The spiritual energy has revived, and all the exercises I compiled have been practiced.

Chapter 66: Is trash worthy of worship?
"Douglas MacArthur?"

In the dirt pit, Zhou Bo looked bewildered: "Did I hear correctly? There are still people worshipping him?"

"I guess I heard it right." Liu Tianbing had a strange expression on his face. "But I also don't understand why this American worships five-star critics and even changed his name. Isn't that too magical?"

Fang Qiuchan and Zhang Zhaoyang both had the same expression, with a lot of complaints but no idea how to express them.

In their minds, MacArthur had long been a joke. The most profound impression was the last sentence in various short videos that the video bloggers put: "MacArthur, a famous five-star critic on the other side of the ocean, said this. Once this was said, it instantly attracted widespread attention from all over the world."

Apart from that, the four of them could not understand what Douglas on the field was thinking.

"Forget it, we have to understand other people's affairs." Zhang Zhaoyang shook his head and said, "The key now is to snatch the person away."

"I think the fight is almost over, let's get ready!"

"Okay, I can't help it anymore."

Zhou Bo was suddenly excited.

At this time, the Americans were outnumbered, and under Douglas's leadership, they were almost all killed.

And Odebiao was just thrown on the ground, with only a stick guarding it.

"Up!"

"I'll take the hostages, and you guys deal with the others."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Bo pushed hard with his feet in the pit. His extremely strong leg muscles instantly burst out with fierce force, leaving two deep footprints in the pit, and he rushed out at once.

He rushed forward.

The other three also scattered and suddenly jumped up from the spot, rushing towards the center of the battlefield.

At this time, the game has reached the final stage.

"White Elephant Ah San?"

"How dare such a weakling like you come and join in the fun?"

"I really don't know how to write the word death!"

He twisted the right hand that was pinching the neck with force and threw the body to the side, killing one of them. Douglas was about to speak when he suddenly saw a figure rising into the sky from the bushes and weeds in the distance. In just a few seconds, he crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and pounced on him.

The figure pounced along the way, and wherever it passed, it seemed as if there was no one around, and all the obstacles encountered on the road were knocked away.

"Who?"

Douglas suddenly felt a strong sense of fear.

His current strength has already reached the point where he has no rivals in the United States. He has developed an invincible mentality and does not take anyone seriously. He is not even afraid of the masters from the country.

He believes he is invincible and that there is no rival in the world.

But at this moment, facing the yellow-skinned figure that had already rushed forward, the fear that he had not felt for a long time surged up again.

"Zhang Zhaoyang from China?"

Douglas narrowed his eyes and recognized the person instantly.

The two were both in the Kusai camp and had met each other in their daily interactions. He knew Zhang Zhaoyang's information very clearly and knew that Zhang Zhaoyang was the strongest expert on the Chinese side this time.

In my heart, I have always wanted to compete with Zhang Zhaoyang.

I had been looking forward to this mission, but it never came to fruition, and was only revealed now.

"The world has been saying that you Chinese have gone the furthest in the study of white mist and have gained the most power!"

"I don't believe it!"

"The power of the technique, I also have it now!"

"Come on! Let's see who is stronger!"

Douglas roared violently and summoned all his strength. Driven by a strong desire to win, his body and mind seemed to merge together and he delivered the strongest punch of his life.

This punch was thrown.

There was a violent whistling sound all around, and the weeds underfoot were blown by the airflow, making a loud rustling sound. It contained a thousand pounds of gravity, and even if there was a piece of steel plate in front of it, it would be penetrated.

"Unbelievable!"

Zhang Zhaoyang sneered, and without any evasive action, he also threw a punch.

boom!
The two fists collided fiercely in the air. In an instant, bones and tendons were broken.

Zhang Zhaoyang used the enormous power of the fourth level of Pure Yang Gong without holding back. He hit Douglas' arm so hard that it shattered into pieces. The bones were shattered more severely than a comminuted fracture, and even Douglas' shoulder was smashed into pieces.

With a whistling sound, the wind from the fist blew the wide-brimmed hat on Douglas' head several meters away.

"what!"

"my hand!"

At this moment, Douglas could no longer maintain his composure. He covered his arm to stop the bleeding and let out a roar in pain that echoed throughout the wilderness.

"how is this possible?"

"I have the superhuman serum and skills. My talent is the best in the world. How could I not be able to block a single punch?"

Douglas let out screams of pain, unable to believe what he saw.

Compared to the physical pain, the complete breakdown of his mentality made him feel even more desperate.

He swept across the battlefield, defeated masters from all over the world, and was invincible.

But now he can't even take a punch!
That kind of gap and failure almost caused him to have a mental breakdown.

"Go, avenge me, revenge!"

Unable to accept the fact that he couldn't even block a single punch, Douglas roared and ordered the others to attack together.

Suddenly.

All the people who followed him rushed up.

"A small life? A Korean? An American?"

There was a cold flash in his eyes, Zhang Zhaoyang moved his feet, his body turned into an afterimage, and he attacked instantly at an extremely fast speed.

at the same time.

Fang Qiuchan also followed.

She held an extremely sharp three-edged bayonet in each hand, and killed people one by one, as if dancing on the battlefield. Her figure was like a ghost, constantly harvesting heads.

On the other side, Liu Tianbing faced the remaining twenty or so masters from various countries with a cruel grin on his face, but his tone was like coaxing a child.

"Be good and don't move."

"I'll do it quickly, just once at most, and it won't hurt."

In an instant, under the terrified gazes of masters from various countries, Liu Tianbing burst out at a speed far beyond their imagination. The dagger in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death, taking lives as if he was cutting wheat.

Grab the wheat straw with one hand and cut it gently with the other hand.

All thoughts disappeared instantly.

The three of them swept across the battlefield, and no one could stop them, or even react in time, and they couldn't run away.

Just three minutes.

The battlefield was completely cleared. Except for the wounded soldiers who fell to the ground in the previous exchange of fire and Douglas who was slumped on the ground, there was no living person on the scene.

At this time, Zhou Bo, who had finished his work long ago in the distance, came forward slowly carrying Odebiao.

He walked up to Douglas, squatted down, pressed Douglas's head with his hand, and when he looked up, he asked curiously in English.

"Dude, I heard that you admire MacArthur so much that you even changed your name to Douglas MacArthur?"

Douglas covered his arm and forced himself to endure the pain: "Yes."

"No, your real name is Douglas MacArthur?"

Zhou Bo couldn't believe it and couldn't help but confirm it again.

When I saw Douglas nodded again.

He looked at the three people behind him, then turned around and looked at them as if they were idiots, saying pitifully, "Forget it, let's not kill him. This guy must be a bit sick in the head."

"Is that kind of trash worthy of worship?"

(End of this chapter)