The system has to be used even if it is pulled

Everything was a bit strange. Meng Zhenxi always felt that something was wrong. However, when the fist was about to hit Zhao Yuanlang's head, Meng Zhenxi realized that things had changed drastically.

Zhao Yuanlang, who was originally tied up, had the ropes on his body broken for some reason. His eyes blurred and Zhao Yuanlang, who was waiting to die, disappeared.

Meng Zhenxi didn't hesitate. His fist landed in the air. He jumped back the first moment and without even looking, he grabbed Bai Jingrong and moved far away from the spot.

"Oh, it's really boring." Zhao Yuanlang stood behind the two imperial soldiers who were originally escorting him, and patted them on the head in boredom.

The two imperial soldiers who were standing still had their brains burst and fell to the ground, twitching continuously. It was obvious that they were finished.

The other officers in the big tent did not have as good skills and reactions as Meng Zhenxi. It was not until the soldier fell to the ground that everyone reacted. Some of them shouted for the guards, and some even shouted and rushed towards Zhao Yuanlang in the big tent.

At Bai Jingrong's pat, Meng Zhenxi put the marshal down and looked at Zhao Yuanlang who was about to be besieged, and he felt relieved, although he didn't know how Zhao Yuanlang managed to open the rope of the empire known as the "Chain of Eternal Night".

Without being able to see anything clearly, Bai Jingrong, who turned around slowly, and Meng Zhenxi, who was in a defensive posture, saw that many officers who had originally besieged Zhao Yuanlang flew away, fell to the ground, groaning and rolling on the ground.

Several guards who originally wanted to rush in tried to subdue Zhao Yuanlang, but unfortunately, they were knocked to the ground in a flash, and their weapons were confiscated by Zhao Yuanlang.

More and more guards rushed in, raised their weapons and pointed them at Zhao Yuanlang, waiting for an order to kill the federal maniac who was disrupting the tent.

However, they couldn't, because they found that Zhao Yuanlang had opened his clothes, and his whole body was covered with dense red dots, flashing, making Zhao Yuanlang look like a walking signal tower.

People soon found out what it was, a nano bomb!

The scene was in a state of tension for a moment.

"Do you know? A large number of nanobombs were injected under my skin before I came here. As long as my body temperature drops, they will explode immediately. Bang! Brilliant fireworks. Everyone in this tent will be wiped out." Zhao Yuanlang walked forward slowly, speaking slowly, word by word.

Everyone's pupils constricted, and they felt their hearts beating slowly with his footsteps. No one dared to shoot first, for fear of a bomb-crazy scene.

Little did he know that Zhao Yuanlang had no such intention at all. He looked at Meng Zhenxi who was protecting Bai Jingrong with contempt and said disdainfully: "Thousands of armors are all waste, including you."

Meng Zhenxi was furious and wanted to rush forward to fight Zhao Yuanlang for 300 rounds and beat him to death. But Bai Jingrong behind him gently pulled him back. Meng Zhenxi immediately came to his senses and lowered his head to retreat behind Bai Jingrong.

"Young man, you've opened my eyes. There are actually talents like you in the Federation, people from the Sparta plan? But, unfortunately, this is not the place for you to shine." Bai Jingrong said calmly.

"Let's not talk nonsense. General, I want to make a bet with you. Are you interested?"

"Oh? I'm very interested. Please continue." Bai Jingrong motioned Zhao Yuanlang to continue.

"According to your empire's custom, let me compete with the big blind bear behind you. If I lose, I will surrender and let you do whatever you want to me. If I win by chance, I will submit to you and let me become a lieutenant colonel with real power."

Blind bear? Meng Zhenxi's face turned pale. Damn federal dog, he was as strong as a bear, and he had the nerve to say that to him. Although Meng Zhenxi wanted to rush forward, he nodded to Bai Jingrong who turned his head to look at him.

"Very good, I like your bet. Besides, I will gain the advantage no matter we win or lose. Go! Let him see the ferocity of the Qin people." Bai Jingrong pointed at Zhao Yuanlang and said with great power.

The soldiers in the big tent quickly cleaned up the tent, pulled a group of injured officers down, and cleared the area.

Meng Zhenxi took off his coat, walked slowly to Zhao Yuanlang, and stared at him fiercely: "You should pray that you can keep an intact body."

Zhao Yuanlang didn't look him in the eye. He took a deep breath and lowered his head.

Everyone felt a little strange, not knowing if it was an illusion, but the scars on the federal soldier's body were healing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, no wounds could be seen.

Bai Jingrong took a deep breath. The Federation’s Spartan Plan was indeed terrifying. It could actually achieve this level.

The scene was in complete silence as the two two-meter-tall muscular men, like two human bears, prepared to engage in a primitive flesh-and-blood fight.

Both sides stopped talking, and everyone knew that everything that needed to be said had been said.

Gusts of wind blew into the big tent, making everyone's clothes flutter, except for the two of them who showed no reaction. Zhao Yuanlang slowly closed his eyes, but anyone could feel the strong murderous intent emanating from him.

Good opportunity. Seeing Zhao Yuanlang close his eyes, Meng Zhenxi suddenly rushed forward and swung his fist towards Zhao Yuanlang's chest.

This punch seemed ordinary, but it was extremely fast. Few people could see it clearly. Everyone in the empire had a smile on their faces, thinking that Zhao Yuanlang could not resist and Meng Zhenxi had already won the victory.

Zhao Yuanlang smiled inexplicably, and when he saw the fist about to hit his chest, he quickly opened his eyes. Meng Zhenxi felt like he saw a flash of lightning passing through Zhao Yuanlang's eyes.

Zhao Yuanlang turned his body suddenly, and his true energy continued to flow in his body. His left hand slashed Meng Zhenxi's wrist diagonally. His move seemed to be as plain as water, not as fierce as Meng Zhenxi's, but Meng Zhenxi did not dare to be arrogant, and quickly changed his move, throwing four punches at Zhao Yuanlang.

However, these four punches could not touch Zhao Yuanlang at all. Zhao Yuanlang was seen flying up and down in the big tent like a butterfly.

While Meng Zhenxi was unable to change his moves, Zhao Yuanlang suddenly punched Meng Zhenxi's head from top to bottom in mid-air.

Meng Zhenxi raised his hands high and used the Heavenly King Holding the Pagoda Technique to try to stop Zhao Yuanlang's move.

It hurts! This was Meng Zhenxi's first feeling, and then a huge force suddenly hit him, forcibly pressing his feet three inches into the ground.

This imperial man has a strange body. An ordinary person would at least be turned into a pile of meat paste if he were hit by this attack. There is something strange! Seeing that this move was ineffective, he bent his knees and tried to attack his chest. Meng Zhenxi saw that this move was fierce and he couldn't withdraw his hands, so he had to hold his chest up.

The imperial people in the big tent watched Meng Zhenxi fly backwards with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and they were all surprised for a moment.

But what surprised everyone was that while Meng Zhenxi was standing up with a somersault, Zhao Yuanlang had already gotten close to Meng Zhenxi and kicked him with a high whip kick, just as Meng Zhenxi was about to get his head forward.

Everyone couldn't bear to continue watching. If there was no suspense, Meng Zhenxi would be hit by this high whip kick and fly away, with a concussion at the lightest. But all this was interrupted by Qin Yan.

Everyone just saw Zhao Yuanlang sneer, then he suddenly stopped, kicked Qin Yan out, kicked Meng Zhenxi on the head, then changed direction and pounced towards Bai Jingrong, so fast that no one could react at all.