The country romantic little doctor king

Chapter 1089: If you are strong, everyone will respect you; if you are weak, everyone will bully you

This is a man wearing black chain mail, his entire body covered with chain mail, leaving only a pair of blue eyes exposed. He is tall and strong, holding a silver spear in his hand. He looks like a knight who has traveled from the battlefield of medieval Europe. He exudes a powerful aura, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

hum!

As soon as he appeared, many people at the scene felt oppressed, as if they were looking at a demon king, and they couldn't help but tremble with fear.

It was obvious that this was a Western man who deliberately came to the cabin of the Eastern practitioners.

Moreover, he was really holding a tall horse in his hand, which further proved that he was a knight.

You can tell at first glance that this horse is a war horse. Its four thick hooves are nailed with horseshoes, and it has a set of exquisite horse armor made of chain mail. When draped over the horse, it is truly majestic and gives people a feeling of being as unshakable as a tank.

The aura that oppressed everyone just now was not only emitted by this knight, but part of it was also emitted from his warhorse.

"Who are you? Why do you say that?" Someone looked at the Western knight and said dissatisfiedly.

Many other Eastern monks also looked at him with hatred.

This Western knight was too strong and had bad intentions. He didn't seem like a good person. He had no awe for the Eastern monks present, not even the most basic respect.

Originally, the monks from the East and the West were separated into two cabins, and they lived in peace without interfering with each other. However, he rashly broke into the side of the Eastern monks, and even led a tall horse, clearly looking for trouble.

You know, the cabin on this ship is very small. If a tall horse squeezes in, there will be no space for others to move around.

No one wants to be in the same cabin with an animal.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I am stating the facts. Countless facts have proven that no one in this world who dares to be an enemy of the Star-Spangled Empire will have a good ending. They will all die miserably. This boy will be no exception. The outcome will be clear in a few days. Just wait and see."

The Western man in black chain mail spoke in an extremely cold voice. His pair of bright blue eyes were gloomy, and one could faintly feel the murderous intent.

It was obvious that he did not take the Eastern monks present seriously and spoke big words without thinking.

The black chain mail on his body gleamed with a cold metallic luster. It looked not only heavy but also extremely sturdy.

The spear in his hand was extremely sharp, with a hint of blood on the tip of the spear, which contained endless murderous intent. It was obviously a peerless weapon that had killed many people, and thus was stained with so much murderous intent.

"..."

Everyone present was stunned when they heard this, and no one objected. Because this was indeed the way the Star-Spangled Empire operated. They would use all means to hunt down anyone who endangered the interests of the empire. If one time didn't work, they would do it twice, and if two times didn't work, they would do it three times...

Brother A Deng, who was responsible for planning the plane crash into the building, was hunted down by the Star-Spangled Empire for more than a decade and was eventually shot dead, which made the world sigh in regret.

In this way, how can the devil Chen get any good result after causing tens of thousands of deaths and injuries to the Star-Spangled Empire?

Everyone felt that what this Western man in chain mail said made some sense.

However, Chen Yang is not comparable to Brother Deng after all. If the Star-Spangled Empire wants to kill Chen Yang, it will have to pay a heavy price. Everyone knows this.

"All right, you, you, and you, all get out of the way and make room for my horse. You don't have any sense at all."

The Western man in chain mail then spoke, pointing at a few people with the spear in his hand that was shining with blood, asking them to leave so that he could bring the warhorse in and stay in this cabin.

There were more people in the cabin of the Western powerful monk, and his warhorse was too big, so one horse took up the space of several people, which made others quite dissatisfied. There was even an argument and almost a fight.

Perhaps he thought that a powerful monk with an oriental face would be easier to bully, so he led his warhorse over and even boasted that he would drive away a few people to make room for his warhorse.

Among the people he pointed his spear at, one of them was Chen Yang.

Pick out the soft persimmons and pinch them.

The arrogance of this Western man is evident from this!

You know, everyone sitting here has bought expensive boat tickets.

