To achieve that point, to be able to see the ’Heaven and Earth’ of other masters, Chi Ming is willing to pay any price!
"I understand, Master. Leave this person to . Even if he beats to death, please do not intervene to save ,
if I can’t beat him and instead get killed by him, it only ans I am weak and deserve to die!" Chi Ming gritted his teeth and said.
Then he leaped from his spot, rushing towards the strange person at the fastest speed.
This speed was so fast that all the tribal warriors could not react in ti.
When they planned to shoot Chi Ming, he had already reached the strange man and threw a punch.
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Mauritius is an extrely poor place.
On the African continent, you cannot even find this place on a world map.
However, because of extre poverty and backwardness, many things that the civilized world cannot accept or understand happen here.
That is, when one is extrely hungry, they eat anything.
Helaman is of mixed race; his mother is from Western Europe, and his father was a poor guy from Mauritius.
Fifty-six years ago, Helaman’s mother was on a cruise passing through the Caribbean.
During that trip, a group of pirates easily hijacked the entire ship and seized a large amount of jewelry and hostages from it.
And because Helaman’s father was too weak, he only managed to get a woman.
He had no other choice or ans to deal with the situation, so he kept the woman and had her bear him two sons.
This woman was tall, herself standing at 1.93 ters.
Coupled with Helaman’s father, who also had a height of over 2 ters, their two sons were also naturally big-boned.
If they could get enough nutrition and food, they would undoubtedly be strong warriors in the future.
But Mauritius was too poor, they couldn’t even take care of the present, let alone the future.
Initially, Helaman’s father could make money by being a pirate, but during one robbery, his leg was shot by defenders and beca useless.
His ability to earn money was completely ruined.
Since then, Helaman’s father could only rely on going out to hunt small animals for food to barely feed himself, his wife, and two sons.
But that food was insufficient for four large-sized people.
So, in a certain sumr, 8-year-old Helaman witnessed with his own eyes.
His father attacked the woman of the house with an ax.
The food that year was rotten, but they had no choice; to survive, they had to persist.
Soon, even the foul-slling food ran out.
His father turned the poisonous hand towards the 15-year-old brother again.
They hadn’t attacked Helaman yet purely because he was younger, and his body wasn’t as big as his brother’s.
So Helaman understood clearly that he could be next.
He didn’t want to beco food or lie in bed stinking and decaying.
So one night, Helaman chose to strike first.
There is prion disease among the sa kind, and once infected with it, death is inevitable.
Helaman, of course, couldn’t escape this result.
During that ti, Helaman lay all over the ground, weak, shivering with chills and heat.
He seed able to see his parents and brother beckoning to him.
But a few days later, the weakened Helaman, who was on the verge of dying, for so reason recovered with renewed vigor.
He started to beco healthier, with great strength and agility.
And in the following decades, he never got sick again; injuries on his body could be fully recovered within a few hours.
In this poverty-stricken and uncivilized land, many diseases are incurable once infected, leaving people to die.
Such as AIDS, Ebola, dengue, cholera, malaria, yellow fever, etc.
Helaman was exceedingly reckless; he would engage in various activities with both n, won, and even chimpanzees.
Without exception, HPV would appear in his body, but over decades, Helaman’s body remained as strong as an ox.
Without any discomfort, even when in intimate contact with AIDS patients, he wouldn’t suffer any surprises.
Over ti, Helaman’s story spread, and people believed him to be the incarnation of a god on earth.
They called him the King of Africa.
But as Helaman’s temperant beca more violent, he would feast on his kind at the slightest displeasure.
He thus beca a brutal tyrant.
A presence both hated and feared by the local indigenous people.
No one had ever dared to challenge Helaman’s authority, for those who did were already dead.
Becoming Helaman’s little delicacies.
No one knew the reason why Helaman beca so powerful on this barren land.
It was after that big illness that he discovered he had an ability.
That is, as long as he feasted, his physique would continuously improve, eventually becoming immune to all diseases.
No virus or bacteria could harm his body.
Injuries were the sa; feasting would accelerate his healing.
And that was the reason for Helaman’s dominance on this land.
It was his greatest secret, unknown to anyone.
Bam!
Chi Ming threw a punch, and Helaman grinned ferociously as he caught his fist.
Compared to Helaman’s palm, Chi Ming’s fist seed as small as a child’s.
Chi Ming was shocked, feeling an incomparably powerful force from Helaman’s hand.
If he got suppressed by that force, the outco would definitely be dire.
With rich combat experience, Chi Ming imdiately flipped backward, using leverage to kick Helaman’s chin.
Although Chi Ming’s strength was not as astonishing as Wang Longhu’s,
his full-force kick still carried the strength of seven or eight horses.
Helaman’s chin buzzed, his brain shook, and his hand gripping Chi Ming’s fist slightly loosened.
Chi Ming seized the chance to escape, then imdiately slamd an elbow hard into Helaman’s temples.
Sending his massive body rolling on the ground, crashing into the wall of a cent-built house behind him, creating nurous cracks, teetering precariously.
Chi Ming didn’t stop, leaping up again, kicking out dozens of tis, all landing on Helaman’s chest.
Thump, thump, thump!
Each kick was full force, with the thrust of seven or eight thousand pounds, like relentless waves, crashing on Helaman’s chest layer upon layer.
The sound of bones breaking kept echoing in his body, and Helaman spewed blood, plunging into the house, unsure if alive or dead.
Chi Ming then landed, regulating his breathing, restoring his state to perfection.
He knew very well that although he had injured Helaman, the other’s fra was simply too robust.
Relying on rely a few moves to kill him clearly wasn’t that easy.
Wang Longhu calmly watched the house Helaman had fallen into.
Although unable to see the interior through the wall, he could tell from Helaman’s steady breathing.
This guy was not only unscathed but even beca more dangerous.
It seed Chi Ming’s slippery combo had completely enraged this native tyrant.
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