The big white man ignored Sun Jun's surprise. His body shot out like a cannonball, and the flesh and veins in his body circulated beyond the load of ordinary people. He raised his right fist high and suddenly smashed it toward the messenger alien.
"Hiss…Ah…"
The messenger xenomorph roared and twisted its body, swinging its tail fiercely. The bald white man saw this and turned his fist into a claw, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Dragon Claw Hand!"
He shouted in Chinese with an accent. He curled his three fingers and his sharp nails formed the shape of a dragon claw. It was as if a huge dragon that was faintly discernible in the clouds had reached out its claws to hunt, or it was like the legendary Dragon-subduing Arhat of Buddhism.
Dragon Catching Claw!
His claws followed and grabbed the messenger's long tail in the air. His hands tightened like a vice as he stomped on the ground. His skin was pale red, as if blood was flowing through his body like a river. At this moment, he opened his mouth.
"Dragon Elephant Throw!"
The Dragon Elephant Throw was an offensive technique of the Tantra's Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. It trained one's body to have the strength of a dragon and elephant, and threw the prey out with great force. The impact was enough to shatter his internal organs and throw him into the eighteen levels of hell!
"Ah…"
The huge force from the tail of the Alien Messenger caused it to lose its balance and fall to the ground. Then, its body was mercilessly pulled up, and like a rag doll, it was thrown out by the bald man.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The messenger xenomorph smashed through the hard cement wall. With a loud sound, the shattered stones buried it, and a large amount of smoke and dust blurred the vision.
The bald man wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked over to help Sun Jun up. He asked in a deep voice,"What happened? Why would such a monster appear?”
Sun Jun leaned against the bald man and was also dumbfounded. He had been staying in the dojo so obediently, so why would someone come to find trouble with him? If it wasn't for the bald man saving him, no one in the dojo would have survived!
"I…"
Just as Sun Jun was about to speak, he suddenly twisted his body and joined his waist and horse together. He completely ignored the bones that were beginning to crack and used all his strength to punch the white man's abdomen, causing him to take a few steps back. A mouthful of blood sprayed on the floor.
The white man was suddenly ambushed, so he was naturally furious. His name was Carl, and he was under the orders of his master to monitor the development of the martial arts school. Once these people had any disloyalty, he would kill them and support a new person to take over, so as to ensure that the organization had an endless supply of money.
He did not expect Sun Jun to be so bold. He dared to betray that lord and even dared to sneak attack him. He wished he could tear this guy into pieces!
"Shaolin's One Finger Zen!"
Carl's expression became even more brutal. His index finger was as straight as a sword as he jabbed at Sun Jun's forehead.
Lord Man was a descendant of Genghis Khan. Back then, Genghis Khan had swept through the Central Plains and plundered countless martial arts manuals, including the Shaolin Temple, a major martial arts sect. Lord Man was a genius who had mastered all martial arts. He was a figure who could master all martial arts.
His subordinates naturally learned a lot of martial arts. Although Carl was white, he was deeply influenced by martial arts. He looked down on martial arts like Muay Thai since he was young. In his eyes, Chinese martial arts were the true power.
Therefore, he chose the fiercest Shaolin martial arts. One punch and one kick could shatter gold and crack stones. His One Finger Zen could poke a hole in a big stone, and Sun Jun's head naturally could not be harder than a stone.
"I really don't know! I can't control my body!"
Sun Jun was on the verge of tears. He could no longer see his previous dignified appearance. Although it was nonsense, his body was really out of his control.
His body, which was already riddled with wounds, was moving violently. His bones were cracking under the pressure, and blood was flowing out of the corner of his mouth. However, he was still able to dodge Carl's attacks skillfully. He twisted his body and was as agile as a noodle.
One of his subordinates was also dumbfounded. This big white man was clearly here to help, but his boss actually ambushed him and even became so powerful to play him. Could this be the so-called secret service?
Was this the so-called black eat black?
As expected of the ruthless boss!
This was the role model of the underworld, a typical example of not recognizing anyone!
However, the monster had already been dealt with, and they were still receiving their boss's salary. Naturally, they would not side with outsiders. They shouted and cheered,
"Boss is mighty, kill this white pig!”
"Boss, kick him and break his limbs. We'll pee on his face together!”
"Boss is so strong, can you leave him to me?”
“……”
When Carl heard these voices, he was sure that Sun Jun had betrayed his master and joined an unknown organization. Killing intent surged in his eyes, and his attacks became more and more fierce!
"Go to hell, despicable traitor!”
Looking at the group of stupid teammates assisting him, Sun Jun wanted to cry but had no tears. Moreover, the bones in his body were displaced. He was in so much pain that he could not speak. He felt that he was dozens of times more wronged than Dou E in ancient times.
Carl took a step forward and approached Sun Jun. He didn't listen to Sun Jun's explanation. He pierced his finger through Sun Jun's forehead and said coldly,"
"Traitors will only die!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a heavy electronic voice came from outside the door.
"Then why don't you try my new move, Bone Cage!”
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