Peerless Forbearance System

Pei Zhen was the first to stand up, provoking Li Feng in an arrogant tone.

"Stupid! See how grandpa teaches you."

With that said, Pei Zhen stretched his hands forward and pulled out a machine gun from the air.

"Bang bang bang-"

Pei Zhen took an air machine gun and used compressed air bullets to shoot at Li Feng frantically.

The power of these air bullets is not inferior to the bullets of ordinary firearms.

Li Feng raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the air bullet.

The air bullet hit his body and made a crackling sound, but it didn't cause him any damage.

"Are you tickling me?" Li Feng asked.

"Hmph! This is just an appetizer!"

Pei Zhen sneered, dissipated the air machine gun, continued to pull his hands in front of him, and even pulled out a bazooka launcher.

"Hehehe, go to hell with me!"

Pei Zhen pulled the trigger and fired an air rocket with a roar.

This rocket was extremely fast, compressed an unknown number of cubic meters of air, flew in front of Li Feng, and exploded suddenly.

In the air, a small spark was rubbed out, instantly igniting the extremely high-density oxygen,
"Boom--"

A small mushroom cloud rose from the spot, and the scorching flame rose tens of meters.

The temperature of the entire duel field has increased.

"Hahahaha! What about the taste of this rocket??" Pei Zhen laughed wildly.

As he said that, he pulled the class continuously and fired more than a dozen rockets in succession,
More than a dozen clusters of mushroom cloud flames exploded, as if they were going to burn Li Feng into ashes!

The crowd suddenly sounded gloating.

"Pei Zhen is still as perverted as ever."

"His ability is too convenient."

"This guy is probably burnt to coke."

"Hehe, do you like to play tricks? You even play tricks! Even a Pei Zhen can abuse him!"

"..."

Off the court, Fan Yun also had a look of disdain: "This guy can't even beat Pei Zhen, he is really rubbish."

You Ke curled his lips and said with a sneer: "This kind of useless dog still wants to covet Sun Xiaoyun? It's beyond self-control!"

The center of the arena.

The flames dissipated a bit, thick smoke billowed, Pei Zhen thought he had won and was cheering loudly.

Suddenly, a figure walked out slowly from the flames and thick smoke.

"Look! That guy is not dead yet!" one exclaimed.

Pei Zhen looked back immediately, and suddenly found that Li Feng walked out unscathed.

Not only was he fine, but even his clothes, hair, and mask were not damaged at all.

"Is that all you have?" Li Feng sarcastically asked.

"You? Why are you all right!" Pei Zhen said in shock.

"Are you surprised? Your little spark can't burn me to death for a month." Li Feng sneered.

"Look down on my strength? Good! I'll show you today what real terror is!"

Pei Zhen looked gloomy and angry, dissipated the bazooka, and pulled his hands in the air.

Just wanted to pull out a big killer.

However, Li Feng didn't give him any chance, he suddenly accelerated and rushed in front of Pei Zhen.

In desperation, Pei Zhen could only change his strategy, pull out a knife from the air, and slash at Li Feng.

"Crack!"

Li Feng grabbed the air knife and squeezed it hard, smashing it into pieces.

not good!This guy's body is so hard...

Pei Zhen suddenly felt something was wrong.

However, he woke up too late, Li Feng punched him in the face.

"Oh!"

This powerful punch far exceeded Pei Zhen's imagination.

As if hit by a speeding truck, the whole person was like a fired shell, suddenly flew upside down for dozens of meters, and his entire face was sunken in.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, the power of this adjudicator is so strong.

"Waste, who is next?" Li Feng looked at the crowd and asked.

"Fuck! Pei Zhen is a trash, it's really embarrassing, I'll fight you!"

A master of the tiger list stood up, and he was Zhu Kun, who ranked 47th on the tiger list.

Zhu Kun is an artistic man with dreadlocks and a goatee, very artistic, holding a paintbrush in his hand.

"What's the scariest monster you've ever seen?" Zhu Kun asked.

"What?" Li Feng asked.

"I can draw it!" Zhu Kun sneered.

"Hehe, let's forget it. If you draw it, everyone here will probably die." Li Feng thought of the Balrog.

"Tch, why haven't I drawn monsters before?"

Zhu Kun smiled disdainfully, and waved a huge paintbrush in the air.

A stream of ink was thrown out immediately, and I saw him holding the paintbrush for a while, drawing a black monster in the air.

"Go, my baby!" Zhu Kun laughed.

"Roar!!"

The pitch-black monster raised its head to the sky and roared. It was surrounded by pitch-black mist and exuded an evil aura. Its eyes were like copper bells, staring at Li Feng firmly.

The next moment, the pitch-black monster bent down, and its body suddenly swelled up.

"Goooo!"

Suddenly, the pitch-black monster rushed towards Li Feng, mixed with black air.

Li Feng remained motionless, staring straight at the monster, without any intention of dodging.

The pitch-black monster rushed forward.

"Bang!" Li Feng raised his hand and punched out, directly piercing through the dark monster's body.

This terrifying monster was smashed apart with one punch.

"Hahaha, amazing! However, this is just the beginning!"

Zhu Kun didn't panic at all, instead he laughed wildly.

He frantically waved the paintbrush, and the ink swayed wantonly in the air, forming rows of monsters.

A total of more than 20 monsters.

"Hey, this battle is not one-on-one, but a group fight." Zhu Kun laughed.

"Oh, gang fights? When you said that, I suddenly remembered that I also have a few puppets."

As Li Feng said, he took out five dolls from his arms, soaked them on the ground, and said calmly, "Release the alienation."

Immediately, the five little dolls swelled into five yellow scarf warriors.

"What trash puppets! Watch my monsters tear them apart."

Zhu Kun shouted: "Go! Tear them up!"

Immediately, more than [-] monsters rushed over together.

Li Feng said lightly: "He wants to tear you apart, do you know what to do?"

The five yellow turban fighters understood, and charged towards the twenty or so pitch-black monsters.

Suddenly, a "fierce" battle broke out between the two sides, but Li Feng and Zhu Kun did not participate.

This battle seemed fierce, but it was actually a one-sided massacre.

The individual combat power of the yellow turban wrestler far surpasses the monsters drawn by Zhu Kun.

Li Feng reckoned that a yellow scarf wrestler could easily deal with these twenty or so monsters.

Now, the five yellow turban wrestlers fought together, and more than [-] pitch-black monsters resisted for only a dozen seconds before collapsing.

This scene shocked Zhu Kun, "Why are these puppets so powerful?"

The monsters he drew by himself, he knew their strength very well in his heart, each one could defeat a hundred by one.

However, facing Li Feng's puppet, it was as fragile as paper.

Zhu Kun waved the paintbrush, wanting to draw the monster again.

However, five yellow turban wrestlers had already rushed over, surrounding him with their bloated bodies.

"Hey, I admit defeat..." Zhu Kun said with a pale smile.

"Give me a call." Li Feng said lightly.

Immediately, the five yellow scarf warriors grabbed Zhu Kun and ran wildly...

Beat Zhu Kun until he cried and cried.