"I'm just here to watch the game. Pao-shu_bar.8.)" Di Cheng didn't leave immediately because of the other party's words, nor did he express anything because of the surprised looks around him. He had already vaguely noticed something,
I don't even want to expose my own strength.
Yuwen Huangxue's star-like eyes looked deeply at Di Cheng, and his always elegant and indifferent face suddenly had a different kind of coldness: "I once subdued him within ten moves, and I am sure that I can defeat him within twenty moves."
Kill him. Today he has chosen you, and you must take action. If you can defeat him within twenty moves, you can leave alive today."
"Old man, what do you mean?" Yang Jing and the others narrowed their eyes, keenly catching a hint of killing intent. It was not an illusion, it was absolutely real. Yang Jing and Sha Lang had fought thousands of bloody battles, and they captured hostility very appropriately and rarely produced it.
Illusion, this is an ability, and even at their level it has developed into instinct.
"Twenty moves, subdue him, and I'll let you go." Yuwen Huangxue repeated again, neatly and without any delay.
Di Cheng lowered his head and smiled: "What if I say no?"
"I control this place, including the arena, and your life and death." Yuwen Huangxue responded slowly, but the coldness in his tone was no longer concealed.
Such an inexplicable change in hostility caught Yang Jing somewhat off guard. Fortunately, they never relaxed their vigilance. Steel knives appeared in their hands, and they pressed hard on Yuwen Huangxue with their eyes locked. "This is really the first time.
It's not that simple to hear someone threatening me and wanting my life, at least you have to take your life in exchange."
"You are not as decisive as I imagined. Should I regret it or should I be grateful?" Yuwen Huangxue looked at Di Cheng. The cold and harsh aura before quietly subsided and returned to his elegant demeanor. However, he did not pay attention to Yang Jing and the others from beginning to end, as if the whole
The eyes are the world, and Di Cheng is the only one in the world. It is a kind of aloofness, a kind of aloofness engraved in the bone marrow.
"This and decisiveness are two different concepts, and they are meaningless. Again, I just came to watch the game." Di Cheng answered simply. Although the other party put a lot of pressure on him, to be honest,
He's really not that afraid. Besides... Yuwen Huangxue may not have decided whether to take action himself.
"Let's go." Di Cheng retracted his gaze from the young man, passed by Yuwen Huangxue, and strode out.
"Old man, I don't like you very much. Next time we meet, let's have a good exchange." Yang Jing glanced at Yuwen Huangxue coldly, implying vigilance and fighting spirit.
I don’t know if it is because he has been with Di Cheng for a long time, but Yang Jing actually feels that the pressure and danger that Yuwen Huangxue puts on him is much greater than that of Di Cheng. In his mind, Di Cheng’s current strength is even in the world.
, it is enough to be included in the top ten. Whether it is an exaggeration or not, at least he thinks so. The aura that appears invisibly is already extremely oppressive. He has become accustomed to adapting to it in the long-term relationship, and can even automatically fade it, but in front of him
The aura of the middle-aged man actually frightened him. Could it be... the difference in strength?
Impossible! Yang Jing doesn’t believe that such a person exists in the world.
Yuwen Huangxue's expression did not change, his figure did not move, and he allowed Di Cheng and the others to leave. Only his deep eyes showed some changes. Appreciation? Murderous intention? Regret? It seemed that it was none of them. Maybe only he himself could understand.
Ya Yuwen Huangxue didn't respond, but the young man in front of the arena who had been raising his hand to invite him had a gloomy face. A sharp scream passed through the sky, as if it was the almost hysterical scream of a person who has been suppressed to the extreme, accompanied by the release of strong power.
, the tense body rushed forward suddenly, like an arrow leaving the string, like an eagle escaping from the cage, taking five steps, and stood up, three minutes faster than before, three minutes more fierce, and three points more powerful.
It was as if he had reached the limit of his physical ability, and as if he had exerted his strength 120%.
With the help of the elasticity of the rubber guardrail, he flew into the air, crossed a distance of ten meters, and rushed to the guardrail platform in front of the dumbfounded eyes of the audience.
The iron whip-like right leg swung out and went straight to the back of Di Cheng's neck. After several consecutive games, no one dared to doubt the power contained in that long and thin leg. If he was really hit by him,
, it is really possible to get a headshot on the spot without any precautions.
