Do You Try Carrying Mao Mei's Fist?

When it comes to Mao Mei, many people think of her slim figure, delicate facial features, fair skin, and tall nose bridge. When they are all built together, it is very elegant.

But if we add an adjective "sturdy" before Mao Mei, many people's direct association is probably a muscular woman.

Now in the warehouse of the supermarket, holding a wine bottle and emitting a mouthful of alcohol, Mao Mei appeared in front of Tom and looked at it, which really matched the stereotype.

A head of dark red short hair, a high and straight nose bridge, and relatively wide lips form a handsome Western beauty face. But the vest and shorts she was wearing made her sturdy and muscular body stand out, with a height of 8 centimeters, which used to be 1.9 meters.

Tom used to think that Liu Lian's sister-in-law, Liu Qi, was the strongest woman he had ever met after the end of his life, but he didn't expect to be one size smaller in front of this furry girl.

Just slender and muscular thighs, paired with a westernized face, give off a bit of an angelic face and a devilish figure. But the strong alcohol in his mouth suddenly scared the newly secreted hormones of the man nine days away.

"Which one is Tom? Stand up. Someone bought me two bottles of Maotai and I'll beat you up. If others don't want to be beaten up, just go away."

The Chinese language with a big tongue sounds a bit ambiguous, but the loud voice makes everyone very accurate in understanding the meaning of the words: she came for Tom.

Although Tom had just been elected as the captain of the Ghoul Squad, no one in the team would stand with him in the face of the threat from the tough Mao sister. Even the 176th person who recommended her withdrew very honestly. As for the former captain number 97, he had already retreated far away, holding his arms and watching the excitement with great interest.

Of course, Tom didn't expect anyone to face him together. He nodded and replied loudly, "I am Tom. Did that mutated person who can shape metal make you trouble me?"

As early as he returned to the shelter, Tom learned that Zhao Xifeng had swallowed the crystal and fell into a coma. When he woke up in the carriage, he revealed his ability to remotely control metal deformation. From this point on, it seems even more powerful than Tom's metal shaping, after all, it is remote.

"You have a lot of self-awareness," Mao Mei threw the bottle behind her. A sturdy man about 7 centimeters in height panicked and caught the bottle, as if he had received a bomb, afraid that it would explode if it fell to the ground.

After throwing away the wine bottle, Mao Mei strode up and punched Tom with fierce force.

Tom was already prepared and avoided this punch, but the next moment, Mao Mei's other hand grabbed his shoulder at lightning speed, securing his body and preventing him from dodging. Then he punched him in the chest and let out a painful scream.

Next, she grabbed Tom, lifted him horizontally and threw him aside.

Tom collided with an empty plastic bottle, and the force of the impact caused him to overturn the 600ml empty oil bottle.

Mao Mei proudly hooked her finger at Tom and said, "Get up, you don't just have this skill, do you? I haven't warmed up yet!"

Tom patted his chest, exhaled a breath, and then rushed up with a corner of his mouth.

In terms of strength, he is inferior to Mao Mei. The two punches just now required at least 16 strength. When it comes to speed... Tom played against her for two rounds and felt like he had a slight advantage. But Mao Mei punches very quickly, which is not a bonus of reflex nerves, but a muscle memory action caused by repeated practice.

In terms of physical defense, Mao Mei also has an advantage. Tom's repeated attacks on soft tissues often have little effect. And as long as he was caught once, he would bear a fierce attack. After a few attempts, Tom was covered in pain all over, but he didn't give up. He was thrown away time and time again, and got up again and again.

He could also see that although this Mao girl was imposing, she did not put in any effort or exert all her might. He has been fighting against mutated creatures for half a year with crystal strengthening power, and he understands very well how terrifying the killing power of a fist with a power exceeding 16 can be when it hits a person. Of course, at this point, his body has undergone mutation and his ability to resist attacks far exceeds that of ordinary people. If he attacks with more than 20 points of strength, the pain will be more clear, but the fatal effect is not as good.

Since that's the case, he can't admit defeat or cowardice. Regardless of the psychological reasons that pushed him to the position of captain on the 176th, giving him the opportunity to lead the upcoming battles, he should also hold onto this position. Prove to the group of gladiators behind him who are planning to watch his show: I, Tom, have taken down Mao Mei, who has beaten you all to pieces.

Mao Mei didn't give her all, so Tom naturally didn't give up. After all, he has fought against mutated mice, cats, and dogs so many times, and he still has some experience in how to be small and big, and how to create killing opportunities.

Both sides were fighting each other with their fists and feet, and Tom was gradually covered in bruises. The corners of his eyes were raised again, and his chest was bruised and bruised. Even so, he still did not give up, adhering to the principle that if you hit me three times, I will fight you back one time, and resist with his body.

Of course, compared to her ability to resist beating, Mao Mei's large body looks harder. However, Tom's body's ability to resist impact was left behind after mutation, and even in the case of crystal nucleus damage, it can be imagined how strong this ability to resist impact beyond the human body's own level is.

So everyone saw the killing power of Mao Mei's punch that pierced through the plastic bottle, hitting Tom with a muffled sound like a drum. Hearing this, everyone was shocked and felt that Tom would fall on his head in the next moment. However, in fact, Tom did suffer a great deal of pain and suffering, but his strong ability to resist the impact endured a lot of damage.

