Chapter 694

The continuous fleeing made Watanabe Xiong somewhat irritable.

Watanabe Xiong felt that his dignity had been insulted.

So he prepared to fight back.

Watanabe Xiong silently brandished the samurai sword in his hand, and a powerful aura radiated waves of killing intent from his body.

Facing him was a huge Arm-Wrestling King, with bulging muscles and fierce eyes.

They began to clash.

The sound of fists hitting flesh and the glint of swords intertwined in the air.

Perhaps it was a desperate fight, but Watanabe Xiong displayed astonishing swordsmanship and skill.

He dodged and attacked rapidly.

However, the Arm-Wrestling King's strength was breathtaking, and every attack carried destructive power.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the battlefield was filled with the smell of smoke and blood.

Watanabe Xiong's sword technique became increasingly sharp, and every slash brought up a magnificent blade light that pierced the air, yet it was difficult to severely injure the Arm-Wrestling King.

After a fierce clash, the Arm-Wrestling King launched a fatal blow, smashing heavily into Watanabe Xiong's chest and sending him flying fiercely.

The moment Watanabe Xiong hit the ground, he did not give up.

He struggled to stand up, his eyes full of firm fighting spirit.

Perhaps this was his Bushido spirit; he raised his samurai sword.

At this moment, the Arm-Wrestling King pounced toward Watanabe Xiong again, showing soul-shaking power.

Watanabe Xiong's entire body's strength had reached its limit.

Although the hope of survival was slim, he still faced the Arm-Wrestling King without hesitation.

Their swords and fists clashed, stirring up huge energy fluctuations.

Boom!

The moment Watanabe Xiong and the Arm-Wrestling King collided, the air seemed to be torn apart and distorted, and a deafening roar spread all around.

Gravel flew everywhere, cutting everything around like sharp blades. The ground was blasted into a large pit, and the bottom of the pit was bottomless.

The intense shockwave kicked up a gale, uprooting trees, and the earth actually trembled slightly.

Yellow soil and dust swirled in the air, forming a thick cloud of smoke.

The Arm-Wrestling King's huge body was pushed back uncontrollably by the impact, its giant arms spasming, unable to control its form.

Looking at Watanabe Xiong, he was like a cannonball fired from a chamber, after continuously breaking several large trees.

Watanabe Xiong's figure finally stopped.

He looked at the Arm-Wrestling King.

Cough, cough, cough!

Large mouthfuls of fresh blood sprayed out from Watanabe Xiong's mouth.

Perhaps because he was about to die, there was no fear on Watanabe Xiong's face.

There was more mockery.

As a king, how had the Arm-Wrestling King ever encountered such treatment?

"Roar!"

It let out a roar and pounced toward Watanabe Xiong.

The Arm-Wrestling King had infinite strength, and its fist smashed toward Watanabe Xiong.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

One punch after another.

Watanabe Xiong was a human after all; facing the Arm-Wrestling King with its giant strength, he no longer had the power to resist.

He could only let those huge fists hit his body.

All the bones in Watanabe Xiong's body were smashed to pieces, and his entire person turned into a puddle of meat paste.

Even so.

The Arm-Wrestling King, in a state of rage, still did not stop its attacking fists.

No one knew how long it hammered.

The entire ground was hammered into a huge pit by the Arm-Wrestling King.

The Arm-Wrestling King stopped.

Looking at the huge pit in front of it, the Arm-Wrestling King was panting.

It felt the stuffiness pressing on its chest disappear.

Daring to offend it, the Arm-Wrestling King, meant one had to be prepared to be smashed into meat paste.

Boom-crack!

A very thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky.

That bucket-thick lightning pierced through heaven and earth, hitting the Arm-Wrestling King squarely.

The Arm-Wrestling King was hit by the lightning, and its body went stiff for a moment.

Countless electric currents darted rapidly across its body, making a crackling sound.

The Arm-Wrestling King was somewhat confused, its bell-sized eyes staring at the surroundings.

The Arm-Wrestling King couldn't understand who had ambushed it.

Swish!

A black shadow suddenly appeared in front of the Arm-Wrestling King.

The Arm-Wrestling King looked at Chen Hao.

Upon seeing Chen Hao's right hand, the Arm-Wrestling King shrank in pain.

Its entire body began to tremble violently.

That was fear from the soul.

At this moment, Chen Hao's right hand was wrapped in a mass of white substance.

He slashed toward the Arm-Wrestling King's neck.

Swish!

A crisp sound came.

The Arm-Wrestling King's huge head was directly cut off by Chen Hao.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

A large amount of fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

Chen Hao couldn't dodge in time and was directly soaked by the scalding blood.

Rustle, rustle!

Rustle, rustle!

A burst of dense footsteps came from the jungle.

Before long, a group of Giant Arm-Wrestlers appeared in front of Chen Hao.

Chen Hao recognized these guys; they were exactly the Giant Arm-Wrestlers that had fled earlier.

The moment they saw the Arm-Wrestling King with its head cut off, all the Giant Arm-Wrestlers were stunned in place.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

A Giant Arm-Wrestler with a relatively large physique began to call out.

The Arm-Wrestling King was dead; this tribe needed a new leader.

That Giant Arm-Wrestler with the larger physique stood out.

It took a look at Chen Hao.

Its eyes, which were originally full of hatred, softened a bit.

It actually bowed directly to Chen Hao.

Although it was known that animals worshiped the strong, this was too obvious, wasn't it?

After that larger Giant Arm-Wrestler bowed to Chen Hao.

It directly led the tribe away.

During this time, a few guys turned their heads, wanting to remember Chen Hao's appearance.