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Chapter 122 The Bizarre Adventure of Peter Parker
The ancient Egyptian holy armor was originally like an armor kneaded from gold, and then it was covered by the light of golden dragon scales, as if the gods descended from the earth, and everyone couldn't open their eyes with the sparkle.

The owner of the boxing ring hesitated after seeing this fantastic scene. He took a deep breath on his cigar, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and asked:

"I have opened a boxing ring on Beale Street for ten years. Why have I never heard of someone like you? Who are you? Please report your name. The people in our Jinbin Group have always been magnanimous."

None of the people who hang out on the streets is a fool. Dare to fight is the foundation, and being able to coax and endure is the real skill.

Those who thought they could make a living in the underworld in New York with just two fists have long been chopped into meat paste and rotted in the sewers of New York.

"What should we do now?" Peter grabbed a piece of cloth to cover the lower half of his face. He didn't want his identity to be recognized by gangsters.

"The atmosphere is here. If we don't clean up the mess in front of us and completely destroy this underground boxing ring, then our trip is not in vain!"

Ian moved his wrist, and his bones cracked.

"Ah, are you going to kill someone?"

Peter was taken aback, the sense of expansion he had just gained was torn apart by the cruel reality, and he became that nerd in school again.

"It's up to you, just follow me!"

Ian didn't dislike Peter's weakness. He lived in a warm family carefully built by his uncle and aunt since he was a child, and suddenly he was about to go to war with the vicious gangsters. Such a reaction was quite normal.

The owner of the boxing ring was furious, and his eyes turned into Kazilan's big eyes: "I don't even want to reveal my name, you kid is deliberately looking for trouble with the Jin Bing Group today?"

"Don't talk about gold in front of me, even if he stands in front of me, I will definitely play today's game."

Ian stretched out his index finger, pointed at the owner of the boxing ring and said, "Today, I am kind and let you do it first. If you can break through my defense or escape from my hands, I will let you live."

"Go ahead!"

"I've been in the underworld in New York for so many years, and I've never seen such a rampant person like you. Come on, cut off the heads of these two and hang them at the door."

The boss of the boxing ring jumped his feet angrily, and he yelled loudly: "I want to let others know what will happen to me if I offend Jin Bin Group."

Da da da! ! !
The thugs in the boxing ring got the order and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The automatic rifle swallowed fire, and hundreds of bullets hit Ian in the blink of an eye.

"Get out of the way!"

Peter jumped when he heard the gunshot, and his undeveloped spider sense kicked in, sending him jumping towards the roof.

"Don't be nervous, kinetic energy weapons driven by gunpowder are completely ineffective against me!"

Peter, who was grabbed by Ian's arm and pressed down directly, stared like copper bells, because he was frightened.

They saw a firepower net enough to tear an adult into pieces in an instant fell on Ian, but it only splattered a little spark, and didn't even break through the defense of the golden dragon scale.

Peter hid behind Ian, trembling, and finally knew why the United States asked him to consult Ian on how to use superpowers.

"Give you a chance, you are useless!"

Ian waved his hand boredly, and wiped away the green gemstone on the chest of the Egyptian holy armor.

"Now it's my turn to act!"

The power of the golden dragon scales and the Egyptian holy armor intertwined. Ian's fist turned golden, and he punched the ground. Energy erupted from the ground, and the ground of the lounge was instantly torn apart.

The ground cracked, the invisible shock wave spread, and the fighters in the boxing ring couldn't stand stably, swaying left and right one by one.

Ian's legs were strong, and he rushed forward. The Egyptian holy armor turned into a Chinese armor, and he instantly transformed into a "humming haha" kung fu master.

Eighteen drops of clothes!
Ian rushed into the crowd and walked with him. The thugs who pounced on him, just touched his clothes, were thrown out like a football and hit the wall.

Those who were lucky broke a few bones, and those who were unlucky broke their necks directly, and died in the West Paradise.

Ian didn't care about the life and death of these out-of-the-box people. Seeing their attitude of shooting without hesitation, he knew that they had killed many people for the gangsters, and their deaths would not be regarded as injustice.

