"Your mother, you actually want to use a concealed weapon to kill me, right? You are simply wishful thinking!" Zhang Tiegen stared at this young martial artist from Fusang and cursed coldly.
With a flick of the brush, the young Fusang martial artist immediately used his escape technique to escape.
To be honest, if this young martial artist from Fusang didn't run away quickly, he would definitely be dead. He definitely didn't dare to take action against Zhang Tiegen again.
However, facing Zhang Tiegen in his current state, his strength has already surpassed that of this young martial artist from Fusang. It is absolutely impossible for him to escape.
Therefore, Zhang Tiegen just stretched out his hand and instantly caught the fleeing young Fuso martial artist.
With just a slight tug on his hand, the arm of this young martial artist from Fuso was instantly torn off the bones by Zhang Tiegen, which was considered to be completely useless.
Then, the young martial artist from Fusang was thrown out by Zhang Tiegen, and fell heavily to the ground again, rolling around like an ugly wild boar that had been rolling on the sand.
The Fuso young martial artist kept screaming in agony. Even though he stopped, he still couldn't help but roll on the ground.
The bones of an arm were torn off and wasted in this way. The pain is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Dislocation is already very painful, let alone the current situation.
"You are so weak. Are you too thick-skinned, or are you really not afraid of death? You actually dare to challenge me directly?!" Zhang Tiegen sneered, strode over, and stepped on the fusang with one foot.
On the chest of the young martial artist. "You are definitely dead today!"
"Stop!" An old Fusang man not far away had already looked a little anxious. Now that he saw that Zhang Tiegen had already threatened to kill someone, he quickly shouted loudly in Zhang Tiegen's direction.
Then, the old man from Fusang hurried over to stop Zhang Tiegen from actually taking action and kill the young martial arts master from Fusang.
"Hmph! Stop!" Lao Li snorted coldly and said coldly to the old guy from Fusang.
When the old guy from Fuso heard this, he was naturally frightened and stopped abruptly, not daring to take a step forward again.
Suffering from internal injuries and severe external injuries, this young martial artist from Fuso had already completely lost his ability to resist Zhang Tiegen.
Therefore, "I, I admit defeat..." Fusang's young martial artist could only choose to admit defeat in humiliation, and could only say to Zhang Tiegen in this painful way.
At the same time, because the injuries had become too severe, this young martial artist from Fuso had difficulty breathing.
What this Fuso man needs most urgently now is, of course, to be put into an ambulance quickly and to rush to the hospital to find a doctor for life-saving help.
Such a dangerous situation naturally forced this young martial artist from Fusang to bow his head and admit defeat in front of Zhang Tiegen.
"You are surrendering in front of me like this. Do you feel particularly humiliated in your heart? Hahahaha..." Zhang Tiegen said with a proud smile.
However, the sound of Zhang Tiegen's laughter at this time was obviously different from his usual appearance.
Zhang Tiegen's laughter actually seemed quite sad, which made others feel very uncomfortable. It even made this young martial artist from Fusang almost frightened to death, and his body trembled involuntarily.
"I, I really sincerely admit defeat to you. Please don't be like this." This young martial arts master from Fuso cowered and begged Zhang Tiegen.
"Do you think it's really useful to beg me like this? Tell you, it's useless! You must die today!" Zhang Tiegen said coldly.
"You!" Fusang's young martial artist said anxiously, but it was obvious that he had been cornered by Zhang Tiegen's overbearing attitude.
As the saying goes, a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a Fusang person. The Fusang people have always been eccentric in their national character. If cornered, they will bite.
Those who are walking on it are all on the road of perish together rather than being ruined!
To be honest, it is precisely at this point that Fuso people feel most insane.
Therefore, when this young martial artist from Fusang saw that Zhang Tiegen was really determined to kill him and would not leave him a way out, he had only one way to go.
This young martial arts master from Fuso suddenly took out a small knife from his body and was about to stab Zhang Tiegen in the leg.
You know, this is a knife with strong poison on it. If Zhang Tiegen is injured under this knife, without getting a special antidote, he is afraid that even if he does not die, he will become a lame cripple for the rest of his life.
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Because when the time comes, Zhang Tiegen will definitely have to pay the price of having his leg amputated by a doctor in order to have a chance of survival.
If these Fuso ninjas can be said to be vicious, they are really extremely vicious.
"It's your mother's!" Zhang Tiegen scolded angrily.
Then, I suddenly heard an extremely shrill scream that resounded throughout the atrium. It was a really miserable rhythm.
There was blood on the ground, and Zhang Tiegen's face was already very ugly, and even became more ferocious.
Zhang Tiegen stared fiercely at the young martial artist from Fusang and looked at his feet, where blood was dripping down drop by drop...
This is indeed human blood, and it is still hot.
However, this was not the blood of Zhang Tiegen himself, but the blood of the Fusang young martial artist at his feet.
Blood was continuously spurting out onto the ground from the broken arm of the Fuso young martial artist's arm that had been removed.
At the same time, the severed arm Zhang Tiegen was holding was dripping blood on the ground.
However, the hand with the severed arm was still tightly holding the poison-quenched knife.
With a snap, the knife finally fell to the ground and was caught in Zhang Tiegen's hand.
Zhang Tiegen's face was stained with blood, which was obviously caused by the blood spurting out when he tore off the arm of the young martial artist from Fusang.
"Ah...ah...my arm, my arm..." The young martial artist from Fuso screamed hysterically.
Zhang Tiegen looked at the small knife. It flashed an almost bluish-purple cold light in the sunlight. It was indeed quenched.
Then, with a swipe, the knife directly scratched the Fuso young martial artist's neck.
Blood foam flowed out from the wound, and then from the mouth. The Fuso young martial artist could no longer scream. The air entering the wound naturally made him no longer scream, and he could only whimper in pain.
His body was convulsing violently, and Zhang Tiegen just looked at him coldly as he lay on the ground in extreme pain.
