Mao Zhan was nearly two meters tall, and his body shape was simply that of a giant.
He sat opposite Ding Meng, like a lion eyeing a little mouse that was stealing food. Since the mouse had been found, he was not worried that the mouse would run away.
"Brother, you have a good appetite. How can you eat all this?" Mao Zhan said sarcastically.
The food on the table had only been processed on the outside and looked like normal food, but in reality, it was all liquid food. It was usually provided to ordinary staff during interstellar travel when resources were lacking. As for the taste … there was no taste to speak of, but Ding Meng ate it with relish as if she was eating dragon liver and phoenix marrow.
"Then what should I eat?" Ding Meng raised his head and looked at him with a faint smile. "A woman's placenta?
Or a child's brain? "
Mao Zhan's smile immediately disappeared and was replaced by a more vigilant look. "Ding Meng?"
Ding Meng said, "You actually know me."
Mao Zhan snorted disdainfully. "You're just a girl, and you can only deal with girls like Yan Jie."
Ding Meng sighed, put down the plate in his hand, and murmured, "Since you know me, you still dare to come and deliver food?"
Mao Zhan laughed loudly. "You're living in a dream. Do you think this is Meteor City?
Who's whose food is whose? "
Ding Meng was too lazy to pay attention to him. He took off the shiny gold backpack from his shoulder and slowly placed it in the center of the table. Then he said seriously, "The inverse source crystal you want is in this backpack. Take it back if you can."
This was his old trick. He would first use psychological tactics to make it difficult for his opponent to distinguish between the real and the fake.
Mao Zhan was indeed stunned. He definitely would not believe this nonsense, but whether it was nonsense or not, he had no reason not to grab the backpack and open it first.
Therefore, two seconds later, he made his move. He slapped the backpack with a palm as big as a washbasin.
However, he did not know what was in the backpack. It was like a piece of steel weighing thousands of kilograms. No matter how hard he tried, he could not grab it.
"Ka!
Ka!
Crack! "
Cracks began to appear on the orange wooden dining table. The cracks spread and became thicker. Then, with a cracking sound, it broke into pieces.
It turned out that although Mao Zhan's hand was pressing down on the backpack from the top, Ding Meng's hand was pulling it back from under the table.
Mao Zhan smiled. "Interesting."
Ding Meng said indifferently, "Not at all."
Mao Zhan quickly stopped laughing because he realized that as his energy increased, the backpack didn't move at all. This Ding Meng in front of him had an energy index that was no lower than that of an advanced warrior.
This time, Mao Zhan didn't dare to be negligent. He rapidly increased his Origin Energy and concentrated it in his right palm. The backpack seemed to be covered in a layer of white energy. This was the Origin Energy that was being released. His goal was very simple. He wanted to use his profound Origin Energy to forcefully absorb the backpack.
Ding Meng suddenly laughed. "You are very childish, really!"
Mao Zhan was furious. "Get the hell out of my way!"
His left hand had long since activated Tempered Skin. At the same time, a light yellow "Origin Steel Shield" appeared. Unlike Cheng Rifeng from the Sky Wolf Corps, his shield actually looked like a gauntlet. It wrapped around his entire arm, and his fist was almost the size of an oversized basketball.
This backhanded punch was aimed at Ding Meng's face. In his mind, Ding Meng's face would soon be smashed like a persimmon.
"Peng — — —"
The sound of the fist colliding could be heard clearly throughout the dining room, but Ding Meng's face wasn't the one that was smashed.
At the same time that Mao Zhan used his martial skill, Ding Meng raised his left hand and slashed backwards. He didn't aim for anything else but his fist.
The light yellow shield instantly turned into countless beautiful sparks that scattered in all directions. Mao Zhan's fist bounced back, and his palm and wrist felt numb.
"You!" Mao Zhan was shocked. Was this kid a War Reverend?
Ding Meng was still laughing. "Unfortunately, I can't get out of your way."
"Is that so?" Mao Zhan suddenly stood up and pressed down on Ding Meng.
His right hand once again activated the "Origin Steel Shield". This time, it was a standard square shield. Furthermore, his body was huge, and the distance between them was so close. He deliberately wanted to crush Ding Meng to death.
However, Ding Meng didn't face him head-on. The bench he was sitting on suddenly broke in two. His whole body leaned back and lay on the ground. At the same time, his right foot kicked into the air, easily sending Mao Zhan's pig-like body flying to the bar behind him.
The bar was also made of wood, so there was no way it could withstand such heavy pressure. With a crash, it broke into pieces, and Mao Zhan was instantly buried in the rubble.
Ding Meng clapped his hands and laughed. "What a pig-like dive. What a beautiful posture."
Hearing this, Mao Zhan was so angry that his lungs almost exploded. He hated it when people called him a pig, so after climbing up from the rubble, he didn't hold back anymore. He howled and charged forward like a roaring rhinoceros.
