Demon Lord's Legitimate Son subconsciously looked at the ground where Yu Sheng had hit it, and then at the doctor.
Having always admired his father and imitated him throughout his life, he was a little confused for a while.
Even if his father comes, he will be confused when he hears someone chatting like this, right?
God's horse is so big!
However, if Yu Sheng's hammer really only occupies such a large area, can he... be able to defeat such a big person?
It's somewhat uncertain.
"Boring."
In the end, Demon Lord's Legitimate Son just responded coldly, "If you can still walk, get up."
It turned its head and looked in the direction of Six-Tailed Fox: "I hate your forbearance."
The moment its voice fell, Six-Tailed Fox, which had been wailing a second ago, stopped suddenly. Although it was still in a very embarrassed state, including broken leg bones, a broken waist, and concussed internal organs, it still gritted its teeth and stood up, limping after Behind Demon Lord's Legitimate Son, he walked towards the distance. He didn't forget to turn his head, glance at Yu Sheng, and grinned. "Over the years, the only thing I have developed is endurance. Only those who survive will have output."
"I am not only a flexible Assassin, but also a fighter who can resist beating."
With a chuckle, Six-Tailed Fox's body surface was filled with streaks of Demon Aura, slowly repairing its injuries, and it followed Demon Domain Lord into the building.
The entire building covers an area of several kilometers and looks like a manor.
It doesn't make much difference whether you go in earlier or later.
The two Cheetah looked at Yu Sheng with some fear, and finally hurriedly caught up with the leader and disappeared.
The battle is over.
Sun Wen ran over from a distance carrying his handsome and technologically advanced Sniper Rifle.
Yu Sheng squatted in front of Zhao Zicheng and inspected it carefully.
"Zhao Zicheng... It's also very durable..."
Finally, Yu Sheng whispered.
He was still able to survive such a serious injury. To a certain extent, Zhao Zicheng's ability to resist being hit was even better.
As expected of someone who has always been provocative beyond one level or even two levels over the years. Third Level is a provocative being who is either being beaten or running wildly on the way to being beaten.
Although I haven't won physically, at least... I haven't lost verbally.
He can always hit people's hearts accurately, making them unable to help but beat him up.
However, this has also created a new scene for the Ink Academy. This group of the Ink Academy students have a strong tolerance for trash talk. Sometimes, they even display 30% of the level of Zhao Zicheng. When chasing wanted criminals, it is easy for the wanted criminals to give up the idea of escape and turn around and fight them desperately.
Moreover, the insults hurled at them by these wanted criminals sounded painless and even made them laugh.
It can be said that this group of people were originally Ruffian-like existences, but now they are even criticized for their success.
This once caused Ink Academy's already bad reputation to become even worse.
"Cough... cough cough..."
Zhao Zicheng opened his eyes a little weakly and saw the face of Yu Sheng.
"Did I say something... before I fainted?"
Even though his whole body ached, Zhao Zicheng still asked nervously immediately.
After seeing the affirmative look in Yu Sheng's eyes, Zhao Zicheng firmly stretched out his hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck himself on the back of his head, causing him to faint again.
Perhaps only when he was in a coma could he get rid of that embarrassing atmosphere.
"Huh?"
"Zhao Zicheng is injured so seriously?"
"You've been unconscious for ten minutes and there's no sign of waking up?"
"Is my judgment wrong?"
Sun Wen had just arrived. Looking at Zhao Zicheng who was sleeping, he was a little confused and asked.
"He knocked himself out again."
"Because when I arrived, he said..."
Yu Sheng carefully explained Zhao Zicheng's condition and tried to tell the root cause.
But before he finished speaking, the comatose Zhao Zicheng miraculously woke up and looked at Yu Sheng with wide eyes. "I didn't say anything!"
"Sun Wen, you Old Man, apply medicine to me!"
"In a short while, all the good things inside were snatched by these beasts!"
Zhao Zicheng cursed and decisively changed the subject.
Sun Wen signaled Yu Sheng with his furtive eyes, and Yu Sheng nodded lightly without leaving any trace, communicating without saying a word.
A mean smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he took out a bunch of bottles and cans, and kept smearing them on Zhao Zicheng's body. "Oh, luckily the first person Young Master met on this Wasteland was Yu Sheng. If I met a stupid B like you, you might be able to play with me to death!"
"I have already made a will. After my death, all the money will be donated to the Ink Pavilion. Don't worry about it!"
"Tsk tsk..."
While Sun Wen was being treated, he did not forget to ridicule, and curiously stretched out a finger to slap Zhao Zicheng's arm.
Zhao Zicheng no longer looked as tough as before. He took a breath of air and his body twitched slightly. "I, Old Man, please be gentle!"
"And, I suggest you go see those two brothers first!"
"Otherwise you might have to eat at their table."
As he said that, Zhao Zicheng turned his head and looked at Zhou Sheng, Yu Shuang who was fainting at the side.
"I've seen it a long time ago. They can't die. Their injuries are not as serious as yours."
"It's just that these young people are not as capable of fighting as you are."
"But that's right. People like you who get beaten every day are really rare."
Sun Wen was amazed, grabbed Zhao Zicheng's arm, twisted hard, and restored the bone position.
"The sad thing is that if you hit me, you might be shocked to death by my reaction." Zhao Zicheng looked at Sun Wen with sympathy and said quietly.
The next second, screams sounded.
With a calm expression, Sun Wen put a few drops of liquid on Zhao Zicheng's wound, expressionless. "This medicine is very strong, but it hurts a little. For Brawny Man like you, it should be a minor problem, right?"
"Haha..."
For a moment, his smile was a little sinister, like a devil walking out of Hell.