Super God Gene

PS: For the promotion of Mirage Glass to the head of the parish

“Damn, I should have trusted my judgment.” Wang Yangjun threw his hand away hatefully. Some were annoyed that he did not have firm convictions and did not believe in his judgment.

“Yang Jun, what are you doing? Don't mess around, trust your judgment.” Xu Wendy was also anxious to speak to Wang Yangjun.

Wang Yangjun bit his teeth and walked up again to start World War II.

Watching Hansen was another fierce punch, Wang Yangjun stared dead at Hansen's fist. This time, like the last punch, he could tell from the details that were almost hard to notice that the punch should be white.

“Kid, the same trick wants to play in front of Wang Yangjun twice, you are too young.” Wang Yangjun stood up straight there, reaching out one hand to block Hanson's fist: “In my experience, there is more than enough to deal with this kid. I just need to trust my judgment is enough, trust myself...”

Boom!

Hansen punched Wang Yangjun in the hand, suddenly beat Wang Yangjun flying in the air and didn't know how many 360 degrees, snapped and fell on the ground.

Black boxing!

At one time, the supporters of the Saint German Military Academy died silently. Wen Xiu was also a facial dementia. She forgot to even continue to explain. She couldn't believe it. Even Wang Yangjun lost two points. If he lost another point, Wang Yangjun would be directly swept out of the game.

In fact, after this punch, Wang Yangjun's psychological defense line has been completely broken down, and it is no longer easy to maintain the normal mind.

“Black or white? Black or white?” Wang Yangjun watched Hansen's fist swing again, there was no way to judge it with his usual heart.

Boom!

No accident, Wang Yangjun was directly swept out by three to zero.

And this was just the beginning of madness, and Liu Yunsheng and Ma Long Sky, who went on to play, couldn't stop Hanson's madness.

Three to zero, still three to zero.

Four three to zero, sweep out all four players named as winners of the Saint-German School, which is a direct score of four to zero.

Comments from the audience have begun to run wild.

“My God, who the hell is this guy? Fucking fierce! ”

“The Black Fist Emperor is really overwhelming. Wang Yangjun, Ma Changkong and Liu Yunsheng are the top 20 black and white boxers who can be ranked in the military school league. They are all outnumbered by zero. They are really overwhelming. ”

“Cruel, so cruel. ”

“The Black Fist Emperor, such a horrible guy, where the hell did he come from? ”

“Hanson... the name seems a little impressive...”

“What do you mean, a little impressed? This is the great god of our Black Eagle Academy, the spokesperson for silver killing TS. You don't even know, it's too lonely. ”

“I just went to Skynet and searched. It's really him. ”

“He's such a dick, isn't he? Why are black and white fists so slippery? ”

“It's against the sky! ”

“Come on, God, let the Saints know what our Black Eagle Academy is really capable of. ”

“Abuse them. ”

“Five wins in a row, zero sanctuaries. ”

“Winning Naran promises is hard, after all, Naran. ”

“It's not impossible, there are four people in a row. Hanson's black and white boxing is terrible. He's already qualified to compete with Naran's promises. ”

……

Wen Xiu only felt a little confused. I still don't know what's going on, how powerful Sangde representative team, so a new recruit swept four people across.

“Not only will the Black Eagle win, but it will win.” Thinking about what Fang Ming had just said to her, Wen Xiu had to pour a little bitterness into her heart. She felt hot on her face and hated not being able to find a hole to drill down.

“Naran promised, and Naran promised, that the Black and White Fist League individual was the second-largest player, except for that guy, who never lost a one-on-one showdown, and he would never lose.” Wen Xiu thought of the last player of Saint De, Wen Xiu was like catching the last life-saving straw, and there was hope in his heart.

Naran promised that the best ancient martial arts students in the history of the Saint-German Military Academy had achieved very exaggerated results in all projects of the Ancient Martial Arts League of the Military Academy.

Not only black and white boxing, he was able to enter the top three for almost every project, but Gu Wu Leagues ranked second overall, and strong was not like a military school student.

The prestige in military schools will never be lower or even higher than that of the Ten Gods.

“Naran, this must be won.” Xu Wendy's face was iron and blue, her tone was a little heavy, and she had no pride in pointing at Jiangshan before the opening.

Naran promised to nod slightly and walk straight towards the hologram.

Wang Yangjun watched the game live with nervousness. It was really hard for them to believe how the Black Eagle School suddenly became so fierce that they found such a terrible new recruit.

“Hello, I'm Naran.” Standing opposite Hansen, Naran promised a friendly greeting, his ID being Naran.

“Hello, I'm the Black Fist Emperor, and if you're in trouble, you can call me the Emperor.” Hanson smiled.

Chen Ling watched the game live at this time. Her excited palms were full of sweat. She knew Hanson was a little strong, but didn't expect him to be strong enough.

A man swept across the four players of the old Strong Sgt. Sand, which was already strong and about to break through the sky.

But even so, Chen Ling was nervous. After all, now Hanson is facing a player named Naran, which can be considered a legend in the ancient martial arts league of military schools. Regarding his personal strength, he has not yet lost, except for the monster of the Central Military Academy of the League.

Especially in the black-and-white boxing project, even the monster at the Central Military Academy beat him by a score of three to two before eliminating him.

According to a renowned black-and-white fist expert, Naran's promised purity of mind seemed to have the ability to see through delusions, and any disguise seemed useless to him, so it was almost impossible to fool him with a black and white fist.

And Hanson is obviously a very good fraudster, and if in theory Naran promises to be Hanson's Kexing, Chen Ling is very worried.

“Lily, can he win Nalan?” Ji Yan grabbed Lili's arm nervously and asked.

Although she had not paid much attention to the Gu Wu League, Naran's commitment was too famous, and even she had heard a lot about Naran's commitment.

The so-called concern is chaotic. Although Ji Yanlan believes in Hanson's strength, he is still inevitably nervous, and his palms are full of sweat.

“It's really hard to say, if the opponent is someone else, the Grand Goddess Primary Brother will definitely win, but the opponent is Naran promised...” Truly is also a little hesitant.

“What happened to Naran's promise? Our third cousin will win.” The old stone beside him shouted directly.

“The Third One is the enemy of my destiny, and no one can defeat him until I defeat him.” Zhang Yang naturally said.

Lumong laughed. “Don't worry, brother, you won't lose. ”

The sibling called Ji Yan's face blushed, but the nervousness was relieved by the three of them.