Vol 3 Chapter 8: I let you out

Tang En runs in a stride, six meters tall, and Wei An, like a walking on the earth, is accompanied by roar at every step.
Fang Tianhua in the right hand waved the halberd again and again, and the blue arc burst from the tip of the halberd, drawing a line of fire in the air.
"Boom!"
Rossius's figure was more agile than he had imagined, and he was able to avoid lightning when striding at a rapid speed, which was completely unexpected by Tang En.
This old man who studies guns and swordsmanship, his short-term explosive power is incredible.
Tang En's heartfelt admiration for this step can be achieved with the human body. The acting power and explosive force shown by the other party are no weaker than that of turning on the nuclear power mode.
But as the battle progressed, he also found that the opponent's physical strength was reaching its limit.
Rossius's speed was getting slower and slower. When he came to the other person's eyes twenty meters away, the old man no longer ran away and evaded, but turned around, wielding a rifle and sword to split the thunderbolt.
It is shocking that the flesh and blood can actually cut off the thunder and lightning, which shows why the old man's sword repair is so high.
But in the end, with the flash of lightning, Rossius was finally struck by a thunderbolt, screamed and flew out, falling on the ground to draw a long distance.
"Drained?"
Tang En withdrew from the state of Thor and returned to his original appearance, regretting to say.
It has been a long time, and no one has been able to give him such a very oppressive feeling. Even just before, for several moments, he felt that he was going to be killed by the opponent's gun and sword.
Because of this, he even released Thor's state, ready to fight with all his might.
The fighting process is also quite exciting, he almost exerted the full power of the thunder fruit, a hearty battle.
But it is a pity that this old man is too unsustainable.
"Hoo!"
A big mouthful of breathing, bean-sized sweat beads wet the ground, and Rossius' eyes were a little blurry.
At this point he was a little embarrassed, with many bruises on his body, and even burn marks on his skin, sitting on the ground, constantly exhaling and inhaling.
"Take a break, old man, thank you for giving me this fight."
"It has been a long time since I had such an experience."
Tang En smiled and thanked.
Rossius waved his hand, breathing without a break. After a long while, he raised his head and said to him with sweat.
"I'm still old and I can't keep up with my physical strength."
"It has been too long to fight. Many of the previous moves have not been exhibited."
"The strength of the peak state should not be like this!"
Tang En's eyes lit up: "If you fight several times, can the strength return to its peak state?"
Rossius took a breath: "It's not clear, but it's definitely stronger than the strength in this battle."
"Your boy, let me be silent, ready to wait for the dead heart to be activated, and I am very interested in defeating you now!"
With that said, Rossius' eyes were extremely bright.
Thinking that when he was young, he was also one of the world's best swordsmen, and even about to win the world's first, but he was carelessly sent to the city. Now even if 30 or 40 years have passed, when I met a young kid like Tang En, the vigor in my heart was naturally activated.
"Okay, I'll wait for you to recover."
Tang En laughed.
Afterwards, he waved his hand and asked the jailer in the distance to send Rossius into the cage, and ordered to prepare meals for the old man.
"I look forward to your greater strength, Rossius!"
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Tang En's mood was also agitated.
In this big prison under the sea, it doesn't seem to be as boring as he thought.
At least there are many strong players in the sixth layer, and they will be able to satisfy his warlike heart. Combatting this strong man in the sixth layer of infinite is also a temper to his strength.
It's like a piece of iron, which is made into steel and battled continuously to become stronger.
This group of guys is indeed dangerous, but at the same time, Tang En feels the pressure and the strength of falling into the bottleneck. Under their stimulation, they may be able to take another step forward.
He played a lot against Rossius, and he spent a lot. On this day, he rested in the sixth layer of infinite hell, preparing to wait for recovery and continue to find other criminals to fight.
At the same time, Magellan's office.
"You said that Warden Don went to the sixth floor of infinite hell?"
Frowning, Magellan buzzed.
"Yeah, deputy warden, the new warden didn't know what was going on, he dared to go to the sixth floor."
"We seriously doubt that he will die."
"But if you don't want to die, if you accidentally release the criminals on the sixth floor, the trouble will be even bigger!"
The jailers said eloquently.
Magellan's eyes were cold when she heard them, "Huh?"
His cold eyes glanced at the jailers. The poison on his body swelled a little outside. The jailers were shocked and quickly backed away.
This strong poisonous gas, even with a poisonous gas mask, cannot be blocked perfectly.
"If you don't want your tongue, I will allow you to commit crimes in front of me and talk nonsense!"
The icy voice made the jailers startled, all over with a pendulum swing.
They may not be afraid of the new young warden, but Magellan is in fear.
"We are wrong!"
"Sorry!"
"Don't dare anymore!"
The jailers begged loudly for mercy, and they were frightened with cold sweat.
"Humph!"
Magellan snorted, then dissatisfied in his eyes.
"However, you are right, the sixth floor is to promote the city's top priority, absolutely nothing is allowed!"
He stood up slowly from his seat.
"Follow me to infinite and see what this new warden is doing!"
The jailers shook their souls and quickly shouted, "Yes!"
The gas converged and Magellan brushed past them, but just after ten steps forward.
"Goodong!"
Magellan stooped at a very fast speed, his face became ugly, and then he was green.
Immediately afterwards, he turned and ran.
"wait for me!"
"Boom!"
On the way to running, weird sounds continued to come from behind his butt, and there was a burst of smoke.
The jailers covered the filtering parts of their gas masks and glanced at each other.
"He, won't he get into his stomach?"
No one speaks anymore, but they all smile on their faces and think about it carefully, this may be very big!
Infinite hell.
After the rest, Tang En walked out of the temporarily built simple office again, this time he took a fancy to another criminal.
"San Julian Bud!"
Looking close, Tang En shouted lightly at the criminal sitting cross-legged in the first cage.
"Ok?"
Before this, a man who was dragged by him and killed by a second, put his face in the cage, staring fiercely at Don.
"Do you really want to hit me?"
Tang En laughed.
"Let me go, I can crush you with one punch!"
San Julian Bud shouted.
"Ha, I'm confident."
Tang En smiled.
"Then I will let you out!"