder did not play a big role, but he believed that Xiao Kuang, who was accepted as a closed disciple of the Dragon King Ye Gucheng and taught the killing moves at Force, but it is not a big problem to compete with Geller, and it can even kill Geller by killing.

Pei Donglai knew this, but Gele didn't know it.

He was originally inexplicably afraid of Pei Donglai because of Pei Donglai's behavior of beating Park Zhiyong, but when he found that Xiao Kuang looked at him with a disdainful face, he was nameless - Pei Donglai was strong, but where do you dare to despise me?

In an instant, Xiao Kuang and Geller's eyes met in the air, stirring out an invisible spark. Both sides felt each other's fighting spirit and murderous intention.

Then, Gele withdrew his eyes and whispered something to his teammate named John behind him.

Because he was in the same group as Pei Donglai, plus the conflict between the Chinese Dragon Soul Special Forces and the British Royal Special Forces before the game, after seeing the strength of Pei Donglai, John's fear of Pei Donglai was simply too much compared with Geller, and he even had the idea of giving up the game.

But... After GLE comforted him, he adjusted his mentality and entered the competition field to fight fiercely with the participant from the Israeli special forces. Finally, he disabled the member of the Israeli special forces with a slight advantage and successfully promoted.

Gele was very satisfied with this result, but John knew that his fighting game would stop here - even if he was given ten courage, he would not dare to fight against Pei Donglai, which would not only bring shame to the British Royal Special Forces, but also let him go to Satan to discuss his life!

Of all the participating groups, Group F is the weakest group overall strength, and the strength of the four players is at the end of all the participating fighting players.

But... beyond everyone's expectation, because the strength of the four players in Group F is the closest, their competition has also become the most intense competition, and also the most time-consuming competition.

"Next, the first game of Group G will be played by German special forces captain Podore against the U.S. Delta special forces Merck."

When the game of Group F was over, Ostov got up again to host the game. While he opened his mouth, he couldn't help looking at Bodall, the captain of the German special forces. He seemed to remind Podall of something intentionally or unintentionally, but on the surface, he still said as usual: "Please enter the participants

"Wow!"

Perhaps he was aware of Ostov's reminder, or maybe because he knew the murderous name of Merck's hand, Ostov's words had just fallen. Everyone, including Pei Donglai, turned their eyes to the German special forces captain Podor, waiting for Podor's decision to admit defeat or die in battle!

In the gaze of everyone, Bodall turned around and stretched out his hand to the three comrades-in-arms with complex faces.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The remaining three members of the German special forces were red-eyed, gritted their teeth, and put their hands on Podor's hand one after another to show unity and encouragement.

"Only move forward, no retreat!"

The tragic and loud slogan of the German Ninth Border Defense Brigade sounded, and a rare smile appeared on Bodol's always rigid face, and then... He resolutely pulled out his palm, turned around, and strode to the martial arts platform.

In the sun, he straightened his backbone, his pace was steady and powerful, and his expression was solemn, like a dead man in the war. He knew that he would sacrifice as long as he participated in the battle, but he did not hesitate!

"Hory!"

Seeing this scene, Pei Donglai seemed to be infected. He couldn't help roaring and salute solemnly to the fading back as a tribute.

"Wow! Oh!! Oh!! "Oh!"

Hearing Pei Donglai's low voice, Xiao Kuang and the four of them saluted Podore's back for the first time.

"Sh...Sh...Sh..."

Later, one team member after another saluted, and in the end, even the members of the organizing committee in the audience and the five mercenary kings paid tribute to Bodor in the form of salute.

Among the salutes, there are no four members left of the South Korean 707 Special Forces. They hate Pei Dong because of Park Ji-yong's being disabled. How can they be in the mood to care about the life and death of others?

There are also no salutes from the U.S. Delta Special Forces. For them, they can be regarded as the enemy of the German Ninth Border Brigade at this moment, and naturally they will not salute the enemy before the game begins.

Perhaps he didn't expect that Bodore resolutely chose to fight on the premise that he would die. A trace of surprise flashed in Merck's eyes, and then he completely regained his previous indifference.

That is the indifference to Podore's participation in the war without hesitation, and also the indifference to life!

A cold murderous atmosphere unconsciously emerged from Merck's body. He walked to the martial arts arena indifferently, like a killer machine.

On the martial arts field, Bodall, who arrived early, looked at Merck's entry with a stern face.

Entering the field, Merck did not stop, but walked straight to Bodall. At the same time, his murderous spirit became stronger and stronger, and his cold eyes locked on Bodall, as if he had directly announced Bodall's death sentence.

Feeling the crazy murderous intention from Merck's body, looking at Merck's cold eyes, Bodall only felt as if he had fallen into the ice cellar, cold from head to toe.

He tried to move his steps, but found that his feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move half a step at all. He could only watch Merck walk towards him step by step.

He knew that he was shocked by Merck's terrible murderous spirit, and now he used his tenacious willpower to resist.

Just——

Merck, who was stained with countless blood, was completely piled up of the blood of those who died in his hands. It was so horrible that ordinary people could not imagine it, so that Bodall still tried his best to compete.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters...

With the shortening of the distance between Merck and Podore, everyone, including Pei Donglai, clearly saw that there was a cold sweat on Podore's forehead, and his body shivered uncontrollably, as if he was struggling for the last time.

"Forward!!"

Later, when Merck was only three meters away from Bodall, Bodall finally resisted Merck's murderous intention with tenacious willpower, roared, turned his hand into a knife, and stabbed Merck's throat.

"Bang!"

Merck reached out and patted it casually, shook Bodall's knife, and then... turned his palm into a grab, and his five fingers stuck Podall's neck like iron pliers, and gently pinched it.

"Cry--"

The crisp sound came out, and Bodall's neck was directly pinched by Merck and died.

"Wow!"

Killed Bodall with one blow, and Merck threw it casually, just like throwing garbage, and directly threw Bodor's body out of the field.

After all this,

He looked at Pei Dong intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was saying: You will be like him! RS