Chapter 122: Beating up the Thief Clan Leader

The ugly and ferocious face of the Chicken Thief Chief slowly approached:

"You really tried your best to assassinate me.

It's a pity that my millions of descendants are coming.

Not only you, but also your subordinates will die here..."

As soon as the Chicken Thief Chief finished speaking, explosions occurred continuously in the pipeline area outside.

It seems that some guards could not hold on and died together with the Chicken Thief.

What's more troublesome is that more roars came from outside.

The Chicken Thief broke through the front line and was rushing towards the manhole.

"Go stop them, Chief, I will solve it!"

Ron looked at the Chicken Thief Chief vigilantly, gritting his teeth.

Bishop Donnie and Carter looked at each other, and immediately led the guards to withdraw from the manhole and build a front at the pipe mouth.

The narrow terrain there can better defend against the tide of Chicken Thief.

Soon, the sound of fighting came.

The thief chieftain revealed a hint of sarcasm:

"Look at your pitiful little eyes, you really want to kill me, right?

Okay, I'll give you a chance to attack."

The thief chieftain stretched his head completely in front of Ron, and the fishy smell hit him in the face.

"Little thing, cherish this opportunity..."

Then it closed its eyes, motionless, completely defenseless.

"Die!"

Ron suddenly pulled out the single-molecule battle blade and stabbed it at the eyes of the thief chieftain with all his strength.

The moment the tip of the single-molecule battle blade approached the eyeball, the thief chieftain suddenly opened his eyes--

Buzz!

The spiritual power field spread.

The single-molecule battle blade was stuck there and could no longer stab.

The thief chieftain's face was ferocious:

"Stupid, do you really think you can hurt the great existence?"

Its huge fist hit out with a bang.

Ron wanted to dodge, but his hand holding the single-molecule battle blade was firmly restricted by the spiritual power field.

He had to raise his left arm to block it in a hurry.

Bang!

This punch was like a huge hammer, hitting Ron hard.

His body was like a kite with a broken string. After drawing an arc in the air, he fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times before stopping.

The single-molecule battle blade in his hand also fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Ron got up and spit out a mouthful of blood foam.

He raised his hand and was about to use psychic power, but was restricted.

"I have been observing you.

Your psychic power is much weaker than mine, and I will not give you the opportunity to use psychic power!"

The thief patriarch sneered.

Its four arms used psychic power to imprison.

The huge psychic power formed several invisible hands and attacked Ron.

Ron's hands and feet were imprisoned and lifted into the air, unable to move.

Bang bang bang!

His body was driven by psychic power and smashed everywhere, making several large pits on the wall and the ground.

Soon, under the heavy blow, Ron seemed to have lost all his ability to resist.

The chief of the chicken thieves looked like he had had enough fun, and used his psychic power to pull Ron to his front.

"Weak and ignorant human, you can die now!"

It completely imprisoned Ron's limbs, and the tongue with sharp teeth in its mouth suddenly tightened and gathered power, shooting towards his head like a spear.

This extremely swift blow was enough to smash anyone's head!

This is the favorite way of killing for chicken thieves.

Facing this blow, Ron suddenly sneered.

He was waiting for this moment!

His clone had been parasitized by the chicken thieves once before, and he had fought against the chicken thieves many times, so he was very familiar with this trick.

Before the battle began, he specially asked Cole to build armor to specifically prevent chicken thieves!

Crack——

Ron's specially modified chest armor popped out a piece of alloy steel plate covered with poisonous stings, just blocking his head.

There was a sound.

The tongue of the chief of the chicken thieves hit the alloy steel plate, and the barbed stings on it instantly smashed into the tongue.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Feeling the intense pain, the chief of the chicken thieves instantly retracted his tongue, but the barbed stinger on it tore off more flesh and blood.

Hiss~

Be strong...

Ron couldn't help but mourn for the chief of the chicken thieves.

After all, the tongue with fangs is the egg-laying organ of the chicken thieves, which is covered with many small and sensitive nerves, equivalent to the human penis.

Imagine that penis is hit by the barbed stinger.

Anyone would be numb.

Besides, he added a lot of ingredients to the barbed stinger, several kinds of fierce poisons and ultra-high concentrations of anesthetics.

It can quickly spread to the whole body through the tongue of the chicken thieves.

The tongue of the chief of the chicken thieves just retracted was black and swollen. The intense pain, coupled with the onset of the poison and anesthetics, made it unable to maintain the spiritual confinement.

Ron fell to the ground.

He stood up quickly and punched the chief of the chicken thieves who was on all fours, covering his tongue and screaming in pain.

But the next second his fist got stuck and stopped in front of its face.

Imprisoned again!

Even though the thief chief was injured, poisoned and anesthetic, his strength was greatly reduced.

But it is still a powerful existence!

The thief chief held his tongue, his eyes were extremely vicious.

"Dare to hurt the great existence, you will die in the most painful way!"

"It's already this time, you are pretending!"

Ron's fist condensed into dazzling golden psychic lightning, and the various parts of his forearm were deformed with a click to reveal several jet tubes.

Jet boxing gloves!

This was the inspiration he proposed in the mechanical forum. Cole thought it was very interesting and made it quickly.

Bang!

The high-concentration compressed fuel inside the glove burned instantly, and red flames erupted from several jet tubes.

This provides the glove with extremely powerful thrust!

Aha! ! ! ! !

Accompanied by a loud shout.

The psychic field was shattered silently like glass.

Ron's fist, shining with golden lightning and fiery red flames, broke through the psychic field, carrying a huge force, and struck hard on the chin of the chicken thief clan leader.

boom! ! !

The chicken thief clan leader's jaw shattered into pieces, and his severed tongue and teeth flew out.

The entire chicken thief was knocked out and fell to the ground backwards.

Just as it was about to get up, it saw Ron's fist again.

"Lao Deng, take a punch from me!"

Ron hit the leader of the chicken thieves with another rocket punch.

Just when he wanted to keep throwing punches.

Zhi——

The high-concentration compressed fuel was burned and the glove went out.

Seeing this, the leader of the Chicken Thief Clan showed a hint of joy.

But the next second, his expression changed again.

Because it saw that the glove had deformed again.

The jet tube of the glove separated and fell, revealing the internal piston and air pump. The high-pressure air in the air tank on the back of the armor was injected into the air pump.

Piston starts!

Ron held down the leader of the chicken thieves and extended and retracted his fist at high speed, hammering at its head like a pile driver!

Vent your anger to your heart’s content.

Dang Dang Dang Dang!

As a high-level creature, the Chicken Thief Patriarch has a strong recovery ability and must be dealt with before the effects of poisons and anesthetics disappear!

While holding down the chicken thief patriarch's violent hammer, Ron quietly mobilized the power of the little sun.

While it was weak, it invaded the hive network.

Roar!

Along with the roar, Ron suddenly felt bad:

"No, the anesthetic has worn off!"

Buzz——

The psychic field was activated again, ejecting Ron.

When Ron got up again, he saw the leader of the chicken thieves standing up straight, and the shadow completely enveloped him.

At this moment, the chicken thief clan leader's anger reached its limit.

Its jaw was twisted, its face was covered with bone-deep wounds, and its voice was unclear:

"Damn humans, go to hell!"

A huge psychic attack came, and Ron subconsciously raised his hand to stop it.

However, the expected blow never came.

boom!

The leader of the chicken thieves was psychologically shadowed by Ron.

It turned around and collapsed the weak wall of the manhole, and escaped through the breach.

It is extremely calm at this moment.

As long as you escape, you will have an endless army.

Then we'll settle accounts with those damn humans!