But for the parties involved, it was a heartbreaking sentence.
In an instant, all eyes in the field were focused on Lu Ze...and Wan Ziyue in front of him!
The queen of Yandu's wealthy family, who had been watching from the sidelines from the beginning, had a gloomy look in her eyes.
The elegance she once showed in front of her companions is now gone.
But his family background and the foundation he had grown up in the proud family over the past twenty years prevented him from losing the pride in his bones.
"Why should I tell you?" Wan Ziyue sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"Kill my forty-two people in the wasteland. I saw that you were smiling happily before, so I am inevitably curious." Lu Ze faced him calmly, not caring about the other party's attitude at all, nor did he care about Yu Yiming who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.
This young man from Gyeonggi with a military aura, all the hairs on his body stood up at this moment, constantly reminding him that the person in front of him was in extreme danger.
"I came to watch the game. The fight was wonderful. Can't we laugh?" Wan Ziyue's speaking level is much higher than that of a pure warrior. He naturally relies on him when he says this.
From the beginning to the end, he never made a move, not even speaking when Lu Zege killed Shangguan Wu.
Because he has a sharp mind, he has already realized that the reason why Lu Ze attacked so unscrupulously was that he had clearly followed the rules.
Once you enter the fighting arena, life or death is determined by fate.
This is a life-and-death struggle that applies to everyone.
Shangguan Wu is a participant, and Lu Ze is also a participant.
But Wan Ziyue is actually an audience member.
In full view of the public, as long as he was still within the community of human society, unless Lu Ze didn't want to live anymore, how could he dare to take action against him?
After understanding this, Wan Ziyue's mentality gradually returned to normal, affected by the recent incident.
"Then have you laughed enough?" Lu Ze said calmly.
"So what if you laugh enough, so what if you don't laugh enough?" After a few exchanges of words, Wan Zi sneered in his heart when he saw that the other party did not act rashly.
"If you have laughed enough, just go down there and kowtow forty-two times respectfully. I believe your attitude may influence some people." Lu Ze said nonchalantly.
In an instant, Wan Ziyue's expression turned terrifyingly gloomy, and his eyes suddenly turned ferocious as he looked at Lu Ze:
"Kill me to be worshiped by thousands of families..."
"Kill my Beifu war guards..."
"I haven't settled this debt with you yet, and now you dare to come to my door."
"If I don't go, how dare you kill me!?"
Wan Ziyue's eyes were full of unruliness, and the domineering nature of a noble family was clearly evident at this moment.
"I think you misunderstood."
However, Lu Ze's reaction was like a reservoir standing there quietly, letting the waves surge without moving at all.
"I'm not discussing it with you. And you have no choice."
After the words fell, Lu Ze took half a step forward and pressed directly towards Wan Ziyue.
A hint of pity and ridicule flashed deep in Wan Ziyue's eyes.
Because he knows that his warning line is half a meter...
This world is not a world that relies solely on brute force.
In addition to martial arts, there are also...
science and technology.
For example, there is military technology that can shoot bullets at a speed of 2,200 meters/second.
A bullet traveling at 6 times the speed of sound does not even need a tenth of a second to cover a distance of 100 meters.
On the basis of the 100ms of human neural response, it is even compressed by half!
Even Yu Yiming beside him didn't know that Wan Ziyue's defense radius was enough to spread to a hundred meters away.
The two are regarded as outstanding marksmen in the country. They have already set up two Shenyou series Gauss sniper rifles in the darkroom in the corner of the lighting control room, which are used to snipe behemoths with 6 stars or above.
Excellent sniper, excellent heavy sniper rifle.
Calculation of intention and lack of intention.
Wan Ziyue's rear arm remained motionless, but the moment he moved it was a thunderous murderous intention.
Yanbei Wanjia, a hidden family that was once known as the Emperor's Dagger hundreds of years ago, one of its ancestral mottos is... But if there is a grudge, don't let go if you kill someone wrong.
Therefore, this is the final killing move under Wan Ziyue's heavy conspiracy.