"You are too domineering, aren't you? We are sitting here peacefully. You are a latecomer, and a Western foreigner. Why should we give up our place? Do you really think you are invincible? How dare you issue orders to us?" Someone said dissatisfiedly and retorted.

The Western man in chain mail sneered, "Although I am not invincible, none of you can catch my eye."

The Western man was very cold and arrogant, with sidelong glances, and he almost said that you all are garbage.

"This is too much. I have never seen such a shameless person! Take your warhorse and get out. This is the territory of us Eastern monks. You are not welcome."

Another monk with an oriental face stood up suddenly, his body shook, all the joints in his body crackled, his swollen muscles burst the clothes on his body, revealing his skin as hard as copper and iron, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

This was a man with a majestic figure and a cold fighting spirit. He continued to shout at the Western man in chain mail: "Why do you look down on us Eastern monks? Do you have any outstanding achievements?"

This man was named Zhang Yue, a South Asian Chinese boxing master. He was only fifty years old but had reached the middle stage of the transformation realm. He could be called a martial arts genius. He couldn't stand the Western devils' bullying, so he stood up and made a complaint. He was even ready for a big fight.

The spirit of a warrior is to punish evil and promote good. When seeing injustice, he will roar and draw his sword to help.

"Just because I'm a Paladin of the Holy See, is that enough of a reason?" The man in chain mail said indifferently, totally ignoring the dozen or so oriental monks present at the scene.

When he said this, many people at the scene were stunned, obviously shocked.

Even Grandmaster Zhang Yue's pupils narrowed slightly.

The Western Holy See is the most powerful force in the West. Although it has only one pope, its tens or even hundreds of billions of believers give it the strength and power to surpass many countries.

In addition, the Holy See has countless secret inheritances.

These secret inheritances come from the ancient gods of the West, the angels, the holy light tribe...

Even now, there are rumors that the Western Holy See can get in touch with the ancient gods.

With such a profound background, not only the European powers but also the United States and the United States had to look up to the Holy See.

Therefore, it is easy to understand why the dozen or so powerful Eastern monks present were surprised when this Western knight in chain mail revealed his identity. Because he has a background, and it is a background that reaches all over the world.

"Hmph, so what? Can the Paladins of the Holy See act so arrogantly? We Orientals don't care what Holy See you are. We in the East have our own heaven. If you have the guts, fight me. Let me see your strength and how powerful the so-called Paladins of the Holy See are." Zhang Yue, a Chinese boxing master from South Asia, said indignantly.

He also got bolder and prepared to teach this arrogant paladin a lesson.

boom!

At this moment, his body shook again, and a powerful fighting spirit burst out, tearing his clothes into pieces. His muscles swelled to an incredible degree, and the protruding tendons were like big dragons. He clenched his fists and took a fighting stance.

"Ah, well done, Grandmaster Zhang."

"Grandmaster Zhang is a role model for our generation."

"You bastard Paladin, do you dare to fight? Do you believe that my brother Zhang can blow your dog head off with one punch?"

……

The Eastern monks present were all very excited. They praised Grandmaster Zhang Yue and criticized the Paladin.

"Can a tiny pearl shine?" The Holy See's Paladin sneered.

He didn't move, but the spear in his hand stabbed out directly.

call out!

The spear thrust out too fast, faster than everyone's eyes could see and faster than everyone's reaction.

The spear seemed to turn into a bright silver lightning, piercing through the void.

puff!

A moment later, blood splattered and a bloody hole appeared.

"what!"

South Asian Chinese boxing master Zhang Yue only had time to let out a scream before the Holy See Paladin's spear pierced his heart, leaving a bloody hole that was transparent from front to back.

A shot through the heart, killing instantly!

This scene stunned everyone present.

The Holy See's Paladin was as cold as a god of war. He pierced Zhang Yue's chest with a spear and then shook his palm and fingers violently, turning Zhang Yue's internal organs into blood mud and almost torn his body into pieces.

Blood spurted out in all directions, splashing the faces and bodies of many Eastern monks present.

