The witch school beauty had no scandals until she met me

Not only Death, but everyone present was surprised to see that Su Hong was not injured at all.

They could all see that the Grim Reaper had not held back. If it had been them who had been hit by that punch, they would have been beaten into a pulp. However, it had no effect on Su Hong at all.

Although he was knocked away, it doesn't mean that he has no ability to fight back.

After all, Su Hong hasn't made a move yet.

Mu Qingcheng, who was standing in the room, glanced at Si Qing with relief: "Si Qing, Dad and my uncle will definitely take you home today."

Si Qing stared blankly at Mu Qingcheng and the Grim Reaper standing not far away.

Obviously, he hasn't figured out who is the good guy and who is the bad guy between the Grim Reaper and his father.

His mind was destroyed by the three loud shouts just now. If he doesn't receive timely treatment, he might be in danger of becoming a fool.

Seeing Si Qing like this, Mu Qingcheng became increasingly anxious. Come on, Su Hong, whether I can get out today depends on you!

Outside, the God of Death looked at his fist in disbelief, then turned to look at Su Hong again:

"It seems that your strength has at least reached the top fifteen of the killer list."

"In that case, I'll have some fun with you today."

After saying that, the Grim Reaper turned around and took off his training clothes. The next moment, a black vest appeared on his body.

In the sunlight, the limited amount of skin exposed by the Grim Reaper made Su Hong feel nauseous.

His shoulders and chest were covered with black skin. If it weren't for his human-like face, Su Hong would have thought he was a cyborg.

As if seeing Su Hong's surprised look, the God of Death did not hide it, but just smiled slightly:

"Su Hong, do you know? The human body is actually the weakest of all natural creatures. It has fragile skin, a fragile heart, and a fragile brain. Aside from being able to learn and make tools, humans are actually at the bottom of the food chain."

"But why do humans still stand at the pinnacle of nature? It's because we have brains."

"Except for our brains, we are all the lowest of the low."

"So all these years, do you know why I created those toys?"

“First, it’s really my interest.”

"Secondly, I'm researching how to transplant organs from more powerful creatures into my own body."

As he spoke, the Grim Reaper stroked his skin. The black skin looked very rough, like the skin of a large wild creature.

"This set is made of rhino hide that I carefully selected. It also incorporates the DNA of bear hide. It feels very comfortable to the touch, but it's also very tough. It's not an exaggeration to say it's leather armor. Even someone in the top 20 of the killer list might not be able to break through my skin's defenses."

The Grim Reaper displayed his skin like a work of art, "It's just that I haven't made a breakthrough in the technology of my internal organs. Otherwise, even if you pierced my heart, I wouldn't die..."

But before he could finish his words, Su Hong suddenly burst out laughing.

"I'm not saying this to Brother Death, I originally thought you were just a psychopath, but I didn't expect you were also a moron."

"In other words, there's no brain grafting technology. Why don't you just transplant your pig's head onto your body? It'll be perfect for your identity."

"Don't call yourself Death anymore. Call yourself a bastard. You're a hybrid anyway."

As the words fell, the air suddenly became quiet.

The Grim Reaper, who was originally proud, suddenly froze in place, and the expression on his face slowly changed from pride to gloomy, as if he had just been on a sunny playground in March, and suddenly traveled to a northern town with a temperature of minus fifty degrees Celsius.

"Su Hong, you have a really mean mouth."

"I've decided. Once I catch you, I'm going to turn your mouth into a pig's, so that everything you say will smell like a pig."

"Hahaha, the pig is so cute, why did you cut off the pig's mouth?"

"Oh, that's right. After all, you're a bastard, so you can't feel the cuteness of pigs."

After hearing this, Su Hong hit back directly, and every word he said was a critical hit.

Death knew that he was no match for Su Hong in a verbal battle, so he stopped explaining.

Even though Su Hong's strength has improved to an incredible level, the God of Death still doesn't think he can be his opponent.

After all, I have tested my strength just now.

It's strong, but not as strong as you might imagine. It's not difficult to deal with it by yourself.

So after he took off his clothes, he came to a place not far from Su Hong.

Then the Grim Reaper squatted down, and his calves were like springs, in a posture as if about to jump.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, he jumped up with the strength of his calves. This time, his speed was different from before. Even Su Hong did not see how the Grim Reaper disappeared.

Before Su Hong could react, the god of death had already arrived at his side.

He murmured, "Su Hong, I forgot to tell you."

"My calves have the genes of kangaroo calves, so I have amazing jumping ability. Combined with my own training, I can jump at a speed of more than 400 yards per hour in an instant."

"Even the top ten killers might not be able to see my movements clearly."

"Let's not talk about you little piece of trash."

After saying that, the hand of the god of death had already arrived in front of Su Hong. Because of the fast speed, the god of death directly grabbed Su Hong's neck with his hand, and then threw him back hard.

Su Hong was thrown out like a kite with a broken string.

"boom!"

A large crater was smashed into the ground, shattering the rocks beside the arena. Death braked, staring quietly at the crater before snorting coldly, "This blow isn't enough to kill you. Get up and die! I'm going to torture you today!"

"Then I will turn you into my most satisfying work of art!"

As soon as the words fell, a hand stretched out from the hole.

Su Hong stood up from the cave tremblingly, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were very solemn.

If he hadn't had the power of Tai Chi to protect him, he would have been crushed to pieces just now.

You have to know that the attack just now was equivalent to a truck driving at 400 yards hitting you!

With that kind of impact, an ordinary person would have been turned into a pulp...

"How is it? Does it hurt? Is your mouth still hard?"

Looking at Su Hong's miserable appearance, the God of Death mocked him directly.

But the next moment, Su Hong raised his middle finger.

"Fuck you, bastard! Keep going, Grandpa just needs some time to loosen up his muscles!"