Although it is not good to use real skills to deal with a layman.
But if I lose to Ye Chen, I won't have to mess around anymore.
With a thought, something as thin as a cicada's wing slowly flew out from his white robe.
This is Duan Santong's ability as a warrior.
As long as he has this small flying knife, Duan Santong can even kill people hundreds of meters away. The whole process does not even take three seconds.
If there are categories among warriors, then Duan Santong is a warrior who is good at hurting people with hidden weapons!
The situation is the same now, the moment this flying knife appears.
The entire competition is over.
"I admit that when it comes to physical fighting, I can't compare to you."
"You can be proud! After all, you defeated me in close combat!"
Duan Santong fell back and tried to distance himself from Ye Chen.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had a winning chance.
However, it seems that he knew in advance that Duan Santong was going to get serious.
He stepped forward and dodged directly in front of Duan Santong who was retreating.
That speed is even faster than his own flying knife!
My own eyes couldn't catch his figure?!
"Well!"
With his neck being strangled violently, Duan Santong raised his head and looked at the incandescent light above his head.
"Don't move!"
The old man shouted softly.
Ye Chen made eagle claws with his hands and pinched Duan Santong's neck.
The old man's flying knife came as promised and hit Ye Chen's throat. Because the blade was too sharp, the skin of Ye Chen's throat had been lightly scratched, and drops of blood oozed out.
"Old sir, this is different from what we promised at the beginning..."
Ye Chen glanced at the blade in his throat and looked at Duan Santong with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.
"Although it is not a close-quarters fight, this flying knife is still within my ability."
"So, this is no different from what was agreed upon at the beginning."
Duan Santong turned pale because Ye Chen grabbed his throat.
"So what do we do now?"
"Are you going to die with me?"
Ye Chen looked at Duan Santong and asked in a deep voice.
"I'm not so loyal as to risk my life just for a favor."
"Besides, after my blade cuts through your blood vessels, will you still have the strength to strangle me to death..."
"It's also two things."
"So, let's count the two of us as ties here. What do you think?"
Duan Santong looked at Ye Chen and smiled kindly.
There seemed to be a hint of pleading in his tone.
Ye Chen slowly let go of his hand.
I'm afraid his flying knife is not as powerful as he described...
Duan Santong let out a gentle breath, and then took his flying knife back into his arms again.
Although I didn’t win, I didn’t lose at least.
All in all, this should be considered the best result...
The old man squinted and forgot about Ye Chen beside him, and began to murmur in his heart.
But then again, what is this guy’s background?
He was actually able to defeat himself in close combat with the physical strength of an ordinary person.
Doesn’t this already meet the criteria for traveling outside the territory...
I didn't expect that besides myself, there would be a second guy in this small city who was expected to become a warrior.
Besides, he may also know the clues about the black wooden box, so we should try our best to have a good relationship with him!
After making this decision, Duan Santong took Ye Chen to the ring.
There was a dead silence in the audience, and before people even had time to respond to what happened, the two began to shake hands and make peace.
The final stage of the fight between the two is simply not something that ordinary people can capture with their naked eyes.
"This fight, I declare..."
The Black Panther looked at Zhao Hailong confidently, and seemed to have begun to figure out how to take over his gang after his death.
Zhao Hailong also breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Ye Chen was safe and sound.
As long as Ye Chen is okay, it is the greatest victory for him.
He looked at the machete in his hand and smiled bitterly.
I never expected that the last person I would kill in my life would be me.
"draw!"
"Hmph! Did you hear that? It's a draw! Zhao Hailong, as agreed..."
As soon as Duan Santong finished speaking, Black Panther jumped out and pointed at Zhao Hailong, wanting him to understand his life as soon as possible.
After a period of reaction, the Black Panther looked at Duan Santong with shock on his face."
"Duan...Senior Duan, what did you just say?"
"A draw...a draw?!"
Faced with Black Panther's question, Duan Santong just nodded slightly.
"That's right! It's a draw!"
"But...but...you...how can you be on par with ordinary people?"
"There must be something wrong, right?"
"Are you tired of it happening over and over again?!"
Duan Santong quickly became impatient with Black Panther's words.
He jumped off the stage.
"I'm not as skilled as others. I couldn't win this game for you, Black Panther boss. What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied?"
Duan Santong glanced at Black Panther, his words were very respectful, but his tone was extremely contemptuous.
"No... junior dare not..."
Duan Santong's gaze swept over him as if he wanted to kill someone. Black Panther immediately lowered his head and apologized.
Different from the Black Panther Gang who were full of life and death, when Zhao Hailong and others heard that the result of the fight was a draw.
Everyone including Niuergou cheered.
"Win!!"
"Boss Ye, you are so awesome!"
"That's great! You can actually draw a draw with such an awesome person."
"Boss Ye, I'm sorry! I doubted you before and thought you were going to be beaten to death..."
"I even called an ambulance. I'm sorry! Boss Ye!"
Although the cheers were mixed with some nonsense.
But Ye Chen doesn't hate this feeling, after all, this is how he feels like a winner.
"Brother Ye! As expected of you! Give this old man a lesson for me."
Seeing Ye Chen dragging his scarred body down the ring, Da Zhuang quickly stepped forward to help Ye Chen.
"What a lesson, I basically didn't hurt anyone."
"On the contrary, I was given a severe lesson..."
Supported by adrenaline just now, Ye Chen didn't feel much pain.
Now that the battle is over, not only the injuries Duan Santong caused to him, but also the side effects caused by the active factor transforming his body have also exploded.
Fortunately, Ye Chen always exercises himself.
Otherwise, this competition might not require Duan Santong to do it himself.
Just the increasing frequency of fighting is enough to make his body fall apart in advance.
Now Ye Chen feels like he has aged fifty years in an instant. Not only his muscles, but also his bones are in pain that is maddening.
Ye Chen, who was almost dragged off the ring by Da Zhuang, looked at Zhao Hailong and then showed a faint smile.
"What did I say?"
Zhao Hailong frowned and tried his best not to let the tears in his eyes stay.
"Yes! Boss Ye!"
He made a deep ninety-degree bow to Ye Chen.
"Really! Very! Thank you so much for everything you have done for me!"
