Chapter 179 God of War
The black group of people rushed towards Chen Feng like a rushing tide, trying to swallow Chen Feng.
Chen Feng stood there, behind one hand, motionless, and a hint of indifference was always hanging on his face.
A strong man who rushed to the front of the crowd rushed to Chen Feng first.
And in his hand, he was holding a very thick steel pipe, which was as thick as a child's wrist.
If this steel pipe hits a person, the bones will be smashed on the spot.
The strong man swung the steel pipe and smashed Chen Feng's shoulder without saying a word, without showing any mercy.
After all, Huang Wenbo gave a dead order, so Chen Feng must not be allowed to go out alive tonight.
The pitch-black steel pipe carried a rumbling sound of wind and headed straight for Chen Feng's shoulder.
Chen Feng still didn't move.
Seeing this, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.
Because in his opinion, Chen Feng's behavior is no different from seeking death.
Seeing that the steel pipe was about to hit Chen Feng's shoulder, as long as it hit, Chen Feng's shoulder bone would undoubtedly be broken.
However, at this critical moment.
Chen Feng's mouth raised slightly, and then his whole body turned into a afterimage and flashed to the side.
The strong man's steel pipe smashed into pieces on the spot and hit the ground heavily, making a loud "clang!"
Due to the violent collision between the steel pipe and the ground, the strong man's entire arm was numb.
"Damn it!" The strong man gritted his teeth, shook his arm, and swung the steel pipe to attack again.
However, Chen Feng would not give him a second chance.
Chen Feng turned into a black shadow again and appeared in front of the strong man.
Before the strong man could react, Chen Feng's right hand turned into a knife-shaped wave and slashed heavily on the shoulder of the strong man holding the steel pipe.
"Click!"
Only a sound of bone cracks sounded.
The strong man's face turned pale in an instant, and the steel pipe in his hand fell to the ground, covering his shoulders with one hand, and howled in pain.
Chen Feng smiled coldly without showing any mercy. He raised his leg and kicked the strong man's lower abdomen.
The strong man had no ability to resist at all. He was kicked backwards on the spot and knocked over several people rushing towards him one after another.
This scene surprised everyone present, with their eyes wide open, and their eyes were filled with incredible.
They didn't expect that Chen Feng's skills were so good.
The strong man just now was also famous for fighting and was extremely powerful, otherwise he would not have rushed forward.
What's more, he has weapons in his hands, so his combat power should be stronger.
But such a person was settled by Chen Feng, an unarmed guy, and he seemed to have no ability to turn the hand.
This is really incredible.
For a moment, the hundreds of people rushing towards Chen Feng subconsciously slowed down, and no one dared to rush up alone anymore.
Because if you do that, you will definitely end up with the same fate as the strong man just now.
Seeing that his subordinates had slowed down for a while, Huang Wenbo was very angry and cursed: "Damn, are you all your money? It's really useless to raise you. You all go with me. No matter how powerful he is, if you more than one hundred people attack together, can he still make a big difference?"
When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized.
yes!
There are more than a hundred people on my side, and each person can drown Chen Feng if he spits.
Absolutely big advantage, I'm afraid of a ball!
Thinking of this, everyone no longer hesitated, raised their weapons one after another, and rushed towards Chen Feng even more desperately.
Chen Feng looked at the group of people who were about to rush into him, narrowed his scarlet eyes and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He bent down and picked up the steel pipe left by the strong man just now, played with it in his hand for a few times, then swung the steel pipe directly and took the initiative to meet the group of people.
Time is limited, Chen Feng doesn't want to play anymore.
Moreover, he had given this group of people a chance to retreat just now. These people don’t know how to cherish them, so he can’t blame him.
No matter how kind a person is, it is limitless!
Chen Feng held the steel pipe and turned into a black figure, rushed into the crowd directly, colliding with hundreds of people.
When Huang Wenbo and the cockscomb-headed man not far away saw this scene, a hint of contempt and mockery flashed in their eyes.
They felt that Chen Feng's actions were undoubtedly seeking death.
Under the siege of hundreds of people, even no matter how powerful a person is, he will definitely die without a place to die.
When the group of people saw Chen Feng rushing in, they no longer hesitated and swung the guys and hit Chen Feng.
Some of them use steel pipes, and some use watermelon knife.
These weapons fell towards Chen Feng like raindrops.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have died hundreds of times long ago.
However, Chen Feng was like a flexible fish, dodging these attacks one by one.
While avoiding, the steel pipe in Chen Feng's hand was not idle either.
As long as Chen Feng finds a chance, Chen Feng will swing the steel pipe without hesitation.
And whenever Chen Feng waved the steel pipe once, someone would definitely scream and fly backwards.
In less than a minute, nearly fifty people had already fallen down by hundreds of people.
At this moment, Chen Feng was like a tiger rushing into the flock of sheep, waving his sharp claws wantonly.
Huang Wenbo's subordinates had no room for resistance.
Huang Wenbo and the man with a cockscomb were watching not far away.
The two of them were confused at this time, and they had already become petrified. In addition to shock, they also had deep fear on their faces.
Gradually, fewer and fewer people can stand.
From the original hundreds to fifty, then to thirty, then to twenty, then to twenty, only one was left.
The last one left is a non-mainstream man whose heads are all dyed purple.
In his hand, he was holding a sharp watermelon knife.
However, at this moment, his whole body was trembling and his knife was not stable.
Because at this moment, on the ground in front of him, they were all companions who were covering their stomachs and wailing.
Chen Feng held the steel pipe in his hand, like a god of war, with a powerful aura all over his body, and walked towards the last purple-haired man step by step.
Seeing this, the purple-haired man was almost scared and trembled. He knelt down at Chen Feng with a thump, kowtowed and begged for mercy:
"Big...Brother, I was wrong. I have a sixty-year-old mother above and a son in a cell state below. Please let it go!"
"Son in a cell state?" Chen Feng's face turned strange.
"I don't have a girlfriend yet, so my son is still here with me... You know." The purple-haired man said embarrassedly.
Chen Feng was speechless.
If you don’t have a son, just say you don’t have a son. You’re still in a cellular state. This is really funny.
(End of this chapter)...
Chapter completed!