【Goodbye, poor fellow.】
…
However, at this moment, Wan Ziyue, whose eyes were fixed on another world, could not hear the two words flashing in Lu Ze's heart, nor could he see the miraculous scene.
【still.】
0.7 seconds of absolute stillness is such a luxury for a war king.
Two twisted air trajectories penetrated Lu Ze. At the top of the trajectory, two six-centimeter-long threaded warheads hovered three inches outside his left and right temples.
The tip of the warhead is compressed air that has been forcibly squeezed, torn, and rotated. When one glances at this place, one can naturally see a strange sense of deflection.
Lu Ze calmly looked at Wan Ziyue's frozen face, raised his hands casually, gently held the sniper warhead on each side between his index and middle fingers, and twisted his wrist calmly.
The two bullets were turned 180 degrees horizontally.
The back of his fingers casually flicked the tail of the bullet. The direction of the bullet shifted slightly, and Lu Ze put down his hands.
The golden pointer in his eyes quietly disappeared.
The two slashes tore through the space at a faster speed and flew out along the angle from where they were shot.
boom!
In the dark room a hundred meters away, two figures suddenly raised their heads, and the blood between their eyebrows exploded instantly.
With a pop, two bright peonies were embroidered on the dark room wall.
…
There was still a deep compassion in Wan Ziyue's eyes.
Then, he saw Lu Ze stretch out a palm and land on top of his head.
Um?
what's the situation?
Wan Ziyue's eyes were stunned, and the next second he felt his hair and scalp being grabbed. The severe pain made his eyes suddenly become bloodshot, his chin jerked up, and he let out a subconscious roar in his throat.
"Wait, you can't touch him!" Yu Yiming suddenly stopped him. This series of changes had already dazzled him.
If it weren't for his own strength as a 7-star genetic warrior, it might be too late to even speak at this moment.
"Wanjia! He comes from Yanbei Wanjia! If something happens to him, the consequences will be unimaginable." Yu Yiming could no longer sit still and explained everything clearly as fast as he could.
"oh……"
Lu Ze turned his head to look at Yu Yiming, his eyes flat, and pressed his right hand on the back of Wan Ziyue's head.
The terrifying power of an ancient giant elephant suddenly bloomed. Wan Ziyue, who was struggling, felt like he was being pushed down from the clouds to the earth out of thin air, and his head and his whole body were almost rising.
boom!
This handsome-looking young master from the Wan family suddenly went dark, and his handsome face collided heavily with the ground.
The bridge of the nose collapsed instantly, extreme soreness, extreme pain, mixed together, and transmitted to the brain along the rich facial nerves. Tears, blood, and nasal mucus were mixed together, accompanied by Wan Ziyue's miserable howl that did not sound like a human voice.
"What if I insist on moving?"
Lu Ze spoke softly, holding a knife in one hand and dragging Wan Ziyue, who was still facing down with the other hand, as he walked down the high platform and walked towards the fighting arena with an indifferent look.
"Otherwise, cats and dogs all think that Shang Nan is a soft persimmon and want to take a bite of it?"
"Then where is my reputation, Lu Ze?"
"Who can give me an explanation for the fate of the wasteland warriors!"
With a casual throw, Wan Ziyue was thrown into the fighting arena like a dead dog, and he knelt down in front of the ten dead wasteland warriors.
Lu Ze stood aside with his hands behind his hands, his eyes cold and ruthless.
"Forty-two lives, kowtow in front of these five thousand people."
Wan Ziyue's whole body was trembling. He stood up with his hands on the ground, raised his head and looked back ferociously, revealing his bloody face.
"You are insulting my Wan family!"
"That's right."
What greeted Wan Ziyue was a scabbard drawn sideways, hitting him hard in the face and sending him flying to the ground.
"I'm just insulting you and the people behind you."
Lu Ze looked down at his feet, his eyes indifferent, which was even more heart-stopping.
Yu Yiming's whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar. He had always been calm, but at this moment all the muscles in his face froze.