Chapter 209: The Final Showdown Many years later, when the guests who drank in the "Sunlight Allure" bar that night experienced a bloody and unparalleled killing, when they recalled it again, all of them looked horrified.
Look, one of them, when he was drinking and chatting with a group of friends, he said this when talking about the ultimate showdown - the young man in white clothes, when he was knocked down by the palm of the gray-robed Taoist priest
After being on the ground, he stood up tenaciously and challenged Wang Jiaoyang, the "little king" of the capital, in one breath. There were twenty or thirty people in his party!
No one thought he would win.
but......
What I didn't expect was that the young man named Yi Yang, who looked polite and was already injured, wearing white clothes, actually charged into the crowd with a short knife.
The layout of the entire Sunlight Allure Bar is one step at a time, with varying numbers of tables placed on each step, so we first started on the two steps near Yi Yang, and about seven or eight people joined us.
War situation.
But those who were far away from Yi Yang did not take action!
Maybe... in their opinion, seven or eight people are more than enough to deal with an injured young man, and it won't be their turn at all.
However, the final outcome of the battle was beyond everyone's expectation - Yi Yang held the short knife and staggered towards the seven or eight people. Without saying a word, the short knife moved towards one person.
His head was sliced off.
Chi...
That person didn't even expect that Yi Yang would take action. To be precise, he didn't expect that Yi Yang would draw the knife so fast, so fast that they had an illusion... This Yi Yang seemed to be completely
It was as if he wasn't injured, and it was even faster and more brutal than the previous two games.
Half of the head was cut off with the cold blade, and blood spurted out like an arrow!
kill!
The knife in Yi Yang's hand was pale in the dim light of the city. Blood was dripping from the tip of the knife, but the blade of the knife was not stained with a trace of blood.
Yi Yang At this moment, the other few people reacted!
Suddenly, everyone swarmed up.
Ping pong ping pong...
When the man said this, his eyes were full of horror.
I also grew up in alleys, and it’s not like I’ve never seen fights, but the level of fighting like that night was something I never dreamed of seeing! It wasn’t a case of more people bullying less people.
The battle was... simply a one-sided "killing show" in which one person killed seven or eight people!
That's right.
At first, I didn't believe this could be true at all, but when the stumps and broken arms were separated from the body by the knife, and blood spurted out, I had to admit that what I saw was
real!
Yi Yang was like entering and exiting an uninhabited land. After he rushed into the crowd, with the flash of the sword, he was bound to see blood. The seven or eight people who besieged him obviously did not expect that the battle would be so tragic. At the beginning
, all went into battle with bare hands. After the fight, when three people fell down, they all showed their weapons. Those who were not carrying weapons picked up the chairs and everything that could be moved in the sunny city.
Fight back.
At the beginning, they didn't cooperate at all, just because they had more people. They attacked Yi Yang individually. In the end, after being killed by Yi Yang in half, they had to really cooperate and try to surround Yi Yang.
However...by the time I woke up, it was already too late.
Yi Yang didn't give them a chance to encircle him at all. When the short knife was inserted into the last man's back, his left leg had been cut off. He was lying on the table and wailing. He had no defense at all. Seven inches from his back.
The long blade pierced the straight handle, and then with another forceful move, a blood arrow soared so high!
Evil God!
The real evil spirit!
Yi Yang even ignored his opponent's ability to fight back and killed all eight of them to the ground before raising his head.
Yi Yang wiped the blood on the dagger, his eyes fixed on Wang Jiaoyang.
Having said this, the man swallowed unconsciously.
What's the look in those eyes? Compared with Yi Yang's delicate face, the whole pair of eyes is like being possessed by a devil, glowing with an absolute coldness and a deathly aura that can swallow everything!
That’s right!
It was midsummer, and the air-conditioning was on in the sunlit bar. At first, we felt a little hot after drinking until we drank, and some of us were still shirtless. But at that moment, as those seven or eight people fell down,
, Yi Yang's white clothes were stained with blood, and everyone couldn't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies, feeling like a cold winter.
At that time, some women in the scene couldn't help but bend down and vomit when they saw the tragedy on the ground!
It was like a nightmare, but it really happened in front of us.
Yi Yang was like Shura from hell. Everyone in the audience watched helplessly as he held the short knife. Under the knife, all eight people fell. Life or death was unknown!
The scene was deathly silent!
