continue?
Still continuing?
He killed two people, both of whom were considered good players in the killing fields of hell.
One is a head-on instant kill, and the other is a freehand crush.
Throughout the whole process, he didn’t even move his feet.
Now, he asked, continue?
The tens of thousands of degenerates in the stands felt at a loss for words for the first time.
The words used to describe madness, cruelty, and bloodthirsty in their minds seemed so feeble at this moment. They couldn't find a suitable word to describe the boy in white in front of them.
The God of Death?
Devil?
No, those names carry an understandable evil and chaos.
The man in front of me is clean, calm, and even indifferent.
When he killed someone, it didn't seem like he was venting his anger or having fun, but more like he was completing an ordinary daily chore.
It's like brushing the dust off your shoulders.
This kind of incomprehensible calm is the deepest fear.
This time, no one dared to talk loudly, and the whispers disappeared.
The entire hell killing field was so quiet that one could hear each other's heavy breathing and frantic heartbeats.
Finally, the figure of the host, who had been suspended in mid-air like a ghost, slowly floated down a little.
His face shrouded in black robes turned to Ning Liu, and an emotionless voice processed by amplifying stones came out from under the hollow hood.
"The challenger is dead. The winner, 9527."
"If there is no new challenger within ten breaths, 9527 will win this game."
The host's voice broke the deadlock and gave everyone an ultimatum.
Ten breaths.
Everyone's eyes subconsciously glanced at the real strong men in the front row of the stands.
Most of the monsters who have won sixty, seventy, or even eighty games are holding their arms with different expressions at this moment.
Some looked solemn, some looked interested, but none of them had any intention of ending immediately.
The host’s countdown began, and every number was like a heavy drum, beating on everyone’s hearts.
"Eight."
Time passed, and there was still only that tall figure in white in the field.
He didn't even look around, he just lowered his head and gently wiped the blade of the Shura Demonic Sword with a piece of his sleeve.
Not a drop of blood was left on it.
Six."
Some of the Fallen have begun to feel restless.
They came here to see the killing, not to see a newcomer suppress the whole crowd.
But they only dared to be anxious in their hearts, and no one dared to make a sound.
Just when everyone thought that this shocking battle would end with no one daring to fight.
"Ah——!"
A shrill scream suddenly sounded from behind the stands.
Immediately afterwards, a figure was thrown directly from the stands more than ten meters high in an extremely rough way!
The man drew a parabola in the air like a broken sack, and with the crisp sound of broken bones, he fell heavily not far in front of Ning Liu.
He struggled to get up, but he only spit out a few mouthfuls of blood mixed with broken internal organs. One leg was twisted at a weird angle. It was obvious that it had been broken before he was thrown down.
ceddie He raised his head, his bloody face full of pleading and despair, and looked at Ning Liu.
However, rules are rules.
The host's unwavering voice sounded again:
"A new challenger appears. The battle begins."
This scene instantly broke the dead silence in the stands.
"Asshole! It was "Crazy Shark" who did it!"
"It's this trick again! This despicable guy!"
Following the exclamation, everyone saw where the man was left behind, a tall man with a huge serrated and ferocious scimitar on his shoulder, grinning with a cruel smile.
He clapped his hands, as if cleaning up some non-existent dust.
"It's "Crazy Shark" Zhao Kang! The monster with seventy-two consecutive victories!"
"I know it! Every time he encounters a difficult problem, he likes to throw an unlucky person first to explore the way!"
In the corner, the man with the scar on his chin began his "analysis" again, this time with a bit of joy and excitement in his voice:
"Look, this is the tactic!"
"Kang Shark's move is too clever! He is testing! Although the boy in white is strong, continuous fighting will definitely consume his mental and physical energy."
h "And, the most important thing is, you can observe his attack method at close range!" ! Crazy Shark's "Tearing Frenzy" is not comparable to that of a fool like Buck. His sword skills are both powerful and fast! "
"No matter how fast the boy in white is, there is always a limit!"
The crowd's discussion was boiling again, and their fear was diluted by new expectations.
If Ning Liu is a mysterious and unpredictable dragon crossing the river, then "Crazy Shark" Zhao Kang is the local snake who has been operating in this pond for many years.
His reputation and achievements gave these fallen people a glimmer of confidence that "order" still exists.
In the field.
Ning Liu's eyes swept over the man lingering on the ground. There is no pity and no disgust.
This is hell, there are no innocents.
The man seemed to understand his fate, and his despair turned into madness. He propped up his body with his only remaining hand and rushed over with a roar.
Ning Liu didn't even use a sword.
He just raised his left foot and stepped forward lightly.
An invisible force passed through the ground.
The body of the man who was about to jump was shaken violently, as if he was hit head-on by an invisible giant beast, and his whole body flew backwards.
When a person is in mid-air, his orifices are bleeding and his vitality is cut off.
Another move.
Even weapons are useless.
The slight noise that had just started in the stands seemed to have been poured over by a basin of ice water, and it instantly became much quieter.
After doing all this, Ning Liu slowly raised his head, looked past the corpse, and looked squarely at the new "challenger" for the first time.
Zhao Kang jumped down from the stands carrying his serrated scimitar that was wider than the door panel. The heavy body fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and the black soil under his feet was cracked.
He is over two meters tall, with muscles all over his body, full of explosive power. He did not go to Ning Liu, but first walked to the body of the subordinate he had left behind, kicked it with his toes, and made a tsk-tsk sound.
loglogue ] ˈ He raised his head and looked at Ning Liu, with undisguised arrogance and scrutiny on his face.
"Boy, your sword is good, and your use of "shi" is also very interesting. That kick just now, you want to tell me that your physical skills are just as powerful?"
Zhao Kang thrust the huge scimitar into the ground, making a loud "ding" sound.
"You are very strong, really. Buck and Moreau died unjustly. But unfortunately, your performance ends here."
He stretched out a thick finger and tapped his temple.
"Here, strength and speed are not enough, you also have to use your brain."
"Why do you think I threw this trash down? To consume you? No, no, no."
Zhao Kang shook his finger and his smile became more ferocious, "I did it to make you relax your vigilance and make you feel that your opponents are all trash that is not worth mentioning." "
"When you are at your most relaxed and self-righteous, I will appear again and give you the most fatal blow!"
His voice spread through the audience through the loudspeaker stone, attracting waves of echoes from the stands as if they were suddenly enlightened.
"That's it! Lord Shark has great foresight!"
"This is the real hunter! Use bait to paralyze the prey first!"
h High-rise stands.
Xu Jiushi was happy: "Hey, this guy has a lot of drama. He calls himself a wise general."
Tai Tai's words were concise and concise: "If you talk too much, you will die quickly."
In the middle of the scene, listening to Zhao Kang's smug tirade, Ning Liu's face finally showed a change in expression.
That is not solemnity, nor is it anger.
But a little... weird.
He seemed to be thinking about what the other party said seriously, and then he spoke, his voice as calm as ever.
"So, you said so much..."
Ning Liu's eyes were filled with pure curiosity.
"Is your warm-up over?"