Chapter 7: Unbounded Arrogance

Only Zhao Ziyang looked at Aomo with contempt in his eyes. He wiped the blood from his face vigorously and sneered at Aomo, saying: "Your heart is very weak, man. How can you listen to a woman?"

It seemed that she heard a sound coming from behind. The woman stopped in her tracks, turned her body, and coldly stared at Zhao Ziyang, who had walked up to her. She looked disdainfully at Zhao Ziyang's bloodied face, as if she wanted to see what this reckless fool could possibly say.

In a state of confusion, Zhao Ziyang heard this cold voice. He wanted to refute it, but he could not utter a word. The cramping pain in his chest and abdomen seized the nervous system that controlled his speech, leaving him only able to express his current thoughts through intermittent convulsions

You are doomed!" Omo stuck out his tongue, licking his lips vigorously, his face filled with an unabashed expression of murderous intent

Damn it! Swat cursed heavily, muttering, "It was clearly a broken egg, where did this Chinese skill come from... However, this Chinese kid is somewhat interesting.

With a bang, Zhao Ziyang's body, just having landed, was sent flying out of the ring by the right leg of the opponent, resembling an enormous elephant. He soared out of the ring like a feather with no place to land.

The bulging muscle bands on Aomo's neck gradually weakened the clamping force of his legs, and his strength was no longer sufficient to inflict significant damage on Aomo

With a "poof," a mouthful of fresh blood was heavily spat onto Aomo's face, instantly shrouding Aomo's eyes in a veil of red.

Accompanied by the sound of cracking bones in his neck, Omo displayed a pained expression on his face, with veins prominently bulging and the muscles in his neck beginning to swell violently, as he fought to protect his cervical vertebrae against the force of Zhao Ziyang's twisting legs

The Night Rose, subjected to Zhao Ziyang's forced blood kiss, remained silent, her expression growing increasingly frosty, causing anyone who looked at her to involuntarily shiver with cold.

Accompanied by a roar, Omo grabbed Zhao Ziyang from the ground with one hand and swung his fist towards the opponent's abdomen.

Zhao Ziyang delivered a heavy punch to his groin, causing even someone as strong as a monster to be unable to withstand it ... Omo has no weaknesses, but he is ultimately a man ...

"Special forces, you are finished..." Blade murmured.

The other mercenaries stared wide-eyed at the blood-soaked Night Rose, never having imagined that this Chinese kid would so audaciously kiss the deputy commander, displaying such arrogance and utter disregard for those around him

"Omo! Kill this Chinese person for me!" An angry roar erupted from the mouth of Night Rose, and then she turned heavily and walked towards her room.

I! The cold voice of the night rose echoed.

"You cannot do it," Zhao Ziyang said as he staggered to his feet, uttering a victorious phrase to the howling Omo on the ground, and then his body went limp, collapsing onto the boxing ring.

Roaring! Omo let out a roar, striding forward with thunderous steps, arms outstretched towards Zhao Ziyang, intent on tearing this Chinese boy apart.

The mercenaries fixed their eyes on the woman dressed in a light purple long dress as she walked up to Zhao Ziyang, who was barely clinging to life.

This is not your world. The woman coldly uttered this sentence once more, elegantly turning around and walking away.

Zhao Ziyang unexpectedly executed a move that no one had anticipated: propelled by the inertia of his run, he suddenly crouched down and lunged forward, astonishingly sliding between the legs of Omo.

Bang

Cough cough... The sound of Seth's cough came through the loudspeaker, and then the little guy smugly said: "Sorry, I won; it's a tie. The special forces seem to have passed out"

On the perfect cheeks of the night rose, beneath the ice lies volcanic lava, capable of devouring everything.

Bang! A dull explosion echoed, and I felt as if my body had been struck by a massive iron hammer, with my chest and abdomen compressed together, producing an unbearable pain.

"I am happy to serve you, ha ha ha ha..." Aomo burst into a wide grin, his eyes filled with a strong intent to kill as he looked at Zhao Ziyang.

At that moment, with his eyes wide open, Omo clenched his teeth tightly, suddenly leaned forward, and used his chin to clamp Zhao Ziyang's right hand, throwing himself forward.

He is courting death; anyone can see that Zhao Ziyang is courting death. No one dares to confront Omo head-on, not even a true lion would be able to withstand a single punch from Omo

The two individuals collided with each other violently like two wild beasts, without the slightest hesitation or retreat, fully revealing their primal instincts.

The crisp sound echoed once more as Zhao Ziyang pushed his strength to the limit, but he could only tilt Aomo's neck to one side, failing to achieve the goal of defeating his opponent in one move

With a crisp "ka ba" sound, under Zhao Ziyang's powerful twist, the bones in Aomo's neck emitted a clear crack.

Hahaha ... ... Zhao Ziyang licked his lips and wore a wild smile as he turned around and walked towards the boxing ring, searching for Omo

The Omoh, struck by a counterattack reminiscent of Zhao Ziyang, became enraged, its muscles swelling once more, emitting a roar of fury from its mouth

Roar! On the boxing ring, Omo extended his hands and let out a fierce roar, pounding his chest with force, exuding an aura of invincibility and ferocity.

"The infiltrator does not need reckless fools." The woman's voice was cold as she disdainfully looked at Zhao Ziyang lying at her feet

Seeing the opponent's hands being grabbed, Zhao Ziyang immediately abandoned the attack that could not inflict harm on the opponent, and his body swiftly slid down from the back of Omo. In the moment of sliding down, his right hand hooked Omo's chin, forcefully pulling Omo's body down to the ground.

Eggy... the blade's face twitched violently, silently turning away.

Zhao Ziyang's body was suddenly thrown forward by Omo's force acting on his head, crashing heavily to the ground.

