Ultraman: Evolution from Slime

Therefore, the power contained in one punch is enough to even punch through a concrete wall several centimeters thick!

"Be careful!"

See Mitt's despicable hair sneak attack.

Lucia exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh."

But then he heard Zheng Chuan sneer.

He raised his hand calmly and waved it away casually as if shooing away a fly.

Then there was a loud bang.

Then Mitt was seen flying over ten meters with his head tilted and screaming, finally falling heavily to the ground.

Mitt lay on the ground in pain, green blood slowly flowing out from the wound on his face.

Zheng Chuan walked slowly forward and kicked it a few times like he was kicking garbage.

"Hey, hey, hey, the game has just begun, hurry up!"

"Kill, kill me, give me a quick death!"

Suddenly, Mitt weakly reached out to Zheng Chuan and pleaded.

Zheng Chuan was slightly startled, then said with some disappointment: "No way? Don't you like playing this type of game? No, no, no?"

At that moment, Zara also walked up and said "Pooh" to Mitt.

"Those who were killed begged the same thing back then, but what happened? You had to play with their lives! And now you have the nerve to ask Mr. Azathoth to put them to death!"

"Shut up, you pig!"

Mitt's pupils shrank sharply, and he roared angrily, "If... if you had just let me kill you, I would have left the planet long ago. There's no way you would have ended up like this!!"

"You're just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, right?!"

Lucia said bitterly, "They only dare to bully those of us without the ability to use our hands. The Muzhen people are truly a despicable race!"

"My name is Bi, uh!"

Before Mitt could finish his words, he immediately began to enjoy the electrotherapy from Zheng Chuan.

"Stop talking nonsense and run away, or I'll make you neither live nor die!"

Being coerced by Zheng Chuan, Mitt inevitably felt a sense of sadness.

He hung his head, glanced at Lucia and Zara with a veiled look, and decided to just die.

'Boom'

When a thought just emerged in my mind.

He felt a sudden pain in his abdomen, and was kicked by Zheng Chuan, flying away. He spun several times in the air before falling to the ground.

After about ten seconds, Mitt struggled to get up from the ground.

At the same time, Zheng Chuan's cold voice rang in his ears.

"My patience is limited, so I'll remind you one last time."

"run!"

Mitt's complexion kept changing from blue to purple.

Finally, half an hour passed.

Dragging his broken right arm, he staggered down the mountain without looking back.

Five minutes later.

As expected, Mitt was approached by Zheng Chuan again.

The part of his body that was broken by Zheng Chuan was his left leg.

Mitt, with one leg broken, could no longer stand.

She lowered her head slightly and sobbed unexpectedly.

With tears of humiliation and pain in his eyes, he lay on the ground in a panic and struggled to move forward.

Does it look pitiful?

The sight of him struggling on the ground was truly pitiful.

A wicked man needs a wicked man to deal with him.

Zheng Chuan doesn't consider himself a good person.

But at least they won't kill people cruelly for entertainment.

That's why Mitt ended up in such a miserable situation.

Ultimately, it's all self-blame.

Another five minutes passed.

Tsimit could barely crawl a hundred meters.

The broken leg.

Lucia and Zara followed Zheng Chuan silently, staring coldly at Mitt's miserable figure.

I have no opinion on Zheng Chuan's actions.

You know, the last batch of people were captured by Mitt, and now only the siblings are left.

Therefore, in such a deep blood feud, there is no mercy for Mitsheng.

Now just waiting.

Waiting to see Mitt will die.

Only by death can the great vengeance be avenged.

......

As the injuries on his body gradually worsened.

Mitt's crawling speed also became slower and slower.

When all the remaining arms and thighs were broken by Zheng Chuan.

Finally, it stopped like a dead dog.

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Seeing this, Zheng Chuan walked over to Mitt and squatted down with a look of disappointment on his face.

At the same time, he reached out and pinched his jaw, gently lifting his exhausted head.

"Sorry, the game is over."

"Cough cough..."

Mitt coughed up a mouthful of green blood, then suddenly smiled in relief.

"hehe..."

Zheng Chuan asked: "Do you think Battle Royale is fun?"

Mitt knew that he was doomed to die, so he stopped hiding his secrets.

Yu grinned and sneered, "It's fun, really fun. It wouldn't be that fun if I weren't the prey... Too bad I only have enough time to play once, so I can't take it with me!"

The ones he was referring to were Lucia and Zara.

056: The Muzhen people finally die! (3/10)

Zheng Chuan nodded calmly, even though he was about to die.

"It's a pity that I can only go to hell with regret."

"Haha, so what if you go to hell? You can't defeat me, because my spirit will never surrender!"

Zheng Chuan smiled faintly upon hearing this and said, "Whether you submit to me or not, or whether you repent or not, is unimportant. Because I believe in profit and results above all else, all I need is death."

"But before I die, I have something to tell you."

Zheng Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly and slapped his face with a look of contempt.

"Games like this, like battle royale, are not something you're supposed to play. You know?"

"Be a good person in your next life."

The moment he finished speaking, Zheng Chuan crushed Mitt's neck without warning.

'Click'

Following a crisp sound, Mitt's breathing suddenly stopped.