The owner of the boxing ring, who was still infinitely rampant just now, fled in a hurry. After tripping over the smooth floor, he rolled and rolled regardless of his image, and shouted while rolling:
"Who can stop the guy who is chasing me behind, I will give him ten thousand, no, one hundred thousand dollars, pay on the spot, and never default."

The eyes of the boxers who were preparing to fight in the ring were all brightened. They were working hard in the ring just to make money. Hearing what the boss of the ring said, they rushed out like hungry wolves.

Ian finished off the last thug with a gun. The eagle claws locked his throat and twisted, snapped off his collarbone, and threw it out like trash. He thought that a group of boxers would rush at him.

"What the hell?"

Ian was taken aback by the gleaming boxer, he clasped his hands together, and Huaxia Shengjia automatically searched for a set of group attack martial arts!

Chiba Tathagata hands!
The holy armor burst out with golden energy, and Ian swung his hands hundreds of times at a high speed, as if a thousand hands had grown in an instant, and countless palm shadows were swung out, filling the surrounding space like flying leaves.

Those strong men with a height of more than 1 meters, big arms, round waists, bulging muscles, and fierce faces, before they could realize what happened, Ian's hand was on their chests.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking sounded one after another, and the chests of those boxers whose hands were stained with human lives sank, spitting out blood profusely, and were thrown into the auditorium like broken sandbags.

The blood did not cause panic, and the people in the auditorium became more fanatical, shouting loudly from their mouths.

"kill him!"

"Hit harder!"

"It's so boring, I want to see blood flow and wring their heads off!"

Ian stood on the edge of the ring, listening to the roars coming from all around, with a look of disgust on his face.

"A group of brainless idiots, beasts dominated by the lower body!"

"I'm not a tool for you rubbish to have fun!"

Ian dug out a new set of martial arts from the holy armor, took a deep breath, and his chest swelled up like a balloon.

"Roar--"

Shaolin Kung Fu · Lion's Roar!
Ian raised his head to the sky and screamed, and the huge sound wave spread to the entire boxing ring.

The audience who were crazy about the bloody fight just now became ostriches. They lay on the ground with their buttocks pouted, their hands covering their ears, trying to escape the huge roar.

But it was useless, Ian's roar tore their eardrums apart, their bodies trembled, and blood flowed from their ears and eyes.

"Ian, they are all dying, shut up!"

Peter reminded Ian with sound waves that the people closest to him had already fallen to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, dying.

"Hmph, cheap these guys!"

Ian stopped the lion's roar, but there was no one who could stand in the boxing ring.

"What should we do now?" Peter looked numb at the wounded on the ground.

"Call the police! Don't count on them to fight criminals or clean up the mess. They can retire."

Ian was ruthless and decisive when he started, which greatly shocked this fledgling student.

This underground boxing arena is not too big, and there are more than 1000 people, and now they are all stunned by Ian's roar.

"How can you do it!"

Peter took out a passerby's mobile phone and frantically pressed the number.

"These people treated me like a lion in the Colosseum and told me to eat other people for their enjoyment."

"Facing such a group of bastards, why can't I make a move!"

Ian was speaking in a cold-blooded way that most people would consider, seeing that Peter was still chattering with the operator, he grabbed the phone directly.

"Help me, someone came to the place where the money was sold, and many people died. Come and help me!"

The operator, who was still struggling with the process, immediately turned into an efficiency expert and quickly notified the surrounding police.

"Here, next time you call the police, just do as I do! New York police officers are civil servants, and their professional ethics is to take money to do things. No matter how many dead people are said, it is better to mention a sentence of gold and such a powerful group."

Ian threw the phone beside passer-by A, pulled Peter, who was already numb from shock, and continued to chase the boss of the boxing ring.

This guy just ran away when Ian was entangled by boxers and spectators.

But he still couldn't escape Ian's ears.

……

At the exit of the underground boxing ring, a man in a red tights was holding a short stick on the neck of the owner of the boxing ring.

There were thugs lying around him, and they were all beaten unconscious.

(End of this chapter)