Thirty percent of the power of the previous self-explosion was fed back to the birthday man. With a bang, the birthday man's fat body flew backwards dozens of meters and rolled to the ground with a ferocious look on his face.
"This damage... is clearly my trick!"
The birthday man was stunned by the beating. How could the opponent counterattack the damage caused by his own self-explosion?
This is a bit too outrageous.
The dragon was also stunned.
"How can I hurt it with such useless tricks?"
The dragon has become accustomed to the strange fighting style of being hit ten times by the punch, and then punching back once in the gap.
This is the first time I have experienced the joy of fighting back.
"We can talk it over. I can give each of you a peach, and I can also help you live longer. There's no need to resort to violence."
The birthday man was so stunned that he no longer had the composure he had before.
It has only one thought in its mind.
When I find the tools that can transform the origin into an advanced one and step into the stage of destroying the city, I will make you pay a thousand times the price!
But now I am still halfway to destroying the city. Faced with the strangeness that there are four opponents who are willing to fight in person, I still have to endure for a while.
It never thought that it would see so many cities that were halfway to being destroyed in its lifetime.
And they are all contracted by humans from the same camp.
This is equivalent to telling you that there are actually eight suns standing behind the sun. They have not been shot to death, but are just hiding behind the largest one.
I thought there was only one, but it turned out to be nine.
In an instant, it seemed that destroying the city was just half a step away.
Not worth mentioning.
But just as it finished speaking, a 'God of Longevity' that looked exactly like itself stood in front of it.
Then a strange shadow appeared behind it and held it tightly.
"I'm going to punch you for letting your fart go!"
The birthday man watched helplessly as "his" fist swung towards him, and the ghost shadow flashed to his side again and punched the fat man in the face.
Depend on!
The "peach" in the birthday man's hand jumped again, and the explosion was ready to go.
Even the battle-mad Ghost Shadow had to curse inwardly, and then instantly flashed back into the arms of the dragon.
At this time, I heard the birthday man shouting:
"Lord of the Land, if you don't help me, I will really stay here!"
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