Suddenly, Gale, the leader of the US super army, stepped forward, coldly surveyed the entire arena, and said indifferently, "I will represent the West in the fourth game!"
He had received orders from US President Robert before he came, and given the critical situation in the US, he was in dire need of assistance!
If they win the match, Dongfang will naturally send strong reinforcements to help them.
He didn't want to fight Qingfeng himself, after all, although he was a superhero enhanced by technology and had extraordinary strength, comparable to the fifth level of the Saint Realm!
However, superheroes created by technology all have their own drawbacks, namely, extremely strong attack power but weak defense.
If a strong opponent gets close, you can easily be killed instantly.
Gail was well aware of the drawbacks, and therefore, after much deliberation, he decided against taking action.
But now the reward has reached a point where he can't help but be tempted!
"I know that my strength is still somewhat inferior to that of General Qingfeng. I wonder if Your Excellency the Holy Knight and Your Excellency the Pope could first give me the top-grade defensive equipment and the top-grade holy artifact?"
Gail looked at the two of them and asked.
“Of course, no problem. Chief Gale, please take it.”
The two exchanged a glance, nodded, and then took out two items from their pockets, tossing them to Gail respectively.
Gail took the item, a glint of greed flashing in her eyes, then turned and left.
He walked to the front of the ring, lifted his foot and landed. Instantly, the floor cracked, and dust billowed up.
Gail leaped up, looking down with unwavering confidence, his gaze sweeping over all living beings as if a god had descended.
He stretched out his right hand, pointing at General Qingfeng below, his domineering aura soaring, and said: "You Chinese have an idiom, 'ignorant of death,' Qingfeng! Come and fight!"
Qingfeng looked at the leader of the American super army. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his face expressionless.
"You can't do it."
General Qingfeng's voice was deep and hoarse, like the grinding of a millstone, making people feel cold all over and terrified.
"You are now severely injured, while I possess a sacred artifact. What do I have to fear from you! You will die by my hand!"
A hint of anger flashed across Gale's face. This General Qingfeng dared to look down on him!
That one sentence immediately enraged him!
As a superhero enhanced by technology and aided by a top-tier artifact, Gale's confidence is at its peak!
His speed was so fast that almost no one present could see it. He perfectly demonstrated what it means to have ghostly speed!
General Qingfeng stood still, coughing lightly a few times. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, highlighting his current weakness.
His chest heaved violently, as if he were enduring some kind of pain!
A violent whooshing sound came from around him, and Qingfeng's clothes billowed and fluttered!
"drink!"
Gale roared, and the holy cross in his hand ripped through the sky, crashing down with the force of a thunderbolt.
"Boom!"
Qingfeng parried with one hand, raising his sword to block, and a tremendous roar shook the heavens!
"Pfft!"
Qingfeng staggered back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood, his face as pale as paper.
"General Qingfeng!"
"If you can't do it anymore, just admit defeat. Don't push yourself!"
The powerful figures from the East roared anxiously, filled with grief and indignation.
General Qingfeng was once the youngest Saint Realm expert in the Chinese military, a legend in the past. Now he is seriously injured. How can he fight again?
If I die in battle...
They can't afford this price!
General Qingfeng waved his hand, his gaze fixed on Gale, indifferent and ruthless.
"You can't do it."
He repeated it again.
"Qingfeng, don't be so arrogant! You're just a cripple now!"
"If that's the case, then what gives you the right to be so arrogant!"
Gale roared, "How can a Western superhero like me tolerate being insulted?"
"Even if I'm crippled, I can still easily take you down."
General Qingfeng shook his head, disappointment in his eyes, and sighed, "You're too weak. This level of attack is nothing more than a tickle to me."
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