I'm really not a dark Ultraman

Chapter 502: The Night Raid Team is Destroyed

Although He Cang Yingsuke is already the elite among the elite, there is still a big gap between him and the non-human stage. Zhou Hong held his old fist, and the farmer's three punches made a "bang bang bang" sound.

The heavy punch hit the special combat uniform, creating ripples, and He Cang Yingfu was instantly sent flying like a kite blown by strong wind.

After rolling a few times on the ground to release the force, it collapsed to the ground in a spread-eagle position and remained motionless.

"You bastard!" Xijo Feng also had a bad temper. Seeing his captain like this, he rushed up and punched Zhou Hong twice in the face.

Fancy moves!

Zhou Hong didn't even dodge.

The collision of flesh and blood made a dull "pop" sound.

Zhou Hong didn't feel much pain due to the fat on his face. The impact felt like being punched by a cat without extended claws. Instead, the itchiness was more severe.

Saijo Feng was very sure that he had used all his strength, and it was obvious that Ikki Komon would be hit by him and flee sideways in embarrassment.

In her sight, the lips next to her fist gradually opened to the sides, slowly revealing his white teeth. The bright sunshine did not bring her a trace of warmth, and the chill gradually rose from her heart to her head.

The whistling wind was blowing, and there was no attack in sight. Zhou Hong threw a backhand hook and hit Nishijo Fuu in the face.

After circling in the air for several times, it was kicked out by Zhou Hong and lay motionless next to Kura Eisuke.

The exaggerated fighting power made the leader Soma swallow his saliva, but as a member of the Self-Defense Force, he still stood up bravely, "Are all the Self-Defense Forces people like you? Indiscriminate..."

"state!"

"Too much nonsense, TLT executives."

Although Soma still insists on training every day, his combat effectiveness has declined significantly due to his age and work, and he is no match for the special warfare elites of the Night Raid Team.

After killing the guy who was in the way, Zhou Hong continued walking slowly towards Mitsuhiko Ishibori.

Hiraki Shiori, who had some affection for Ishihori Mitsuhiko, stood in front of Ishihori Mitsuhiko in a standard fighting posture.

She was about to shout loudly, but the iron fist was already on her face, moving her head. The strong impact made her eyes roll back.

"Don't just believe what you see, girl." He threw the unconscious Hiraki Shiori away, allowing her to reunite with Wakura Eisuke.

Under the limitations of the human race and compared with the physical fitness of Ishihori Mitsuhiko's body, Zaki had already seen that he would not be a match for Zhou Hong, but in order to maintain his disguise, he still charged towards Zhou Hong.

A weak fist can only kill an ordinary person. Zhou Hong just felt that he was so weak that he couldn't muster any strength. He slightly turned his head to avoid his fist.

"You still want to fight me with your current strength? You are very brave. I am very happy."

"But I advise you not to be too persistent. It is very difficult to control the power of stepping over an ant without killing it."

Zhou Hong actually didn't take Zaki too seriously.

At best, he is at the level of Wingless Noah, so it won't be difficult for me to defeat him.

And now that he was disguised as a human, Zhou Hong naturally looked down on him even more.

Only the weak will pretend. The truly strong will crush all the trivialities that stand in their way like a steamroller.

The reason why he did not kill Ishihori Mitsuhiko right now was simply because he wanted to hold the creditors accountable and let them settle the score with Zaki.

The crimes he committed over the years.

Ishihori Mitsuhiko's fist, which he threw with all his strength, was easily caught in Zhou Hong's palm. He felt a chill in his heart and raised his head to look at Zhou Hong.

A ferocious smile appeared on his fleshy face at some point, and his dark eyes flashed with a faint red light.

Why does this smile seem a little different from before?
In an instant, a burly figure stood beside him.

A huge hand that could not be seen clearly with human dynamic vision instantly pressed against his cheek, and the five fingers sank deeply into his flesh with a force that seemed to pierce through even the skull inside.

Hundreds of pounds of flesh and blood were like floating paper. His feet left the ground and he used the force of his face to pry Ishihori Mitsuhiko's whole body, allowing Zhou Hong's arms to lead him to draw a vertical line on the ground.

The impact of the back of his head with the ground made a sound of "hitting the head", which made people wonder if his brain had been stirred up by the impact.

The dust on the ground created a circle of turbid ripples visible to the naked eye as the body hit the ground. The ring-shaped dust spread in all directions, making people unable to help but cover their mouths and noses.

However, the only one who made this move was Ikki Komon.

Ishihori Mitsuhiko felt his head buzzing, and for a moment his consciousness flew away from this human body.

Are there such powerful guys among humans?
With a hint of confusion in his eyes, Ishihori Mitsuhiko also fell into "coma".

"You're the only one left?" Zhou Hong clapped his hands, stepped on Ishihori Mitsuhiko's head and even crushed it with his toes, looking like a bully. "What night raid team? The most elite warriors of mankind? There's not even one capable fighter."

In short, it is not ordinary arrogance.

Even Ishihori Mitsuhiko, who was pretending to be unconscious, almost couldn't help but get up and slap Zhou Hong twice.

Although Ishihori Mitsuhiko never taught Ikki Komon any skills, in Ikki Komon's eyes, they are still teammates after all.

"Please move your feet." Ikki Komon did not take action right away. Instead, he tried to reason politely.

"I haven't seen you in the previous information of the Night Raid Team. You must be a new member of the Night Raid Team." Zhou Hong crossed his arms, "I am not interested in a rookie like you."

"Just take these rubbish back."

After saying that, Zhou Hong moved his legs and walked towards the pilots on the side. After the fight, he started the fighter flight training.

The muscular back was completely defenseless, with its muscles twisting, looking tough to mess with, but easy to attack by surprise.

This kind of disregard was very infuriating. Ikki Komon's fists were hardened, but if he took action, he had already seen what would happen to him.

My small body will definitely be beaten to pieces.

This kind of fighting with others was not what he liked. He squatted down silently, tidied up his teammates, and carefully transported them to the military jeep not far away.

The driver took a deep puff of his cigarette while trembling. After calming down a little, he silently helped Ikki Komon to move the members of the Night Raid Team who looked almost dead.

The jeep was moving very fast, as if it was running for its life, and it escaped from the air base.

(End of this chapter)