The mortality rate of black market fist is very high, and it is the highest in the world. Because of the mortality rate of black market fist, black market fist cannot be considered a competition. All black market fist fighters focus on killing their opponents, and each move is to make the opponent die.

They have no morality, no norms, and they only use how to kill each other in the shortest time.

Warriors are a group of martial arts practitioners with moral norms. They have their own rules and their own independent behavioral standards. They usually click to the point and compete under the rules to compete, pursuing stronger physical breakthroughs.

Professional soldiers are different from warriors, and even more different from black market boxers. They do not have too many skills, and many professional soldiers are originally ordinary people, but they slowly become professional soldiers after entering the army.

On the battlefield, they were not facing a corpse in the boxing ring, but rather a pouring bullet and ubiquitous artillery fire, and hundreds of corpses that were against me. They were alive the first second, but the next second, they might be smashed into pieces by a grenade, and were hit by the bullets.

They are not facing the death rate, they are facing the death threat without any rate.

Did the black market boxer shoot against the Gatling gun? Do the warrior know that when the Magnu pistol shot through his head, he could blow the shrapnel into the center of his brain as much as possible? Have the black market boxer fought with bare hands and armed helicopters? Do the warriors understand that the bazooka actually attacks tanks?

They didn't understand it before. Because the threat they suffered was too small, less than one-tenth of the battlefield. If they were brought to the battlefield, they might not even know how they died.

True professional soldiers look down on these people at all, because you can't expect survivors who crawl out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood to look down on these people who fight for money and exist to chase excellence.

Every professional soldier who has experienced the war knows the most cutting-edge killing skills, and every professional soldier who charges heavily under the command knows that death is just a moment of truth.

Prince Shi is a professional soldier and has experienced countless battlefields, so he can move forward and truly move forward.

What stood in front of him was not a missile or a gun, but a mere person. Even if this person was so strong that he could not make him feel any fear.

"Bang!"

Prince Shi's right hand suddenly turned into a fist towards the brutal Marcus, and his iron fist hit the opponent's arm that protected his throat, making a dull sound.

After being hit, Marcus took a big step back with an expression of incomparable pain on his face.

His arm, which had been tempered for thousands of years, was safe and sound, but the powerful impact force hit his throat with the help of his arm. Although it did not cause fatal damage to his throat, it felt absolutely unpleasant.

But this was not finished, and Prince Shi still charged forward. It was like hearing a charge on the battlefield. No matter whether there was a minefield in front or a number of guns and bunkers waiting in front, and no matter whether there was a dense bombardment area in front or not, as long as the charge horn sounded, it had to charge. Even if it would die in the next second, it would charge and then charge.

Because he is a professional soldier, the moment he hears the charge, he will forget his family, friends, and even the motherland and the people. If he forgets everything, they will shake their legs and charge without hesitation, watching their comrades fall down one by one until they finally fall down.

On the contrary, as long as you can't fall, you will charge in the battle under the command of the Charge!

Prince Shi, who rushed to Marcus, punched the other party in the face, in the simplest and most direct way.

After being charged by the beasts of war, Marcus had no ability to dodge and could only wave his arms again to block.

"Bang!"

The fist hit the brutal Marcus's arms again, slamming him back and overturning to the ground. His steel-like arms were directly dispersed by Prince Shi's second punch, and then twitched and trembling after dispersing to both sides of his body.

With two punches, just two punches, Marcus, the king of fighting in the world, was knocked to the ground by the disabled Prince Shi; with just two punches, he trembled and weakly.

This is the strength of Prince Shi, his previous strength!

With a "huh", Prince Shi jumped with one leg, and his strong body did not come to the air like a normal jump, but instead rotated half a circle and smashed it hard towards the brutal Marcus lying on the ground on his back.

His jump was not for raising it, but for the more violent blow to the brutal Marcus with the help of the jumping power.

"boom!"

Marcus rolled and dodged, and Prince Shi hit the ground hard, and the attack failed.

But at the moment of failure, Prince Mushi stretched out his intact legs and put it hard on Marcus's face.

"Bang!"

His face was kicked, and Marcus's head trembled like a rattle. As he trembled, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and his face was deformed.

Prince Shi, who was charging, continued to pounce on Marcus, whose face was severely damaged, pinched the other party's neck, exerted force, and threw it towards the hard rocks.

The brutal Marcus's body flew towards the rock, hit the rock hard, and then hit the ground hard.

Shocking blood appeared on the rocks, and Marcus, who hit the ground, twitched constantly, and his open mouth kept vomiting blood.

Prince Shi’s power is so powerful that he can throw a living person ten meters away, and the opponent will lose his combat power in an instant.

A series of attacks in the charge were completed in one go, without giving anyone any gaps to sigh. When the charge was completed and the attack became, the brutal Thomas was beaten by Prince Shi and his life and death were unknown.

Crip? Cleptic? Haha.

"roar!!!"

Prince Shi opened his eyes angrily, clenched his fists with both hands, and suddenly looked up to the sky and made a roar, as if he was a violent lion.

After so long, he can finally be his former self. Critical strike? King of Fighting? Get out of here, get out as far as I can!

"I am Prince Shi!" After roaring, Prince Shi opened his fists and roared into the sky: "I am Brother Lian of Martyrs! The only brother! Roar!!!"

It roared into the sky. At this moment, it seemed that only Prince Shi was between heaven and earth. His feet were on the ground and his head was against the sky. Even if one of his legs was lame, even if the skull was plastic, it could not hinder his standing up.

Zhukov's face was ashes, Li Xian was extremely excited, and all the Kangba people were cheering, but Xiao Yuanchao, who was so drunk that he didn't know who he was, stared at the cruelty lying on the ground.

He clearly saw Marcus slowly turning over and getting up, rubbing the blood on his chin expressionlessly, and looking at Prince Shi with his eyes.
Chapter completed!