"How dare you touch my crew and provoke me? Are you ready to die?”Luo Nan smiled. His smile was so cold and sinister.
Seeing this, Krimanth knew that he wouldn't let her off so easily. He took a deep breath and pulled himself together.
Even if Ronan was stronger than him, he was not completely defenseless. He, Krimanns, was one of the best in his generation of CP9. How could he not be able to deal with an aptitude user with the stone weapon in his hand?
As she hypnotized herself, Krimanns broke free from Ronan's oppressive aura.
"Lannister Ronan, you've committed a heinous crime. I'll capture you today and bring you to Justice Island for trial!”Two chains made of seashore stone were wrapped around Krimanns 'arms, and he assumed an offensive stance.
"Hmph," Ronan snorted to express his disdain. If he used a cannon, why would he need a navy? CP9 would always be a rat in the gutter. Now that the rat wanted to go out on the streets, who would die if you didn't?
"Cut the crap. Do you think your CP9 team only relies on your mouth to complete missions? If you really want to catch me, show me your strength.”While his subordinates were being healed by Phil, Ronan was too lazy to say anything to this obviously dim-witted CP9. He planned to start fighting.
“......”Krimanns tightened the chain on his arm and rubbed the soles of his feet against the solid ground.
An afterimage flashed past. Krimanns, who was originally in front of a group of agents, instantly disappeared and appeared behind Ronan.
The word "shave"
only drifted into Ronan's ears when he revealed himself.
Finger Spear!
Although the move was called Finger Spear, Crimanus 'fingers turned into fists and hammered Ronan's head.
I've been waiting for you!
Ronan roared. Wen Se had already predicted his opponent's movements. His right hand hooked and pulled at Kerimans along the spot where the seashore stone chain was not entangled. The fist that was originally aimed at Ronan seemed to have lost its aim, and Kerimans 'body suddenly lost its center of gravity.
He wanted to use paper to hide, but Ronan had dealt with so many CP9 agents in the North Sea. How could he not be prepared? The Rust Fruit's ability was activated, and Krimanns 'body froze. His entire body rusted, and the paper painting that he was activating couldn't be activated.
Even the activated paper was forcefully stopped, let alone the iron block that hadn't been activated yet? All of his defenses had collapsed in an instant. He took advantage of this opportunity.
"Let's go!" Ronan leaped up and gave the guy a flying kick on the head.
Like a cannonball being fired, Krimanns was kicked away by Ronan. He rolled on the ground, bounced up, and rolled again, as if he was skipping water. He crashed into the formation of the CP9 agents.
Looking at him now, he no longer looked like an elite. Half of his golden hair had been rubbed off by the ground as if it had been bitten by a dog. His clothes were no longer worn out, his nose bridge had completely caved in, and his teeth had been shattered by Ronan's corrosive kick.
He was covered in blood like a beggar.
With the help of the agents, Krimanns stood up trembling. He looked at Ronan in fear and kept spitting blood.
However, Ronan did not intend to let go of this group of CP9s who dared to provoke him. If he did not teach them a lesson, they would really think that he was easy to bully.
Ronan didn't draw his sword. He just charged into the crowd like a ferocious tiger descending a mountain. The faint decaying aura of the Rust Fruit's ability spread out between his fists and feet, and wherever he passed, people were thrown off their feet.
The agents did not receive the order to retreat, so they naturally refused to escape. However, no matter who it was, they would not be able to escape from Ronan's fist. Even if someone used a weapon to block, they could not stop Ronan's fist that had the ability to rust.
Soon, the matchless mowing ended, and the result was that the CP9s were lying on the ground wailing in pain. All of them had broken bones and tendons, and there was no lack of people who were directly killed by Ronan's punch.
Ronan stepped on Krisman's chest and exerted a little force. Two of his already few intact ribs broke.
Squatting down, Ronan sized up the dying Krisman."I say, why are you guys looking for trouble with me when you have nothing better to do? He
picked up a piece of foxtail grass from the side and scratched it on Krisman's face."Remember, when you accept missions in the future, remember to use your brain and see your opponent's strength before attacking."”
"Today, I don't want to kill you. After all, you guys are the main force of CP9. If I kill you and accidentally attract the Demon Slayer Token, it won't be good. So, you're lucky. I don't plan to kill you all, but you're an exception.”
"I have a coin here." Ronan took out a gold coin from his pocket. "It has two sides. Do you know what I mean?"
Ronan kicked Christman's cheek.
"Could it be…* Cough * Use the front and back of the coin to decide my life and death..." Although Krisman was already in a daze, he didn't dare to be careless when it came to matters concerning his life. He hurriedly replied.
"Bingo! That's right, that's indeed the case." Ronan nodded.
Seeing that there was hope of saving his life, Christman looked at Ronan with a hopeful gaze.
"However, the rules here are a little special. Heaven faces left, and hell faces right. In other words, only when the coin stands up will you have a chance of escaping ~" Ronan revealed a smile that was no different from a demon in Krisman's eyes and tossed the coin into the sky.
The coin spun and landed on the ground, spinning non-stop. Krisman's eyes were fixed on the coin. Neutral, neutral, neutral! He kept repeating in his heart.
Pa!
The last coin was still on the ground, and the side facing up was the opposite side.
"It seems like even the heavens don't want people like you to live. If you die, you'll have to go to hell." Ronan unsheathed his Lightning Cut as he spoke and chopped off Krisman's head.
Looking at the fearful eyes of the CP9 agents around him, Ronan snorted and ignored them. The path he chose was ultimately a path filled with killing. Moreover, he had given Krisman a chance, hadn't he?
He took the towel from Monet and wiped his hands."Morrie, go inform the sheriff to come out and clean the floor!”
"Thank you for your help."
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