Wang Jiaoyang, who was standing on the high steps, looked at Yi Yang's cold eyes. The arrogant "little king" in the capital couldn't help but dare not look at Yi Yang.
At this time, the remaining twenty or so people standing on the steps all came out in unison. They stood in rows, with three rows of people, and then the people in the first row turned towards Yi.
He walked silently in Yang's direction.
Yi Yang looked at the person approaching slowly and actually grinned.
That smile was so playful, with 70% arrogance and 30% sarcasm... Many years later, when I dreamed about the killing scene in Sunlight Qingcheng that day, I couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. Later, I
Want to understand the meaning of Yi Yang's smile - Yi Yang wanted to use this brutal fight to arouse Wang Jiaoyang's desperate efforts to concentrate on annihilating himself.
No matter how powerful a person is, he will eventually reach the point of exhaustion, and Yi Yang hopes to use his arrogance to ignite the madness in Wang Jiaoyang's heart.
He would rather be alone in front of twenty or thirty people than play twenty or thirty games alone.
Even if Yi Yang is alone, he can actually control the rhythm of the entire battle. This is much more terrifying than him fighting twenty or thirty people alone!
Wang Jiaoyang was fooled.
Looking at the seven or eight people lying on the ground, he put all his strength into reaching the first round.
Either you die or I die!
The man spoke slowly, with his eyes closed, as if he was immersed in the scene he saw that night, and his whole body could not help but tremble.
The killing happened again...
But at this time, some people could no longer stand it and quietly left the scene!
kill!
Yi Yang shouted again. The sound was like the devil's death call.
The whole person exuded a monstrous momentum. Facing three rows of more than 20 people, one person's momentum was not inferior. The knife, with a fierce murderous aura, was aimed at the remaining 20 people.
The remaining people launched a counterattack!
For a moment, blood sprayed again.
But this time, having learned from the past, the remaining twenty or so people stopped underestimating the enemy and used their own unique skills. Most of them actually had knives in their hands.
For a moment, the sound of two knives clashing could be heard endlessly, and Yi Yang sometimes rushed onto the table, sometimes rolled to the ground, avoiding his opponent's killing move while taking the opportunity to counterattack.
The battle situation has fallen into a crazy stalemate. Yi Yang's white clothes have been stained with blood, and his whole body is blood red!
As time went by, the number of people besieging Yi Yang gradually decreased, but Yi Yang's blood-red shadow never stopped.
Several times, Yi Yang was surrounded by so many people that no one in the audience could see Yi Yang's shadow. They could only see a large group of people gathered around a certain place, moving towards that place without stopping.
Attack, and then a gap will suddenly open in the encircled circle, and the blood-red shadow will rush out of the encircled circle again along with the fallen people.
The clothes on Yi Yang were dyed dark red and had been cut open in several places, exposing pieces of flesh and blood.
After all... he is a human being, not a god. Faced with the siege of more than twenty people, even if he has great abilities, he will be injured. But whether the injury is serious or not, there is no way to tell from his body.
You can see it in the clothes.
It's just... no matter how injured he is, if he can still move and fight back, he has not lost!
Most of the tables and chairs on the steps of the Sunlight Allure Bar have been smashed, and there are cigarette pots, scented candles, beer bottles, and broken limbs everywhere on the ground... The air is filled with
There was a strong smell of blood.
In the city where the sun was shining, most of the guests who were watching the excitement had quietly left. Even I... At that time, I couldn't help the twitching feeling in my stomach, and I vomited the wine I drank that night.
Clean!
When the man said this, he shook his head, as if to get rid of the tragic images burned into his mind, and remained silent for a long time.
The people at the table listened to his description and almost felt the blood and cruelty of the killing. A young man of eighteen or nineteen years old sitting opposite that person couldn't help but continue to ask, so...
...Then later, did Yi Yang lose that battle?
There is a hero living in every young man's heart.
Undoubtedly, this young man has regarded Yi Yang as his hero in his heart. He imagined Yi Yang's courage to challenge more than thirty people alone, and imagined Yi Yang's cold and iron-blooded killing style. He certainly did not want Yi Yang to
He fell under the siege of more than 20 people.
The rest of the people at the table were also attracted by the story this man told, and everyone wanted to hear the final outcome of this battle.
Later... later...
The man heard the young man's question and murmured. After a long time, he slowly continued speaking...