Ah! ... ... A scream as tragic as that of a slaughtered pig erupted from Omo's mouth, his face turning a deep purple-red, as he desperately rolled on the boxing ring, hands clutching his groin in a futile attempt to alleviate the unbearable pain.

With a loud bang, Zhao Ziyang fell to the floor of the hall, spewing fresh blood, his entire being sinking into a semi-conscious state. Accompanied by continuous convulsions of his body, bright red blood flowed incessantly from the corner of his mouth, staining the floor beneath him a dark red.

Then he suddenly opened his squinting eyes wide and forcefully punched upward with his fist

Blood stained the woman's lips red, and a salty taste flowed into her mouth

Ah woo ... ... ! Special forces, well done, roar roar roar roar ... ... Chinese Kung Fu ! Roar roar roar ... ... '' The blade crazily circled around the boxing ring, desperately cheering for Zhao Ziyang.

A loud roar erupted from Zhao Ziyang's mouth once again, his face beginning to contort into a fierce grimace, veins bulging prominently. The neck between his legs suddenly attempted to break free from his control with immense force, compelling him to twist his waist and exert strength to launch another attack

With a shout of "Hoo!", Aomo, at the moment his neck straightened, reached up with both hands to grab Zhao Ziyang, who was still riding on his neck, intending to tear him apart with his bare hands

A wave of cramping pain swept through my entire body, and my limbs lost all strength, rendering me unable to even perform a protective curling motion.

"Woman..." Zhao Ziyang extended a finger, his eyes somewhat vacant, but as he focused on the other person's cheek, the vacancy began to coalesce, gradually becoming clearer.

Night Rose, the blood-red rose that blooms in the night

Under the downward arc of Zhao Ziyang, the massive body of Omo lost its balance and leaned backward, seemingly about to fall to the ground

After regaining consciousness, Zhao Ziyang stood firm and, under the gaze of the crowd, made a move that left everyone dumbfounded: he forcefully reached out to embrace the other person's neck and bit towards her lips!

The third move. Zhao Ziyang opened his mouth and lightly uttered these three words, then let out a powerful low roar, narrowing his eyes like a lion as he pounced fiercely towards Omo.

Oh my... the spirit fox closed its eyes, adopting a posture of prayer, murmuring: "Holy Mary, forgive this ignorant little mouse, for he does not know that is the vice-captain Night Rose Angel..."

Hearing this sentence clearly, Zhao Ziyang felt a sense of dignity completely trampled upon. He did not know who the woman speaking to him was, but he knew that she looked down on him. He had to avenge his comrades' blood feud, he had to survive in this world, and he had to become strong in this world, strong enough that no one would dare to look down on him. From the moment he requested to join, he no longer regarded himself as an ordinary person. He had to avenge his comrades' blood feud, he had to survive in this world, and he had to become strong in this world, strong enough that no one would dare to look down on him. From the moment he requested to join, he no longer regarded himself as an ordinary person. This place would become his stage, where all his wildness and madness would be unleashed.

Zhao Ziyang is the first person capable of provoking a volcanic eruption from the Night Rose... Everyone knows the elegance and nobility of the Night Rose, as she is indeed of standard noble lineage, her emotions never revealing themselves on her face

Applause erupted as the team leader, Black Hawk, stepped forward, looking with satisfaction at Zhao Ziyang lying on the boxing ring. He smiled and said to the mercenaries, "It seems we are truly going to add an Oriental member to our ranks, but he still requires a series of intensive training. Swat? Pandora?"

Zhao Ziyang, whose face contorted in pain, in the moment of suffering under the gaze of the other party, exerted all his strength to strike at the wrist of the hand that Omo had grasped, forcing Omo to release his grip and change his direction

The sound of fists colliding with flesh echoed, causing a twitching sensation in the hearts of everyone present. Especially among the men, there was a collective feeling of a sharp pain in the groin, and their bodies involuntarily trembled.

Roar

Under this pain, a strong sweetness surged up the throat, uncontrollably spilling out of the open mouth

At this moment, Omo's body became still, his mouth wide open, his eyes bulging, his hands covering his groin, and then he slowly leaned forward, ultimately collapsing onto the boxing ring with a loud thud

This statement had no effect on Omo's emotions whatsoever, as he did not distinguish between men and women in his heart. He listened to Night Rose not only because she was the vice captain, but also because she possessed a strength that surpassed that of any man.

In the moment of landing, Zhao Ziyang's body quickly went limp, and the unbearable pain in his chest and abdomen left him with no strength even to stand.

A beastly howl erupted from Omo's mouth as he resisted Zhao Ziyang's legs with his neck, gradually twisting his neck back into position. The muscles bulging in his neck resembled a ring of steel, fiercely protecting Omo's cervical vertebrae, making him appear even more like a prehistoric monster

The cheers ceased as the blade stopped, glancing at Zhao Ziyang lying on the boxing ring, exchanging glances with a group of mercenaries: it was not they who had won, but that bastard Seth

With a loud bang, Zhao Ziyang felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. He had not anticipated that the power of Omo would be so formidable, even the fragile neck and head were so robust. He was completely unable to strike at the opponent's throat, which was blocked by muscle fibers, making it impossible for his fingers to grip.

Puff! Puff! Two mouthfuls of fresh blood spurted out, and Zhao Ziyang miraculously stood up in the gaze of the crowd, staggering as he walked towards the woman in front.

When the bodies of two individuals were about to collide, at the moment when Zhao Ziyang was certain to be knocked away, a mutation occurred once again

The light emanating from her blue eyes was like a sharp ice pick, piercing fiercely towards Zhao Ziyang, who lay on the boxing ring