Chapter 42: Degar Form!

"How could it be... one strike directly sent the Tier 4 Rat King flying?"

Du Qianxue looked at Qin Bei in disbelief, even her grip on the dagger in her hand gradually faltering.

"Rest assured, I'll handle this stinking rat."

Qin Bei clenched his fist, his gaze steady.

He stepped forward, moving toward the Rat King's body.

The Rat King, which had been struck into the sky, finally fell back down at this moment.

It smashed directly into the ground, creating a large crater.

Debris flew everywhere.

The Rat King bared its teeth and began to wail.

However, Yu Guang saw.

The freak who had just punched him flying.

Was now walking toward him.

Terrified, the Rat King immediately stood up.

It kept snarling at Qin Bei's figure.

As if trying to scare him away.

Qin Bei let out a scoff.

He stepped forward rapidly, arriving before the Rat King.

Without the slightest hesitation.

He clenched his fist and smashed it toward the Rat King's face.

As if struck by a train moving at Gao Suxingshi.

The Rat King's body flew backward rapidly.

Whoosh!

With a leap, Qin Bei instantly appeared behind the Rat King.

He directly kicked the Rat King's flying body, breaking its trajectory.

Then he raised his leg high.

And stomped on the Rat King's body.

The ground cracked open like a spiderweb.

Du Qianxue watched, her mouth hanging wide open.

This scene was simply too violent.

Most crucially... the strength of this armored man was incredibly powerful.

One fist directly smashed the Rat King's body and sent it flying.

Her own strength had been tested at the Night Patrol Bureau.

Six tons of force!

Yet during the fight with the Rat King just now.

Six tons of force striking the Rat King's body only made the Rat King take a single step back.

And now...?

This armored man's single punch.

Sent the Rat King flying.

Just how terrifying must that strength be?

Du Qianxue's gaze was deep and shadowy.

This person who suddenly appeared.

Must possess strength of at least Tier 5 or above.

And what exactly is that armor?

Is this suddenly appearing powerhouse a martial artist?

Is he from the Northwest Gathering?

Why is there no similar record in the Night Patrol Bureau?

Before Du Qianxue could figure it out.

An even more violent battle arrived.

Qin Bei grabbed the Rat King's tail with one hand, lifted it high into the air, spun it around several times.

And then suddenly smashed it down onto the ground.

Boom!

The ground seemed to tremble faintly.

Green bricks and white tiles scattered everywhere.

The scene was a complete mess.

"Disgusting beast."

Qin Bei stared fixedly at the Rat King.

In the yellow bat-like wings of its eyes, a faint red light appeared.

For no other reason... when he had punched the Rat King at close range just now.

Inside the Rat King's gaping mouth.

There was a smell of blood.

As well as human fingers and Mao Fa.

This beast!

Man-eater!

The more Qin Bei thought about it, the more violent his heart became.

This kind of thing.

Should be smashed to death with hammer blow after hammer blow.

Qin Bei did not hesitate in the slightest.

From the side at his waist, he took out a purple whistle!

De Jia whistle!

He placed the whistle against Ya's mouth.

A strange sound rang out from the whistle.

The sound was incomparably Uncle Jiang!

The space before Qin Bei began to twist.

Then a purple hammer suddenly appeared within the twisted space!

Qin Bei stretched out both hands.

Both hands gripped the hammer handle tightly.

The surface of the purple hammer suddenly flashed with silver light.

Then, starting from Qin Bei's palms.

Chain after chain, from both hands to both arms, then to the upper body.

Was directly covered by chains.

The silver light vanished.

The chains also began to shatter one by one.

The places that had just been covered by chains had all turned purple.

Even the yellow eyes had turned purple.

The big eyes at Ya's waist kept switching back and forth between purple and red!

Finally settling on purple.

Boom!

De Jia said gravely hammer appeared in Qin Bei's hand.

The shape of the brow was a massive purple fist.