All Over The World, My Little Brother Is The Emperor Of All Time.

Chapter 179 The Fat Man From The Shenlong Empire Is Not Easy To Mess With Either

Zhang Jindou grinned, rubbed the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

"It was just a joke, but you took it seriously."

"call!"

At this time, Zhang Jindou's name appeared on the big screen.

"Jang Jindou VS Mataro"

Mataro's guardian spirit is a mountain ghost (Heavenly Rank Demon Martial Spirit)

Zhang Jin and Mattaro walked onto the ring at the same time. As soon as they entered the ring, the two of them started fighting without saying a word.

The duel was as fierce as a violent storm in an instant.

The floor beneath their feet shattered under their power and turned into dust.

Zhang Jindou's figure instantly grew larger and transformed into Marshal Tianpeng. His armor flashed with cold light, making him look very powerful.

Mataro is holding a black blade. The knife looks ordinary, but every time he swings it, it will bring up a black venom, exuding strong toxicity.

Zhang Jindou's canopy fist is as heavy as a mountain, and every punch he throws is filled with strong wind.

Mattaro's black blade poison is as insidious as a ghost. The black venom fills the air, making people fearful.

The two men's attacks alternated, and the scene was extremely intense.

Zhang Jindou's punches were like a violent storm, with astonishing power. With one punch, mountains and rocks flew apart.

And Mataro's black blade poison is even weirder. The venom seems to corrode everything, making it difficult to guard against.

Their battle had been going on for a long time, but neither could gain the upper hand.

Zhang Jindou's strength and courage are amazing, while Mataro's cunning and insidiousness are also terrifying.

The duel between the two is like two extremes, one is extremely fierce and the other is insidious and cunning.

In the end, in another fierce confrontation, Zhang Jindou's small canopy fist and Mattaro's black blade poison hit each other at the same time.

Both of them took a few steps back, obviously having equal strength.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be able to fight me to such an extent. I really didn't expect you. I thought you would be destroyed as soon as you came up."

Mataro smiled, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Haha, you are so arrogant, I won't even know how you will die later."

Zhang Jindou grinned and said,

"How dare a Heavenly Rank demon Martial Spirit be so arrogant."

The two sprinted over again and started a fierce duel again.

This time, they went all out without reservation.

Their moves are more violent and their power is more powerful.

Whether it was Zhang Jindou's small canopy fist or Mattaro's black blade poison attack, they all exerted their maximum power.

Their duel has reached its peak, with every attack carrying destructive power.

However, they were all unscathed, and every attack was skillfully dodged by the other side.

Just like that, after another round of fierce fighting, they separated again.

Zhang Jindou and Mataro were both breathing heavily, obviously spending a lot of energy.

But neither of them flinched. Instead, they stared at each other even more excitedly.

"go to hell!"

Mataro shouted and rushed over first.

The black blade poison reappeared, and the black venom drew an arc in the air and went straight to Zhang Jindou's throat.

Zhang Jindou was calm and rushed forward with small fists from Tianpeng.

With a punch thrown out, mountains and rocks flew away, and the powerful force deflected Mattaro's black blade.

This time the attack failed again, but Mataro was not discouraged.

Instead, he became even more excited, and the black blade in his hand once again drew lines of venom.

And Zhang Jindou did not show weakness, and the power of Tianpeng Xiaoquan remained undiminished.

"It seems like you, damn fat guy, still have a few moments left."

Mattaro smiled.

Zhang Jindou grinned and sneered.

"Don't call me fat, it's not too late to kneel down now."

Mataro did not show weakness, he was as strong and strong as a black ghost.

"It's up to you, fuck."

He held a black blade in his hand, a long black knife full of evil energy, exuding a strong dark aura.

His eyes showed a cold light, and he was obviously preparing to fight Zhang Jin to the death with his black blade.

The battle broke out in an instant, Marshal Tianpeng waved his small Tianpeng fist, each punch was filled with strong wind and power.

As for Mataro, he was wielding a black blade, and every slash brought a sharp black venom.

The battle between the two was extremely fierce, and the wilderness was filled with a strong atmosphere of danger.

Zhang Jindou's small canopy fist was so powerful that with one punch, a mountain peak was instantly blown away.

And Mataro's black blade was not to be outdone. Every time he swung it, the dark aura surged crazily.

The battle between the two was like a close contest, and it was difficult to determine the winner for a while.

However, Mataro suddenly spit out black mist, which was his venom.

The black mist spread instantly and enveloped Marshal Canopy in it.

Zhang Jindou immediately felt a strong sense of numbness, and his body movements became sluggish.

He understood that this was the effect of Mataro's venom, and he had to find a way to break it in a short time.

Mataro saw the right moment and rushed towards Marshal Tianpeng with his black blade.

However, at this moment, Zhang Jindou suddenly let out a roar, and strong golden light gushed out from his body.

Zhang Jindou's strength doubled instantly.

He swung his small canopy fist and knocked the black blade away with one punch, knocking Mattaro back several steps at the same time.

Mataro looked at Zhang Jindou solemnly, knowing that this battle had reached a critical moment.

The two looked at each other, and Zhang Jindou suddenly laughed, leaned forward slightly, and punched the ground.

His fist seemed to be carrying great power, making the ground tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a strong energy surged out from his fist, instantly forming a storm.

Mattaro didn't panic at all when he saw this. Holding the black blade tightly in his hand, he jumped up like a ghost and was behind Zhang Jindou in an instant. The black blade in his hand exuded rich black venom, making the air strange.

Zhang Jindou seemed to have expected it. He quickly turned around and punched Mattaro.

This punch seemed to carry endless power, making the air buzz.

Upon seeing this, Mataro's eyes flashed, and he immediately retreated, cleverly dodging the punch.

He was about to fight back, but found that Zhang Jindou had already arrived in front of him.

Zhang Jindou's fist quickly hit his black blade.

Mataro wanted to resist, but found that his black blade had been shaken by the punch and flew out of his hand.

Zhang Jindou took advantage of the victory and pursued Mataro with punches one after another.

Every punch carried great power, leaving Mataro unable to fight back.

Gradually, Mataro's body began to tremble, as if he could not withstand this powerful attack.

Finally, Zhang Jindou punched Mattaro in the chest.

This punch was like the earth shattering, sending Mataro flying away.

His body fell heavily to the floor, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhang Jindou stood there, domineering and fearless in his eyes.

"The fat man from the Shenlong Empire is not easy to mess with!"