Although this is shameless, it is a reasonable use of the rules of the game.
No one has stipulated that more than a dozen people can't join forces, right?
The young man in Tsing Yi was very proud. He had already made up his mind. This time he would win with the advantage of having more people. Next, he would use money to clear the way and make his opponent admit defeat. No matter what, he would get a place to enter the fourth level.
He doesn't need to think too much about it next. If he can stand on the fourth floor stage, he will naturally have enough limelight.
If you have money, you can be so willful!
There are more than a hundred people in this group, and now more than a dozen people are in a group. This kind of power is really huge.
"Destroy them first!" a voice rang.
When everyone heard this, they thought, yes, although there are more than a dozen people on the other side, what about themselves? There are almost a hundred of them. Could it be that a hundred people can't defeat a dozen people?
"superior!"
These people rushed forward one after another and surrounded and beat the group of young people in Tsing Yi.
The young man in Tsing Yi was dumbfounded. He never expected such a result.
There are about a hundred people, how can they stop a dozen of them?
When the audience saw it, they couldn't help but be happy.
It's rare to see such a scene. You clearly have the upper hand, but the situation reverses in an instant.
So, you have to be low-key as a person. You see, this is what happens if you are too high-profile.
If the young man in Tsing Yi could use some strategies, or even just not shout so arrogantly, and just push horizontally as soon as the battle started, with the combined efforts of more than a dozen people, the battlefield could be cleared in an instant.
But now, he is going to be tortured into a dog.
Bang bang bang bang, in a brawl, more than a dozen young people in Tsing Yi were instantly maimed. They were just relying on their numbers, and there were no outstanding experts who could turn the tide. How could they withstand such a group fight?
The young man in Tsing Yi was knocked to the ground, with countless people's footprints on his body. He reluctantly raised his head and found the direction from which the sound was first heard, and saw a young man smiling at him.
He was immediately furious, this guy definitely did it on purpose!
Just wait, I will remember you!
Ling Han sighed. In fact, he just wanted to be a handsome man quietly, but who asked everyone to be in the same group? Even if he didn't talk about it, he would still have to deal with each other with his own hands in the end.
It's better to go over the fire and see the excitement.
Ling Han waved his hand and said with a smile: "Have a good trip."
Bang, the young man in Tsing Yi was kicked out of the fighting circle. According to the regulations, he was disqualified from the competition.
The young man in Tsing Yi climbed up tremblingly, his face bruised and bruised, and he said bitterly: "We are now enemies! No one can do this to me, Takeshi Yamada!"
Ling Han frowned. He didn't know why. He really hated such a surname. If he had known that the other party had such a hateful surname, he would never have let the other party run away so easily. He should have beaten him again and again.
It's okay, the other party obviously won't let it go, and there will be another chance to beat him up in the future.
When Takeshi Yamada and his gang were cleared out, the remaining hundred or so people actually cheered together, and some even hugged each other, appearing so harmonious that it was impossible to believe that they were actually competitors.
"Ah, you are so despicable, you actually stabbed me!" One person suddenly screamed, because he had just hugged another person, and was stabbed in the waist by Leng Jian. Fortunately, Zhan Chen was too powerful, so it just made him
If you get hit hard, you won't die.
"My butt!" Another person was kicked out of the fighting circle, holding his buttocks and shouting in pain.
They were all in good spirits at first, but now they are immediately tense, which is very funny.
The audience in the stands laughed, and felt that the battle of this group was too joyful. The Tianfeng Goddess smiled bitterly, as long as her husband was present, it seemed that no matter how serious things were, they would turn into farces.
Ling Han scratched his head. He really didn't do anything, he just yelled.
"Young boy, get out of here!" A middle-aged man came over with a big sword. Zhan Chen was here, but the melee was limited to a small area. In fact, the fluctuations in the battle alone were enough to make people drink a pot.
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This man's physique was very strong, and his skin exuded a light silver luster under the impact of the battle waves. He seemed to have transformed into a silver god of war, sweeping towards Ling Han with the force of the earth shattering.
"Be careful." Ling Han smiled.
What?
The middle-aged man was slightly stunned. I slashed at you with my sword, but you told me to be careful. What do you mean? Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?
He was thinking in his mind, but the sword in his hand did not pause for a moment and continued to slash towards Ling Han's head and neck.
Seeing that the blade was about to hit Ling Han's neck, he couldn't help but look happy, he was sure to succeed.
But at this moment, Ling Han raised his hand and flicked it lightly. He didn't see any big movements, but the knife that was slashed out suddenly turned sharply and slashed towards the ground.
Coincidentally, he just happened to rush out with a lunge, stepped down with his left foot, and the knife struck the top of his left foot.
"Ah" the middle-aged man suddenly screamed. The sword was struck with great force, imbuing him with all the power of the rules. With one strike, half of his entire foot was cut off. Poof, blood spurted out.
Be careful, that's what it means.
He looked at Ling Han blankly. There was no such coincidence in the world. Ling Han just guessed the ending with his casual words.
The opponent's strength... is so strong that he can control everything and make everything develop according to his wishes.
The middle-aged man was covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, the other party only let the knife hit his own foot and not his little brother, so he was showing mercy.
"Thank you!" He left a word and hurriedly ran out of the battle circle.
Everyone in the stands was surprised and funny. How could there be such a person who just slashed someone with a knife aggressively, but ended up cutting his own foot with the knife, and then thanked his opponent? It was simply inexplicable.
"Hehe, it's because that young man is very strong. That's why the man who wields the knife would kill himself on the instep, but he still wants to thank him for not killing him." A young man explained. Although he said that Ling Han was very strong,
But there was a look of pride on his face.
"Hey, Cheng Fengyun, the genius of the Cheng family!"
"He is incredible. It is said that he is almost ready to become the king."
"Since he said that young man is very strong, he must be very strong!"
People around were talking a lot, and some people boldly said: "Mr. Cheng, why don't you participate in the competition? Also, if you faced that young man, how would you win?"
Cheng Fengyun looked proud and said: "Ten points!" Although Ling Han was very strong, in his opinion, it was just that. As for why he didn't participate? What a joke, this time even Zhao Qingfeng came, and he defeated three people in one battle.
A holy son left in despair, what kind of strength is this?
Anyone who participates in the competition will be stepped on by Zhao Qingfeng, so why should he humiliate himself?
He is already very famous and does not need to use such competitions to enhance his reputation.
"Mr. Cheng, do you think this young man can win from this group?" someone else asked.
Cheng Fengyun thought for a while, shook his head, and said: "Impossible! He is so sharp now that he will definitely be targeted by others together. It will be difficult to win."