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The incomprehensible shock wave washed the surface of the earth, and the terrifying power transformed into various forms of disasters, wantonly destroying the desert of death. The huge storm accompanied by the energy generated, radiating from two people as dots in all directions. The ground began to shake continuously, as if it was torn apart, and countless huge cracks spread everywhere.

After a long time, when the smoke of gunpowder disappeared, a huge basin that stretched for several kilometers suddenly appeared. In the scraped layer of ground, a fiery red lava hot stream gushed out, causing the air to smell of sulfur.

Duke withdrew the aura emitted from his body and spit out the turbid air in his chest. The energy between the worlds may be superimposed, but the bloodline is not good. The aura state just now was just a pseudo-explosion mode he simulated the Super Saiyan and developed. Although his combat power can be greatly improved, it will definitely not be as good as the 50-fold increase in combat power in the Super League.

Similarly, just like the state of the Super League will put a burden on the body, Duke simulated pseudo-explosion mode also puts a lot of pressure on the body.

Duke can indeed improve his combat power infinitely without regard to consequences, but that doesn't make sense unless he wants to destroy the planet.

Pick! Pick...

A faint steam rose from the hot ground, and the glassy ground was stomping, and Saitama walked over naked. The dead fish eyes were particularly annoying, mixed with confusion, and had a natural pretentious temperament.

It seems to be saying, Sorry, I just got distracted, what happened, did you attack?

Saitama's eyes can easily ignite the opponent's anger. His lazy pretentious look is simply a kind of contempt. However, Duke was not relieved. If it were someone else, this was indeed a provocation, but Saitama...

Although he has always been a walking pretentious man, his hollow brain has never thought about this deeply. His pussy is in contrast because his sloppy facial features are too casual.

"This is my first time fighting seriously, the enemy has not fallen yet!" Saitama said seriously.

Duke: "…"

If he took it back, he was quite good at pretending!

"Come on, Duke! I will do my best next time, I can feel that you didn't give your all." Saitama's face showed an excited look, and his fighting spirit was high.

Duke shook his head and pointed to the Death Desert that had been destroyed by the battle and had been erased from the map: "No, if you continue to fight, the nearby cities will be affected by the battle. You don't want to leave millions of people homeless because of your temporary passion!"

When Saitama heard this, his face immediately became entangled. He longed for a even-match battle. This was the closest time he had to his dream, but he didn't want to implicate innocent people because of his willfulness.

Very confused, I really want to find someone to fight!

"Then when will we have another fight? I really want to fight with you again, in a place where no one disturbs you." Saitama was obsessed with it, and then he was slapped in the face by Duke and pushed away.

Nothing else, Saitama returned to nature at this time, and Saitama was swaying in the wind, looking like a "handsome egg"! Duke was wearing only a pair of shorts and really didn't want him to get too close. What if he was photographed, how should he explain it?

The Death Desert was destroyed by battle, not because we were falling!

Speaking of wrestling... Bah, and being photographed, Duke then remembered that the technology tree in the punch world went astray, which belonged to the weird world of black technology. Maybe someone was paying attention to it. Duke doesn't like the noisy daily life. Compared to the hero everyone praises, he prefers to sit in front of the computer, play games, have a cup of fat house happiness, and then go out to save the world when needed.

"I'll talk about next time in the battle next time. Compared to this, it's better for us to leave first. I'm so hungry." Duke raised his hand and put it on Saitama's shoulder, but the other party was bare and made it difficult for him to get started. He finally held down the shiny bald head.

Whoosh!!

Move instantly!

Half an hour later, the first wave of people from the Heroes Association arrived at the scene, but they were still late. The devastated battlefield was silent, and all they had left were deep pits bombarded by violence.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Someone wrestled here... oh, is it a test for destructive weapons?"

"Don't talk about the traces left by these battles. I joined the Heroes Association, not to die!"

"I hope it's not what we imagined..."

More and more people rushed to the scene and busy building temporary blockade lines, various instruments were measuring, trying to reversely restore the situation in the Dead Desert, and the results were all silent.

There are indeed two powerful creatures who have fought here, and the result of the battle is unknown, but one thing is certain: any unknown creature, if any one is taken out alone, can destroy the S-level heroes.

"It's okay, we still have king, he is the strongest!"

"Yes, yes, as long as you have king, no matter how strong a monster is, it is not enough to be afraid..."

King's name was repeatedly mentioned, and the lost fighting spirit of the crowd cheered up again.

From some perspectives, their idea is right. After all, it is king. With just two thumbs, you can hit a powerful man who doubts life and has an imbalance in his mind.

The strongest creature on the ground is well deserved!

City z!

In a remote restaurant, Duke and Saitama are having a feast. To be honest, Duke eats and drinks, while Saitama counts plates on the side.

"So amazing, the first time I have seen someone so edible. Duke, are you really a human, not a weird person?" Saitama opened the empty plate that blocked his sight and said in amazement.

"I have to replenish a lot of food every time I fight. If the energy I consumed cannot be replenished in time, I will become weak." Duke took the time to talk about the strange setting of the Saiyans and replied: "You are the one who is really strange. Intake and output are completely unequal!"

Saitama looked at the big empty plates around him in a daze. Can this be called a little? Also, on our earth, you don’t call it eating, but you are drinking!

Saitama's brain is destined to not overly worry about a certain problem. He forgets everything except hair follicles and supermarket promotions. However, today is a day worth remembering. He met an opponent who is worth fighting and was invited to dinner when he was short of money.

The bald man decided to hold his rich thighs tightly so that he would not have to worry about eating and drinking.

Five minutes later, the hotel owner nodded and bowed and saw the two of them away. On the one hand, the ingredients were exhausted and he had to close the door early. On the other hand, he wanted to comfort his own chef. The three chefs were exhausted and were making glucose. Another cried in the toilet and refused to come out. He threatened to force him to cook again, so he put his head in the toilet and committed suicide.

As for whether it is chane (choking to death) or yes (choking to death), it is unknown!

The two were walking home, Duke was holding a toothpick in his mouth, imitating Ming Ge's walking posture, hoping that someone who was unhappy about him would jump out and accuse him of a stack of reputation losses.

The reason why Duke has money to support himself is not because of the salary of superheroes, but mainly because of the assistance of caring people in society.

Back then, he met a group of people engaged in import and export trade, wholesale and retail bleaching detergent, and went up to stop them without saying a word.

Under the witness of justice, Duke practiced inhumane preaching to them with virtue to convince people. In order to clear the craps, Duke took me the compassionate heart of whoever goes to hell. After repeated rejection, he barely accepted their suitcase.

Duke knew that they would definitely make another mistake, so he kept secretly supervising them. Once he found that he was touching a lightning, he showed up to preach him. Duke's painstaking efforts were not in vain. The scumbags would shed tears of shame every time and took the initiative to hand the suitcase to Duke. Duke cried without accepting them, and kept crying until Duke changed his words. For this reason, these people were willing to fight to death.

Whenever Duke thinks of this, he feels embarrassed!

In this materialistic society, there are not many such kind-hearted people!

Ahem, this cannot be called black eating black, it is to reverse their wrong values.

Because when Duke moved out the safe in their nest for the last time, the group changed to the construction site to move bricks. It is said that they earned 20,000 yuan a month, and there was also a studio, and they exchanged hard work for the fruits of their labor. The scums were full of hope for their future lives.
Chapter completed!