Chapter 1835 Who is poor?(2/2)
The four fists crossed and Jiang Du hit the wall again, this time knocking out a human figure from the wall.
Large areas of the wall peeled off, and punch marks appeared on Jiang Du's body where he was punched.
But, keep rushing!
There was no system prompt, but Jiang Du knew that he was getting stronger.
The wall kept shaking.
Jiang Du had been forced to the point where he had no room to move forward. Xu Zheng's body was now covered with black lines, as if he were a demon.
"boom!"
He kicked Jiang Du hard in the stomach. Blood splattered from Jiang Du's mouth, and half of his body was embedded in the wall.
Jiang Du, on the other hand, slashed Xu Zheng's leg frantically, which made Xu Zheng's face look even more terrifying.
Pull your legs back and kick again!
"Boom!"
The wall shattered suddenly.
Jiang Du was kicked into the corridor.
A big hole opened in the wall.
Smoke and dust were flying, and Xu Zheng followed out from the hole in the wall. Seeing Jiang Du's body rolling down the stairs, he jumped up and stepped on Jiang Du violently with his feet.
Jiang Du put his arms in front of himself.
"Click!"
The sound of bones breaking sounded.
Jiang Du felt as if a huge stone was pressing on him.
The stone slabs of the stairs could not withstand such an impact and cracked numerous gaps.
There was a cruel color on Xu Zheng's face.
He jumped up to a height of more than three meters and fell heavily again.
"Boom!"
Jiang Du's body was stepped directly from the fourth floor to the third floor.
"Wouldn't it be better to just be your puppet?
If you have to wake up and let me take action, there is really no use except suffering more pain, you know!"
Xu Zheng roared violently, raised his right leg, and slammed it down again.
"boom!"
Jiang Du felt that his chest was going to be broken at this moment.
However, this kind of pain was nothing to Jiang Du.
Blood was constantly flowing from his mouth, and his chest was rising and falling weakly.
He looked at Xu Zheng and twitched the corners of his mouth.
"Is this your anger?"
He spoke with some difficulty in his voice.
"If so, then he is really weak. He is so weak that it makes me want to laugh."
Xu Zheng was stunned for a moment.
Want to laugh?
"I'll make you laugh!"
He kicked Jiang Du in the waist. Jiang Du's body was like a football, hitting 304. The wall shattered instantly, knocking down two walls in one go, and then he curled up on the balcony.
Xu Zheng strode over.
He grabbed Jiang Du's neck and lifted him up.
"If I am ridiculous, then how pitiful are you now?"
Xu Zheng didn't use too much force on his palms, and he wasn't particularly old-fashioned.
After all, he didn't want to kill Jiang Du.
So Jiang Du thought about it for a while.
A mouthful of bloody spit was spat on his face.
"Who's pitiful?"
Xu Zheng!!!!
Chapter completed!