The competition venue fell into a deathly silence.

All you can hear is huffing and puffing...

No matter it was the judges, the young warriors selected, the indoor staff, or the nursing staff, no one knew what to say at this time.

It's really too "tragic".

The competition looks like this.

Even the "Blood Lion" Luo Zhan, who was in charge of the incident, was unexpected.

Not to mention the instructors from other branches.

Luo Zhanyou wanted to get angry with a dark face. He lowered his head and looked at the bone-deep knife wound on his palm. A chill went into his bones and he couldn't say anything.

He felt that this "master" recommended by Jiangcheng's chief instructor Qin Fengshan was not a good-tempered guy. Just standing on the stage, he had a kind of majesty that looked down on all directions. Even if he was smiling, people would not dare to laugh.

Not the slightest fault.

Previously, when I was sitting on the judges' bench and looking down from above, I felt that the other party was a thorn in my side.

In fact, it's just a dissatisfaction with the suppression of this hidden power.

Now that I think about it, I understand.

It turns out that as soon as this person entered the venue, he turned it into his home court.

That's why it looks uncomfortable.

"This aura..."

After practicing to the level of Luo Zhan, his strength has been refined, and his bones have evolved. Not only have he rolled a few times on the battlefield, but he has also practiced for a long time in his official career. Naturally, he understands what this kind of aura and suppressive power are, and how long they last.

People in high positions are not used to pressure from people who violate their will at all.

Fang Wen, the captain of the Third Team of the Special Affairs Division, a woman who usually had a bit of an iron lady demeanor, could only clenched her hands to cover her mouth and hide in the shadows where others could not see her.

She was afraid that these people would remember that she brought Zhang Kun into the venue.

This high-end game is actually beyond her reach based on her level of power. Anyone who vents his anger on her will probably not have an easy life in the future.

'Boss, if you want to offend everyone, please tell me first. Wouldn't it be better if I quit early?'

Zuo Wen was trembling with fear, fearing that her boss would blame her for not doing her job properly, and fearing that it would attract attention from all parties. Zhang Kun didn't care at all about this little thought.

He just wants to cut through the mess quickly and seize the initiative directly.

In the competition just now, not to mention the use of mental deterrence, inducing the seven emotions and other strange moves, the skill was not even able to use the power of blood flames, let alone the perfect state of Great Zhou Tian Dan Qi.

He was afraid that if he used all his strength, his bodies and souls would be shattered if he was not careful.

In the so-called martial arts challenge, Zhang Kun actually relied solely on the strength of his body and was unable to exert any force.

It is equivalent to standing still and using the automatic rebound force of the muscles and skin to withstand the opponent's blow.

The special feature of Thirteen Taibao's Golden Bell Practice is that even if you don't use this skill and don't create the appearance of a golden bell, your muscles and bones will still react and you won't be beaten passively.

There is too much difference in levels.

Any fist, foot or sword that attacks the body will bounce back with double the force.

Just think about it and you will know how terrible it is.

For ordinary martial arts practitioners, even they cannot withstand the punches they throw with all their strength.

Basically they all belong to the type of strong offense and weak defense.

A punch can break stones and steel bars with such force that it hits a body of flesh and blood. How can the bones withstand it?

What's more, this attack power has to be doubled.

So, it was tragic.

The most severe blow was taken by Yamada Take, so he was also injured the most and almost received a box lunch directly.

Zhang Kun actually didn't care. He never had a good impression of people from Sakura Country.

Although, in recent years, he had begun to preach that everyone was good friends and good partners, he didn't take it seriously at all.

He knows better than anyone what kind of character the guys there are.

No, in Daqing World, we fought a fierce battle with them and killed many people. What's the point of being polite to them?

'From the information obtained from various aspects, we can know that the level of power in the opposite world is terrifyingly high, and it can be dealt with without just sticking together to keep warm. Once it passes, if we can't seize the initiative and let others give random orders, it is very likely that we will be killed directly.

Gone.'