The bright red blood dripped down the silver gun barrel, making a dripping sound, which was shocking to the sight.

From beginning to end, the Holy See's paladin did not move, as steady as an old pine tree. With just one shot, he pierced Grandmaster Zhang Yue's heart, killing him instantly.

His marksmanship is simply superb and has reached the pinnacle.

The picture seems to be frozen at this moment!

Everyone was shocked to the extreme. A boxing master in the middle stage of the transformation realm was killed instantly. How powerful was this Paladin of the Holy See?

Half-step to Godhood?

Or the divine realm?

It is said that the Holy See has many paladins and even divine knights. How powerful is the Holy See then?

With a clang, the Holy See's paladin retracted his spear, looked at the powerful monks with oriental faces in the field, and said coldly: "Now, can you make way?"

All of a sudden, all the Eastern monks present moved in fear, with looks of horror on their faces.

"These Eastern rubbish are not worthy of sharing the same boat with us. Send them to the deck."

"This is a good idea, I agree."

"A bunch of lowly Eastern pigs, staying on the deck is already a great honor for them. Why should they enjoy the same cabin as us Western monks?"

……

Several Western monks who came to watch the fun spoke coldly, all of them were so arrogant that they looked unparalleled.

They were even more outrageous than the Paladins of the Holy See. The Paladins only asked a few people to make room for one seat, but they actually wanted to expel all the Eastern monks onto the deck.

You know, it's a blizzard outside, with temperatures dropping to dozens of degrees below zero.

Even for practitioners, their bodies cannot withstand staying in such an environment for a long time.

"You... are going too far!" an Eastern monk said angrily, clenching the sword in his hand.

But suddenly, the paladin's horse moved, letting out a long neigh, powerful and terrifying, and then its iron hoof as big as a bowl stomped down hard on the head of the Eastern monk holding the knife.

This warhorse was very unusual, like a savage beast from ancient times. Every time its iron hoof stepped down, the void beneath its hoof trembled faintly.

"court death!"

The Eastern monk holding a knife slashed across.

when!

The broadsword was kicked away by the horseshoe.

Immediately afterwards, the horse's hoof landed heavily on the crown of the knife-wielding monk. With a bang, a complete head was shattered into a rotten watermelon.

Another Eastern monk was killed just like that.

More and more Western monks gathered around to watch the fun, which put a lot of pressure on the remaining Eastern monks.

There are only a dozen or so Eastern monks, while there are dozens of Western monks. In terms of numbers, they are not on the same level.

"Did you hear me? Get out on the deck, or you will all die." A Western monk said forcefully.

Other Western monks were also sharpening their knives.

It was obvious that they were serious about this and were not just talking.

The two Eastern monks were killed instantly, and the bloody experience was a lesson for us.

"How about going up?"

Some timid monks have already become weak.

But there are also some who have bad tempers and express anger.

"Damn it, do you think there is no one left in the East? Let's fight them together! Why do these Western pigs think they are superior to others?"

Another tall and strong Eastern monk suddenly stood up and threatened to fight the other party. Even if the other party outnumbered him, he was not afraid.

"You're the only one who talks nonsense!"

puff!

A sword flashed, blood splattered, and then a human head rolled down.

No one expected that the Eastern warrior would be hacked to death just after he finished speaking. A ghostly sword light directly harvested his head.

The one who swung the sword was a burly Western man, over two meters tall and weighing at least three hundred kilograms. The sword in his hand was like a guillotine, extremely heavy. It was obvious at first glance that he was a heavy swordsman.

After this sword killed another Eastern cultivator, the other Eastern cultivators all showed expressions of fear.

The brave ones ran and rushed to the ice-covered deck outside.

Even if it's cold, you have to endure it. It's better than being killed.

The ancients said that he who knows the times is a hero.

In just a moment, the group of more than a dozen oriental monks in the cabin ran away until only one person was left. He was a handsome young oriental man. He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground to practice, holding a beautifully shaped sword in his arms. He seemed to be asleep and had no idea what had just happened.

This man was none other than Chen Yang.