Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

Although well concealed, the signals of greed and hunger emanating from Linga's body were still detected by all creatures with the instinct for survival.

For the thugs living in the other world, being defeated by power does not necessarily mean they are afraid. Their fear of the powerful also includes a part of their admiration and yearning.

But… the fear of being eaten is absolutely pure.

Absolutely ice cold.

Without any other emotions mixed in.

Aversion to cold.

An unprecedented chill swept through my body.

They can be considered as 'companions' who are walking on the same path as Linga.

Because of this, he is extremely sensitive to whether one is powerful or not.

Although it is impossible to feel the depth of Linga's strength, his various battle records are enough to prove his strength.

I originally thought that with the confidence brought by force and the large number of people, I would have a chance of winning. At worst, I could just run away when the situation got bad.

It was not until now that they realized how naive this idea was!

In Linga's eyes, they are not even human beings.

At best, it's just a dish.

Do you have autonomy when it comes to cooking?

Do you have the right to refuse to be eaten?!

Once a linga glances at you, your life no longer belongs to you. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you cannot escape the dining table.

The moment they realized this, they stopped.

It’s not because they don’t dare to attack, but because... they don’t dare to escape!

In this case, it is not difficult to imagine what would happen after Linga said, "Kill George and you can leave."

This was the most horrific riot in American history.

George was destined to go down in history.

He was first kidnapped and then attacked by hundreds of people.

This unprecedented thing will never happen again... unless Linga wants to relive it again.

Facing the siege of hundreds of people, no matter whether he wins or loses, he has already surpassed 99% of the males in the world.

George's heart nearly exploded.

My mind goes blank.

Driven by the instinct of survival, he punched subconsciously.

The trembling hand hit someone.

The man fell down.

not only that.

Anyone who was touched by him, or was about to be touched by him, fell down like wheat being cut.

When the hot blood splashed on his face and the people around him fell to the ground with no one left standing, George finally woke up.

Panting and completely exhausted, he collapsed on the crowd.

Looking at the tragic situation around.

An emotion similar to pleasure gushed out in my heart.

There are many kinds of power in this world.

He once controlled power, but it was like a castle in the air, illusory and could be shattered at any time. It made people terrified and forced to live in fear.

Is this reasonable? !

Why do you have to live so cautiously when you have the power and are a strong person?

So does money.

The huge business empire will fall apart in an instant.

The same goes for feelings.

Betrayal and deception are numerous.

Now it seems that those are all illusions. Relying on illusions is not the best choice. The only thing worth relying on is oneself.

It's a fist.

It's force.

It's force.

It's violence!

The feeling of killing someone with a single word and being defeated by your own hands is completely different!

Because no matter how strong or weak, it is destined not to be possessed by the vast majority of the "weak" in the world, so they madly reject and resist that "forbidden power".

The irony is that everyone has the same dream.

Dreaming of myself... becoming the strongest and only 'taboo'!

"..."

George wanted to laugh, but he didn't have the energy to do so.

He turned and looked at Linga.

I found Linga standing in the distance with a very satisfied expression.

This expression alone brought George a satisfaction no less than that of defeating hundreds of people.

But he suddenly noticed that the SUV was gone.

Only the linga was standing there alone.

George pushed himself to his feet.

Suddenly I felt something at hand and picked it up to take a look.

"Is this... Ironhide?"

The answer flashed through my mind in an instant.

Yes.

It was indeed violence that defeated these hundreds of people.

But not the violence he holds.

It is Linga.

Standing and watching from a distance, he tore the off-road vehicle into pieces, broke it into hundreds of pieces, and made them into projectiles to throw at the thugs.

The power of the projectile was as if George himself was punching, kicking, and recoil- ing with his body. The timing was perfect, and there was no sense of incongruity.

Rather than a magic trick, it’s more like... performance art!

George was very disappointed.

but……

Linga walked over slowly and just asked a question which made him refreshed.

"Does it feel good to hit someone?"

"Cool!"

"Now that you've beaten someone up before, don't you want to fight me?"

"..."

That night.

National Museum of Natural History.

Led by President George and a group of officials, a surrender agreement was formally signed in the presence of a Tyrannosaurus Rex fossil.

The primitive man opened his eyes: 42. God will forgive you too (end of this volume)

Dead body.

Full of corpses.

They are made into exquisite specimens, some are placed in glass display cases, and some stand proudly in the hall.

This magnificent marble building is a 'coffin' that buries history.

If every war will greatly promote the progress of history, then signing an agreement to end the war under the witness of the "coffin" should be the most sincere approach, right?

However, the senior officials present did not think so.

The mammoth that should have been seen as soon as entering the exhibition hall was replaced by a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Even though it's just a skeleton.

But because the linga is sitting underneath, with rare jewels, diamonds and rough stones piled up behind him to serve as cushions, this extravagant and barbaric scene can't help but make people mistakenly think they have come to a primitive society.

The skeleton began to exude a wild aura, like a resurrected undead.

Signing a surrender agreement under such circumstances does not feel as simple as surrendering to someone. It feels more like, as a representative of this era, bowing your noble head to the long-gone dinosaur era.

But even so, no one dared to raise any objections or ask for a change of location.

Before coming here, everyone had discussed it and came to the conclusion that they must reach a 'reconciliation' with this man as soon as possible.

We can no longer allow the other side to continue persecuting our country!

"Do you really think that a unilateral declaration of surrender will make me stop?"

Linga shook the "surrender agreement" in his hand, and looked at the group of "big shots" in front of him who were bowing their heads with a puzzled look.

"Whether you are willing to cease fire or not, we do not intend to put up any more resistance."

After being tidied up, George regained his presidential demeanor and made a very serious statement.

The wave of riots from the other world during the day was the last test by America's most powerful group.

Logically, what would follow would be an all-out war.

However, a turning point came.

After sending the linga to the museum, George was awarded 'freedom' for his meritorious service.

He immediately returned to the White House, and the first thing he did was to convene an emergency Congress.

——Propose surrender.

It is extremely difficult to convince hundreds of parliamentarians at once.

In fact, more than half of the people disagreed at the beginning, until George said something, the situation turned around instantly, and finally 80% of the votes agreed to sign the "surrender agreement."

The speed of change and the high efficiency make people wonder if George has the superpower to tamper with people's minds.

But the results are right in front of us.

Linga was also a little puzzled.

"I told you, I let you go because I wanted to awaken your fighting spirit and gather your strength to continue fighting me, not to let you 'hold us back'."

George smiled slightly when he heard this, showing his gentlemanly demeanor.

"I am very grateful for your appreciation of me, but it is also because I have experienced the power of fists and stepped into your world that I can understand the height you are at."

"Power and violence are different things. Your violence has reached the national level. As president, you should avoid going to war with other countries as much as possible."

"If it cannot be avoided, then we should find a way to reduce the losses and end the war as soon as possible."

"So this is your solution?"

Linga looked down at the document in his hand.

"There doesn't seem to be room for my signature here."