"Seeking death!" A fierce light flashed on Sha Lang's face, and his forward body suddenly bounced up without stopping. The speed and strength were so fast that it exceeded everyone's reaction.
The body volleyed and reversed, swinging its legs as if it were bouncing off countless phantoms, and then seemed to shoot straight forward, brazenly facing the young man's fierce killing move.
Several blasts were completed in an instant, and the two people who collided in the air groaned at the same time, separated at the first touch, and rebounded down.
Hey, hey, hey! He stomped the ground hard, and Shalang took five steps back. The boy pointed out that he had more than seven steps, and it was immediately clear whether his leg skills were strong or weak. When it came to leg attack and sudden killing ability, Shalang thought that no one could match him, even though his body was strong.
The injury still has not healed.
A fierce light flashed in Danfeng's eyes. The young man who had just stopped didn't even pause at all. He stamped his feet on the ground and flew out like a vicious leopard. His hands that had been clasped together suddenly spread apart.
Like a sharp sword being drawn out of its sheath, or like a cold weapon drawing its edge, the young man's aura increased again, his handsome face was filled with evil intent, and he rushed towards Shalang.
"Get out!" A roar rolled in his throat, Shalang shot up again, his sharp legs were no less impressive, and he faced the young man like a machine gun bullet, and there was a faint sound of cracking in the air.
The entire audience stood up in shock, staring closely at the fierce battle that suddenly broke out. It was exciting and shocking, gorgeous and terrifying. Such a wonderful fight, even the black boxing fans in Kamba Town who had watched countless matches.
We haven't seen each other many times.
The shadow of the boy's claws and the shadow of Sha Lang's legs clashed fiercely, and the sound of sharp clashes was heard instantly.
However, the boy's explosive strength this time once again shocked people. His claws dancing like iron rods not only accurately caught Shalang's leg attacks, but also successfully blocked them one after another in the fierce bombardment.
"Death!" After dozens of consecutive blows, the boy's intensity increased again. His thin body emitted explosive force, blocking Shalang's legs and causing him to retreat. He spun his body and ejected into the air, passing over Shalang's head and rushing towards him again.
Di Cheng.
A series of rapid attacks constantly collided with everyone's vision and heart, and even the heartbeat accelerated. Those people who loved gambling even forgot to place their bets, and kept their eyes wide open for fear of missing something.
"You're still addicted!" Yang Jing snorted coldly, and attacked at the same time as Dahan.
Dahan stood up and danced with his fists, blocking the opponent like an iron wall. Yang Jing cooperated with the attack. When the opponent's claws were tearing at Dahan, his right leg came at an incredible angle and stomped heavily on the young man's lower abdomen with his big foot.
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Bang!! Wow, the internal organs were violently churning, and blood was splattered from the wound. The young man's face turned pale for an instant, as if he had been hit by a speeding truck. He flew backwards, fell heavily onto the platform, and rolled four or five meters away. The tabletop rang out.
There was a slight buzzing sound. Many people didn't understand what was going on. They widened their eyes inexplicably or rubbed their eyes. They saw the scene just now very blurry. They even thought they were dazzled. Their mouths opened wide and they were visually shocked.
And the expressions derived from the stimulation of the soul are so wonderful.
"Little guy, stop it now, or I'll ruin you today!" Seeing that Di Cheng had left the field, Yang Jing gave the young man a fierce look and rushed out quickly.
Sha Lang patted Dahan, who was glaring at the young man with bull eyes, and chased after Di Cheng and Yang Jing. He was actually a little unwilling. If he hadn't been injured, he wouldn't have been bypassed by the young man and embarrassed in front of Di Cheng.
"Stand up. Today's task has not been completed yet. You still have three games." Yuwen Huangxue said lightly and left the platform, leaving only thousands of spectators who were still in shock and trembling in pain.
A boy with phoenix eyes.
"Chief, there is another group of teams entering Kangba Town. The number is expected to be around a hundred people." In a secret room behind the arena, a man in black robe knelt down on one knee towards Yuwen Huangxue and responded respectfully.
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"Another batch has arrived, this is the third batch." Yuwen Huangxue closed his eyes, his voice was indifferent, and no emotion could be heard.
"In three months, three groups of people came in succession. The latter two groups were secretive and did not make any obvious moves. However, the first group of people were very active, asking around for news about our clan, and even kept searching for information about our clan.
Exploring.”
"Well, let's go down." Yuwen Huangxue didn't say much. He closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't seem to care.
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