Three world suppliers

Chapter 118
Bruce had already walked up to the oriental man, "I want to challenge you."

The Eastern man squinted at him, "You shouldn't be looking for me, you should be looking for him, or, that girl is fine too, but don't look for me."

The first one mentioned by the man was exactly the little guy Camby was looking for at first, and he was a man after all, but Bruce was not happy about the girl mentioned later.

"Hey! What do you mean? I'm not looking for anyone else, just you, come on!"

The Eastern man was startled, you idiot, why can't you understand the words?

Seeing what the man wanted to say, the boy who looked like an officer shook his head.

Yes, the officer gave a clear indication that the man had no choice but to walk out of the phalanx and stand opposite Bruce.

"Hey, my name is Bruce, be careful, I won't show mercy." He said his name first and said hello.

The man didn't move at all, and his tone was extremely timid, and he responded with four words: "Dongfang Mingren."

"Hey, it's just a competition, don't be so serious, don't worry, I will show mercy,"

After finishing speaking, Bruce immediately opened his posture, the commonly used Asian and American police fighting posture, bowed his waist, bent his back, stretched his arms forward and backward, and his legs were uneven, looking very stable.

Dongfang Mingren still did not move, his hands were still behind his back, his feet were shoulder-width apart, his eyes were straight ahead, he really looked like an oriental martial arts master.

Bruce moved slowly from side to side. He was testing Dongfang Akihito, but the other side didn't respond.

The two continued to confront each other, except for Bruce's beating and probing from time to time, Dongfang Mingren seemed to be in a trance, without any reaction.

Bruce is upset, he moves.

Stepping forward with the left foot, pushing the ground with the right foot, the distance of three meters between the two sides is crossed between the two movements.

The face-to-face was kicked out with a forward kick. Dongfang Mingren raised his arms and his buttocks backward, shaped like the curved tail of a big lobster.

Bruce's pedaling didn't produce any effect, and his strength had reached the end, but Dongfang Mingren had already become the power of a slingshot.

The legs combined with the upper body, the abdomen touched the soles of Bruce's feet, and bounced out.

A typical Tai Chi attack, the last attack comes first.

Bruce, who was standing on one leg, was counterattacked by the force and backed up again and again.

Before he could stand still, Dongfang Mingren charged quickly, much faster than Bruce, swung his right fist and slammed into his chest hard.

Bruce was fearless in the face of danger, with a tumbling movement of his left arm, trying to separate the opponent's attack, but he did not expect Dongfang Mingren's punch speed to suddenly increase.

The muffled sound of "bang" hit his chest vigorously.

Huge force sticks to the body, as if hit by a heavy hammer.

Bruce let out a muffled sound, and his body fell to the ground involuntarily. With the strength of the opponent's blow, his powerful waist and abdomen twisted his body, and he turned and stood still.

"You are indeed powerful, I underestimated you." Bruce said.

Dongfang Mingren gave a disdainful smile, "You are too weak, I thought you were so powerful, I wasted my expression, I won't play with you."

Then he held out a finger.

"What do you mean?" Bruce couldn't understand. If it was the middle finger, he would know what it meant. What the hell is the index finger?

"A move! You take my move!"

"Are all you Orientals so arrogant?" Bruce roared, and Dongfang Akihito's tone seemed to him an insult.

"Crap!"

Dongfang Mingren didn't bother to pay attention, his feet changed, and his speed was so fast that Bruce couldn't see clearly. He was clearly on the opposite side, but suddenly appeared on the left and right. When he saw clearly again, he had already arrived in front of him.

"Moboluo Palm!"

Oriental martial arts, palm technique.

Bruce knew it clearly, but he couldn't tell the direction of the opponent's palm. This palm is like a flower-piercing saucer, elusive.

The mystery of the oriental martial arts was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, and Bruce had already been tricked.

He had already felt the opponent's strength before, but when the palm was printed on his chest, it produced an extremely powerful force, much stronger than the previous punch.

Bruce, who flew upside down, spat out a mouthful of blood in the air and fell to the ground.

"Bruce!"

"Damn Eastern Monkey, I'm going to kill you."

"Asshole, this is just a competition."

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It turned out that the soldiers of the Asian-American Empire in the base surrounded Bruce one after another. Camby checked his injuries and found that his sternum was cracked. He couldn't understand how a person could produce the force like a heavy-duty car.

The instigator, Dongfang Mingren, curled his lips speechlessly, then turned and returned to the phalanx.

"Okay, the winner has been decided, can we cash out the bet?" The little boy walked over out of time to beg for the bet.

Canby was very angry, stood up and shouted: "It's just a fight, why did your people hit it so hard?"

"For a martial arts competition, it's inevitable that there will be things you can't control. This is normal." The little boy said indifferently.

"Hmph, don't think that you can do whatever you want here because you are strong. The bet is gone, and you will pay for Bruce's nutrition." Camby made his own assertion with an obvious attitude.

The little boy is still a boy, but it has become very unattractive.

"Okay! I'm willing to bet against defeat, so you go and be his companion." The little boy suddenly raised his foot, his whip like Camby.

Camby's skill is not the best in the underground training base, but it is not bad.

He had already seen the little boy's kick, even if he couldn't catch it, it wouldn't be a big problem to avoid it.

Thinking so, Camby found that he couldn't dodge it, so he put up his posture and obediently got kicked by him.

Just in the blink of an eye, before everyone could react, Camby, like Bruce, vomited blood and fell to the ground unconscious.

"I buy Karma! Who are they?"

"God, what are they trying to do?"

"Brothers, fight with them."

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Seeing that a large-scale gang fight at the base was about to break out, the base instructors and officers stepped out in due course.

"Stop it all!"

The instructor's power is still there, and it is the famous devil instructor Corrad in the base.

After inspecting the injuries of Bruce and Camby, he ordered them to be sent to the infirmary. Collard turned his head and said to the boy, "Oriental warriors, are you using such a cruel method to bully no one in my base?"

The little boy said indifferently: "Is it you? Then you can try it too!"

"They're all imperial soldiers, I don't think it's necessary?" Base Commander Laige stepped forward to fight with Mui, stopping Laige's attempt to make a move.

The personnel at the original base were ordered to evacuate, leaving behind 5000 people with bad faces.

Leger patted Corad on the shoulder, and Corad stood behind him knowingly.

"Everyone! The mechs will arrive soon. After the adaptation training, you will go to the battlefield. There is an explanation above. You have a high degree of freedom. This place is temporarily handed over to you. If you have any requirements, you can mention it to Colonel Collard. He will satisfy you."

The little white face nodded to express understanding, and then returned to a cold face.

When he heard about the mecha, Collard twitched his cheeks. No wonder the little white face was arrogant, it turned out to be a soldier of the mecha unit.

If it wasn't for the president's personal order, he would most likely become a mech warrior.

The boy easily defeated Camby, and Collard thought he could do it too, but it was impossible to do it so easily.

Those words at the beginning were just a moment of loyalty. If he didn't express his position in front of the students, his instructor's authority would be weakened, which would cause inconvenience to future professors.

Legge is worthy of being an officer-level figure, and the two of them will play the black and the other will sing the red, and the cooperation is pretty good.

　The snail is ashamed, and the speed of coding is so shameless. Seeing Jiangdong's elders, weeping...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)