Besides Tom, the little girl also slowly realized something was wrong. So, driven by unwillingness, her originally reserved strength was no longer limited. Her fist attacks became more and more intense, and the sound of breaking through the air became louder and louder, shocking onlookers even more. Even another punch was dodged by Tom's rolling, leaving a shallow pit on the cement floor, which frightened them quite a bit.

With a loud bang, Tom was knocked to the ground by Mao Mei's fierce punch, and then she roared and raised her fists together, using all her strength to smash Tom's chest, who was lying on the ground but couldn't flip over.

A force of 23 could make a hole on the concrete ground, hitting Tom's flesh and blood body. Although he didn't have any chest or flesh, it was enough to cause internal injuries and spray blood fiercely.

This mouthful of blood sprayed onto Mao Mei's delicate face, and the strong smell of blood instantly calmed her mind, which had been overwhelmed by anger.

Mao Mei stood up, wiping away the bloodstains on her face. She looked at Tom, who was still gasping for breath, and was puzzled. However, she frowned slightly and turned around to take the last sip of wine from a bottle beside her. Then, she threw the bottle and left with a swagger. Her team members cast a contemptuous expression upon seeing the situation, and then followed proudly to the next room, where they were working today.

On the 176th, he first approached Tom and looked at him with regret, sighing slightly. A group of people led by number 97 came forward triumphantly when they saw that Mao had left. They snorted coldly and said, "You've chosen a good captain. It's okay now. It took less than 24 hours to rise to the top and he was beaten flat by someone. Hahaha, how strong is Mao's sister number 2? This punch didn't collapse his chest, which is already very good."

Four supporters followed suit and sneered, causing a bit of embarrassment for number 176. He looked at the other team members behind him with a mournful expression and could only let out a sigh, weakly saying, "I am also considering everyone's lives. I was thinking about finally getting someone who can play. How about finding a different way to see if it can be helpful? Who would like to have their points deducted and then be eaten?"

"I can't even resist Mao Mei's fist, how can I become the captain?" No. 97 sneered, as if he could easily resist it.

As soon as he spoke a few words, Tom suddenly sat up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, asking loudly, "I can't resist beating her up. So why don't you give her a two punch instead?"

Number 97 thought Tom was already dead, but he was startled when he suddenly sat up. Then he turned his head to look at the shallow pit left by Mao Mei's fist hitting the cement floor just now, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Tom, are you okay?" No. 176 looked out with great joy. Tom nodded and asked him to pull himself up. He quickly pulled Tom up and asked with concern, "Are you really okay? Are you really okay?"

Tom gave him a white glance and said, "Do you want me to die? Look at that big hole, do you think it will be okay?" He turned his head and hobbled towards the cardboard box.

"Great! Our captain is not afraid of Mao Mei, hahaha!" Number 176 was overjoyed. "I just said he can do it, right... Hey, number 97, why don't you go next door and let Mao Mei beat you two punches? As long as you can resist two punches like him, it's okay. We will also choose you as the captain, without hesitation."

Number 97 has big eyes. He has a bad heart, but his mind is not foolish. Give Mao Mei a fist as big as a clay pot a few times? Of course that's impossible, but for the sake of face, he could only mutter, "Fighting is about weapons. What's the point of pure fist and foot strength?"

"Oh, do you think it's a CS fight? It doesn't take strength to wield a knife and cut people?" The 176th cannon chased after the 97th in a row, provoking him. He had long been dissatisfied with the captain who only boasted and had no sense of responsibility. Now that he finally seized the opportunity, how could he easily let it go?

At this moment, the mutant who had left before pretended to be calm and walked back, surprised to see Tom sitting next to him panting. But the next moment, he immediately cursed, "I'll turn around, you lazy kids are starting to slack off, right? Let's all go work for me, otherwise we won't have dinner tonight! That... you... yes, it's you, sitting on the ground as an old master? Get up and work for me immediately, do you hear me? Otherwise, I'll eat you now!"

Tom remained motionless and still sat next to the cardboard box. The fist that Mao Mei just punched with all her might caused him considerable damage, and at this moment, his internal organs were in a state of great distress. Just to avoid falling behind in front of number 97, I persevered.

It's great now. The supervisor responsible for avoiding conflicts between the two teams deliberately left, and it's obvious that Zhao Xifeng also took care of it. Now that the fight is over, what else will happen when you come back? Tom snorted coldly but did not move.

The mutated person was angry and walked over angrily, while others such as 97 and 176 avoided each other.

He came to Tom and put his hands on his waist: "Why, the new comer doesn't know the rules? He still plays tricks with me? You are a two legged sheep now, and I have eaten you!"

Tom gave him a glance and said, "Try it? Have you seen that shallow pit on the floor? Can you make that pit? I can't do it either, but I can withstand that force."

At first glance, this mutated person doesn't seem to be a strength expert. He originally wanted to teach Tom a lesson, but considering that he had just left his post without authorization, if he were caught by the unpredictable boss and burned him with one hand, he immediately swallowed his saliva and turned around to curse loudly at No. 97, "What are you looking at? Damn it, are you trying to kill No. 97? Why don't you work for me?"

This scared number 97 and ran around to pick up cookies, making Tom sitting next to him amused.