Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1481 - 1482: One Finger

Yang Fei gently took hold of Cui Xiang's arm and stood up, saying calmly, "This guy is coming for , I'll go."

Cui Xiang felt Yang Fei's arm on his, as if it weighed a thousand pounds, making him unable to move, and he was shocked in his heart.

In just a few months, the strength of the Chief Instructor had soared to such a realm, leaving Cui Xiang utterly astonished.

Seeing Yang Fei take action personally, the other Evil Dragon Experts fell silent.

Although everyone had great strength, none dared to compare themselves with Yang Fei.

Bick, seeing that Yang Fei was slow to step onto the platform, roared and swiftly removed his shirt.

His whole body was covered in black fur, and his muscles swelled like granite, seeming as though each tendon harbored explosive power.

Bick resembled a real grizzly bear, clenching his fists, raising them over his head, and roaring viciously.

"Ants of the Blue Sword, co up here and die!"

Seeing this guy's fierce and vicious deanor, all the Special Forces were secretly terrified, with so too frightened to look at Bick, lowering their heads.

The corners of Yang Fei's mouth held a cold smile as he elegantly stepped onto the arena.

Aside from the Blue Sword Brigade, nearly everyone, upon seeing Yang Fei's tall but thin body, couldn't help but sigh and shake their heads.

Originally, Yang Fei wasn't considered short, but in front of the human beast Bick, he looked pitifully small and extrely thin.

He seed like a piece of paper, and as if a single breath from Bick could blow him away.

Bick, over two ters tall, with muscles bulging like a tank, shouted once he saw Yang Fei step onto the Duel Platform, then charged directly at him.

Each of his steps on the concrete platform made it quake, as if the very ground was shaking.

Seeing his montum, everyone turned pale.

The more timid soldiers didn't dare to look, tightly shutting their eyes, fearing that they would witness the grueso scene of Yang Fei being beaten to a pulp.

Bick's fist pounded through the air, coming at Yang Fei's head with a muffled crash.

Yang Fei remained unfazed, his shoulder steady, looking calmly at Bick.

"What? Are your words just empty gas?"

Buzz!

Bick's fist abruptly stopped in front of Yang Fei's nose, vibrating the air with a buzzing sound.

"What did you say?"

This was incredibly dangerous, causing many soldiers to scream in fright.

If Bick hadn't stopped his fist, this powerful blow might have crushed Yang Fei's skull.

The Three Swords, Mad Blade, and others nodded repeatedly.

Clearly, Yang Fei wouldn't take such a risk, indicating that he didn't even consider Bick's fist a threat.

He could catch or neutralize Bick's terrifying punch at any mont.

Yang Fei looked at Bick indifferently, not even acknowledging the fist.

"Do you rember our bet? I bet you can't withstand one of my strikes. If you can withstand one punch and one kick from , then I'll consider this match lost."

Yang Fei's words were shocking; standing in front of Bick, he looked like a child of four or five years old.

In everyone's eyes, let alone one punch, even a hundred wouldn't faze Bick.

Special Forces from various countries, having survived life-and-death battles, were all wide-eyed in amazent after hearing Yang Fei's words.

"Holy crap, is this guy insane? Lying with his eyes wide open!"

"Impossible, he must be stalling for ti."

"Haha, he thinks he's Tang Xiaolong, the martial arts star who once said that."

"Arrogant Huaxia man, he will surely be punished."

...

Bick laughed loudly, withdrawing his fist willingly, standing chest out.

"Fine, I'll let you hit, but don't bla for being ruthless if you can't knock down."

A peculiar smile flashed in Yang Fei's eyes, and he slowly said, "I've always been confident in my fists."

"Rest assured, if you can endure one of my fingers, I'll admit you win."

Saying this, he extended one finger, slowly moving it toward Bick.

His action was exceedingly slow, inching forward, his finger slender and elegant, like a girl playfully teasing her boyfriend.

Bick widened his copper bell-like eyes, and because of his focused gaze, he looked a bit cross-eyed and comical.

Yang Fei's finger gently tapped Bick's forehead, then retracted.

Seeing this fellow's ridiculous performance, everyone burst into laughter, so cursing and laughing.

They all scolded Yang Fei for turning the bloodthirsty Duel Platform into a monkey show.

"What's this guy doing? This is a duel platform, not an act!"

"I don't get it, is he begging for rcy before the fight even begins?"

"Is this Huaxia's latest surrender ritual? Truly a disgrace to soldiers!"

...

Discussion erupted, even the Evil Dragon Soldier King couldn't understand the aning behind Yang Fei's calm finger.

Li Guoqing's expression was helpless: "What is Instructor Yang doing?"

The Three Swords and Fan Yi, however, looked solemn.

Fan Yi sighed and said quietly, "The battle is over."

The Three Swords nodded, with faces full of admiration.

"Really, it's terrifying to think when we might reach Brother Fei's realm."

Outsiders watch the excitent, experts discern the subtleties.

While others didn't understand Yang Fei's finger, the Three Swords and Fan Yi perceived the terrifying power contained within it imdiately.

Amidst the buzzing discussions, everyone suddenly realized a frightening fact.

Bick, after being tapped on the forehead by Yang Fei, stood there as if stupefied, unmoving like wood.

His eyes remained wide, seemingly confused, yet contemplative.

This robust and vicious big man suddenly turned quiet, making the atmosphere eerily still.

Yang Fei maintained his faint smile, looking at Bick calmly, but his eyes were extrely icy.

A few seconds later, everyone sensed sothing was wrong.

Almost everyone stood up, craning their necks to look at Bick on the Duel Platform.

The Golden Tri-Leaf squad mbers, faces like granite, finally changed expressions as ten of them rushed forward with movents like the wind.

Bam!

At that mont, a faint sound was heard; Bick's head seed to explode like a micro-bomb, suddenly bursting, half of his skull blowing apart, brains and blood splattering.

With the explosion, Bick's massive body fell straight backward, rolling off the platform.

"Whoa, one finger blew up the Genetic Warrior."

"Good heavens, what's this, magic from the East?"

"I must be blind; he clearly didn't do anything. What happened?"

No one dared believe their eyes as they all rushed up, utterly terrified.

Beneath the platform, Bick had stopped breathing, his eyes staring lifelessly at the sky, dead but unyielding.