Zhang Kun knows very well how dangerous it is to put your life in the hands of others when you go to a new environment with no understanding of the language, unknown living habits, and unknown enemy strength.

He is indeed stronger now.

The strongest among the strongest.

But don't be proud and careless.

What if the guy in the lead is a fanatic who is loyal to the country and does something he knows he can't do, but still wants to fight to the death? Then wouldn't he be deceived?

This is very likely to happen.

I don’t know about the teams in other districts.

Looking at the Eastern District team alone, it is no surprise that the captain is the Qinglong instructor Xiao Zhihu. This man obviously comes from the military and has a tough and iron-blooded temperament.

It's no use trying to reason with him.

Just like the Blood Lion Luo Zhan, the director of the Special Affairs Department, he has a fiery temper and would rather break than bend.

Unless, as the captain, you can forcibly suppress the other party and arrange their actions, otherwise, you can only operate according to their baton, and things will be very difficult to handle.

'You can't part ways with these people as soon as you go to another world. There is no need. After all, they are a good help. It would be too wasteful to let them go and move freely.'

This is Zhang Kun's real intention to suppress all parties as soon as he appears.

Major national affairs can still be postponed. The current situation cannot be changed by one or two efforts. All we can say is to work together and take our time.

However, I don’t know where my parents and sister are now, but I have to find them quickly, otherwise, things will become very troublesome.

He couldn't imagine that his parents, who had never practiced martial arts at all and only knew how to do academics and research all their lives, would live well in such a different world.

Now, the best outcome is probably not to starve to death.

When he thought of this, his heart felt like a fire, and in an instant, he was suppressed by strong willpower.

There's no point in being anxious, let's just walk there.

If a person is hard to find, then you might as well build a force and call on everyone to look for him.

Here, countries and even allies are also needed.

Seeing the panic in the venue, with a large number of people in white uniforms coming in and out, helping everyone stop bleeding and correcting bones, Zhang Kun's eyes moved slightly and he walked to He Yuanxiang.

This pretty Sakura girl was still shedding tears silently. Her limbs were loosely spread out and her body was lying flat on the ground, not daring to move.

The doctor next to her was sweating profusely and shouted, "Stretcher, be very careful when getting on the stretcher. All the bones in her body seem to have fallen apart. It is difficult to reset. Be careful not to let the bones poke into the internal organs."

"It's not that serious."

Zhang Kun walked forward slowly. The doctor who had just given the order paused. He felt as if he was being stared at by a tiger. His whole body went cold. He quickly got out of the way and looked at Zhang Kun reaching out to inspect the injured. He did not dare to say a word.

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"Who has the silver needle on him?"

Zhang Kun asked without looking back, and stretched out his palm to press He Yuanxiang's chest. Of course, he knew the injury he had suffered best.

Of course it is a pity that this person with a pretty face and graceful figure was shocked to death with one palm.

Therefore, even if you are a little dissatisfied with the other party's brutal attack, it is just to teach you a lesson, and you don't really want to destroy the flower with your own hands.

This is not a battlefield, and Tsuruhara-Hsiang is not a life-or-death enemy, it is just a martial arts contest.

Well, none of those reasons.

In fact, it was because he found that he seemed to have struck too hard.

After all, the concept of peaceful times is different from the war-torn times of the Three Kingdoms and Daqing.

Even if there was an invasion from another world, it did not reach the point of mobilizing the entire population. Most people were still in their comfort zone and did not see too much cruelty.

He struck out so lightly and actually scared them.

These masters may look fierce, but they are still young at heart.

I was really scared, which was a bit detrimental to my plan.

"Yes, yes, I have it here."

A young doctor stammered in reply.

When he saw Zhang Kun turning around to look at him, he quickly handed over the packaged silver needle with a flattering smile on his face.

They, the medical staff in the medical office, who were far away from the ring before, could clearly see Zhang Kun displaying his power, especially the young male and female doctors and nurses, who looked at Zhang Kun with both fear and admiration.

It's simply too powerful.
To be continued...