This was no small matter. First, the multiple "Origin Steel Shields" turned into a mirror image of a gorilla and wrapped around him. Then, his tempered skin turned into spikes that covered his entire body. Finally, he used "Ash Resonance" and "Gale Flash Strike" at the same time. He also used explosive martial arts in between. As he charged forward, he raised his fists high and smashed down in the most primitive and ancient way, like a wild beast charging out of a cage.
The tables and chairs around him were swept up by the momentum of the charge, forming swirling airflows in the air. This attack was like a thunderbolt, unstoppable.
Facing this tidal wave of attacks, Ding Meng didn't dodge. He bounced up on the spot and used the scissor kick from the "Nine Forms of Sparrow Attack". After spinning in the air, he swept his leg towards Mao Zhan.
"Boom!"
All of the airflows suddenly exploded, and the tables and chairs around him were reduced to dust.
Following that, the plating of the Origin Energy Shields disappeared as well. Mao Zhan knelt on the ground. Ding Meng's kick had landed on his neck, forcing him to kneel on the ground. He couldn't even straighten his back.
What frightening strength was this? Even now, he still couldn't sense Ding Meng's true Origin Energy fluctuations. Just like Jia Mao, he could only sense that the Origin Energy in his opponent's body was faintly discernible and indistinct.
However, he still wasn't willing to admit defeat. He reached out to grab Ding Meng's ankle.
Unfortunately, he couldn't grab it. Because as soon as he moved his hand, Ding Meng's hand moved even faster.
"Bang!"
This sound was like a firecracker going off. It was extremely powerful.
Ding Meng's fist landed on Mao Zhan's temple. This time, it wasn't as simple as kneeling. Mao Zhan's entire body was sprawled on the ground. His head smashed into the steel plate on the ground, causing a large depression.
Mao Zhan's brain was a mess. It was as if there were dozens of golden pockmarks flashing in front of his eyes. The Origin Energy in his body was actually stagnant for a few seconds because of this punch.
However, Origin Energy users of the Adamantium System were indeed tyrannical. Mao Zhan let out an angry roar and forcefully activated his Origin Energy. He jumped up fiercely. He didn't believe that a youngster like Ding Meng would be able to knock him down.
Another "bang" sounded out. It was that forceful sound again. Ding Meng's punch was exactly the same as before. His fist landed on Mao Zhan's temple from top to bottom.
Mao Zhan fell to the ground again. His head had smashed into the depression, causing a small crack to appear. One had to know that this was an alloy steel plate. It wasn't hard to imagine how powerful Ding Meng's punch was.
F * ck your mother!
Mao Zhan was furious. In less than three seconds, he forcefully activated his Origin Energy again. He gritted his teeth and stood up.
In fact, this was also one of the advantages of being a member of the Extreme Pirate Group. He was able to resist, fight, and take a beating. Every time he fell, he could quickly stand up and fight desperately with his opponent. This was why the other mercenaries were afraid of him. This guy had a kind of indestructible momentum.
However, no matter how fierce his momentum was, Ding Meng only had one move, which was to knock him down with a single punch. The same action, the same posture, the familiar formula, and the same taste. Mao Zhan stood up for a total of two seconds and then hit his head on the ground again.
After the third punch, he couldn't forcefully activate his Origin Energy anymore. He could only stagger and struggle to get up.
Ding Meng had been looking at him expressionlessly. It wasn't until Mao Zhan stood still that he punched him fiercely.
"Bang —"
Mao Zhan's tempered skin had been broken. The left side of his head was finally broken. Blood flowed down his cheek, and his face was a little deformed.
Ding Meng looked at him condescendingly and crooked his finger at him. "Get up!"
Mao Zhan glared at Ding Meng, his eyes almost spitting fire. However, his current physical condition was not enough to support his outburst of anger. He felt that his head was heavy, and he couldn't straighten his back no matter how hard he tried.
"Didn't you eat so many placentas and brains?
It seems that they are not very nutritious. Even pigs are better than you. "Ding Meng said expressionlessly.
Hearing this, Mao Zhan felt that his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. He held his breath and took a deep breath. Finally, he stood up straight.
Ding Meng nodded. "Very good!"
As soon as his voice fell, he unreasonably punched Mao Zhan again. Mao Zhan fell down again.
"Bang —"
"Bang —"
"Bang —"
"Bang —"
At this moment, there was only this monotonous sound in the restaurant.
The time it took for Mao Zhan to stand up was slower and slower, but Ding Meng's fists were fiercer and fiercer.
In fact, Ding Meng's punches had completely reduced Mao Zhan's momentum to its original state. He was going to beat Mao Zhan until he didn't even dare to stand up.
By the tenth punch, Mao Zhan's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were all bleeding. His entire head was completely deformed, and he could no longer stand up.
However, Ding Meng would not let go of this pirate leader who ate women's placentas and children's brains so easily. Especially when he thought of Xiao Shanzi's tragic death and Ah Qiao's madness. Every time he thought of these images, Ding Meng's anger was probably ten times that of Mao Zhan's total.
"Bang!" Ding Meng grabbed Mao Zhan's neck and lifted him up like a pile of mud. "Don't worry, you can't die even if you want to. Let me help you move your muscles."