President Bingshan's Cold Guard

In the distance, feeling the domineering aura on Su Yang's body, Yinhe's face turned pale, as if falling into an ice cave.

He couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, but luckily Su Yang didn't know as much as himself before.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch even Su Yang's punch.

The elites of the Nether Mercenary Corps behind them were also shocked, and they didn't dare to go out.

Compared with Su Yang, they are no different from ants, they don't even have the courage to stand up and resist, let alone defeat Su Yang.

With a burst of shouting, You Ming and Su Yang fought together again on the field, and the fighting sounded one after another, making people's hearts tremble.

What's even more frightening is that even experts like Ghost Fox and Jian Chi couldn't see their moves clearly.

Is this Su Yang's real combat strength?It must have been too terrifying.

Jian Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, with seriousness written all over his face.

He could feel Su Yang's strength. If he was the one fighting Su Yang, he would have been defeated long ago.

Even if he used his sword skills, he might not be able to deal with such a terrifying Su Yang.

200 meters away, two figures, one fat and one thin, appeared at some unknown time.

"It seems that the information is wrong, Su Yang has recovered from his injuries, and his strength has also improved a lot!"

Looking at the battlefield in the distance, the thin man was obviously a little surprised.

Hearing this, the fat man next to him nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "But that old bastard You Ming is not bad, it's really hard to say who will win!"

These two people are none other than the strong men sent by the Sixth Team of the Black Hawk.

Although there are only two of them, their strength should not be underestimated, because they are members of the ability group under the Sixth Black Eagle Group.

Like Dongfang Haoyu and Duanmu Yunlei, they are just ordinary members of the Sixth Black Eagle Group with slightly stronger strength.

The thin man on the left is named Zhou Yan. He is a fire-type power user who can skillfully master flames to attack the enemy.

The fat man on the right is named Qiu Ren. He is a spiritual supernatural being. He can use powerful spiritual power to attack the enemy and completely break the enemy's mind.

Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze and looked at Qiu Ren on the right, "Do you want to bet? Just bet on who can win this battle!"

He hasn't gambled with others for a long time, and he just had a good time today.

"Okay, I choose Su Yang, can I?" Qiu Ren turned his head and showed a harmless smile.

He is a psychic supernatural being, and he can see things that Zhou Yan cannot see.

Even though Su Yang and You Ming are evenly matched now, no one can do anything to the other, but in fact Su Yang's spiritual power is more than several times stronger than that of You Ming.

What's more, from the beginning to now, Su Yang has not taken the initiative to attack, but was only forced to defend. Even though he was suppressed by Nether's violent offensive, he never showed any panic.

From this point alone, Qiu Ren felt that Su Yang would defeat Nether sooner or later, but the time had not yet come.

Zhou Yan looked at the situation on the field again, nodded and said: "Of course, then I will choose Nether."

Originally, he was not optimistic about Su Yang. Judging from the situation on the court, Su Yang is also at a disadvantage now. It may be difficult to turn defeat into victory.

Most importantly, he found that Su Yang's injury had not healed, and his breath was a little disordered, which was not a good sign.

"Where's the bet?" Seeing Zhou Yan being fooled, Qiu Ren had a faint smile on his lips.

There must be a bet in a bet, otherwise what's the point?
Zhou Yan pondered for a while, and said, "How about betting on half a month of training time?"

In order to improve the ability of supernatural beings, the Sixth Group of Black Eagle spent huge sums of money to build a special practice room.

However, not everyone has the opportunity to enter the practice room to practice, after all, the resources for cultivation are limited.

People in the ability group can complete certain tasks in exchange for corresponding training time.

Half a month of training time is not a small amount, at least one S-level task must be completed.

Half a month of training time?The corner of Qiu Ren's mouth twitched, this guy really spent his money.

You must know that he himself only has 20 days of training time left, which is enough to raise his spiritual strength to a higher level.

If he loses, it's not at 01:30, because he has to stay in the East China Sea to protect Zhao Mengxue for the rest of the time.

Unless the crisis is completely resolved, Qiu Ren must not leave without authorization, so he will not have extra time to perform other tasks.

"Half a month is half a month, but if you lose then, you can't let it go!"

"Whoever defaults is a son of a bitch!"

After speaking, the two looked towards the distant battlefield again, and everyone was secretly praying in their hearts.

"Mad Dragon, how long are you going to hide?" You Ming was a little angry.

This guy Su Yang only knows how to dodge, he doesn't confront him head-on at all, if he continues to fight like this, when will he end?
Seeing the anger on You Ming's face, Su Yang put away his laziness, and his breath suddenly changed, "Since you want to die so much, then I will help you!"

In the next second, he stepped on his right foot and swung his iron fist towards Nether, without any bells and whistles.

Feeling the terrifying power of Su Yang's fist, You Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and gathered all the power on the right fist, and smashed towards Su Yang's fist fiercely.

This time, he didn't hold back any more, the outcome depends on this punch.

Hearing a loud bang, a figure flew upside down, spewing out a mouthful of blood while still in the air, and the thick figure slammed into the grass more than ten meters away.

Seeing this scene, Yin Hyuk and everyone behind him were petrified on the spot. If they read correctly, it was their leader You Ming who was thrown into the air.

They never imagined why You Ming, who had the upper hand just now, would suddenly lose. All this is too unbelievable.

On the other side, Ghost Fox and Jian Chi looked at each other and smiled, both heaving a sigh of relief.

Seeing Su Yang being pressed and beaten by Nether all the time, no one was more nervous than the two of them.

Because once Su Yang loses, there will be no one present to be Nether's opponent, and it will be really dangerous at that time.

"How is this possible?" 200 meters away, Zhou Yan's complexion changed slightly, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

On the other hand, Qiu Ren, who was next to him, seemed to have expected it, and was not too shocked.

You Ming's face was pale, and his right arm drooped directly, obviously he had been crippled.

Su Yang's punch just now was too terrifying, he couldn't resist it at all.

And until now, that domineering power is still running around in his body, and it will be difficult to suppress for a while.

Su Yang stepped in front of You Ming and said condescendingly: "You Ming, what else do you want to say?"

In fact, Nether is already strong enough, if he hadn't taken those three forging pills, he might not have defeated Nether so easily.

After all, the strength between him and Nether is indeed not much different, but the difference in physical strength is not 01:30 points.

You Ming didn't open his mouth, just when he was about to struggle to get up, his chest surged, and another mouthful of old blood spewed out.

With just one punch, he lost his ability to fight. It seems that he still underestimated Su Yang.