Chapter 138: Am I a Villain?

But just when the audience was disappointed, complicated, and sighing, Shan Kun's ruthlessness also came up, seeing that Fang Han did not immediately stick up to chase his own actions, but stood in place and looked at himself with a sneer, Shan Kun did not talk nonsense, endured the pain of dislocation, pressed his arm to the ring in the yell, and pressed his center of gravity down in an instant with the fierce roar of life and death, just listening to the extremely crisp bone noise even in this environment, Shan Kun trembled in pain, rolled in the ring, and after a few minutes, he struggled to get up again, and then saw that Shan Kun's shoulders had recovered so much, this guy was born to such a point, I actually put the dislocated shoulders back to their original position after enduring severe pain......

"The red players are back in power...... I have to admit that the black player's attack power is indeed very strong, but under the bloody will of the red player, the victory or defeat is unknown. ”

In the exclamation of the male host next to him, the beautiful host also stood up from the seat in a timely manner, showing her inner shock, and saw the beautiful host raise the microphone and exclaimed: "The black player turned out to be so strong, but he looked away before, but now I am more optimistic about the red player, such an opponent is not used for fighting, it is used to kill, maybe the black player has the advantage in the ring battle, but if it is a life and death battle, it depends on the blood and killing intent of both sides, and the red player is fully qualified to win this point." ”

The incendiary words of the male and female hosts once again ignited the enthusiasm of the audience in the casino, so that the terrifying silence caused by Fang Han's majesty was completely dispelled, and the audience present all cheered for the red player Shan Kun, who performed so amazingly, and Fang Han, who kicked the opponent's shoulders and dislocated, no one paid attention to it.

Touching his nose, Fang Han glanced at the many viewers who were cheering for Shan Kun under the instigation of the host...... When the corner of his eyes swept over, Fang Han clearly saw that the male and female hosts in the commentary seat were taking the lead in shouting, and under the open-air high platform grandstand above the commentary seat, Bai Yan'er was raising a glass of wine to Fang Hanyao, who was aware of her location, to toast with satisfaction......

Fang Han still can't understand this? Don't let the two sides lose momentum! Isn't it the task of the two hosts in the commentary seat? The one who incited the masses was too obvious......

Only by inciting the tourists, can this handicap be regarded as a successful manipulation, right? At least Fang Han has already seen it...... When their own momentum is weak, the host speaks for themselves, and when the red player goes down, they advocate the red side's momentum.

Fang Han really couldn't understand what kind of ability he had to endure severe pain to restore the dislocated part to its original position after being kicked and dislocated...... But I have to admit that such actions and behaviors are indeed in line with people's interpretation of words such as bloody and gentleman.

Shan Kun, who had newly recovered his combat effectiveness, gradually stood up under Fang Han's calm gaze, at this moment, I don't know if it was inspired by the surrounding audience, or if Fang Han's strength made him completely burn his fighting intent, the gaze in Shan Kun's eyes at this time was clearly a kind of determination to sacrifice his life, as well as the burning flames.

Murderous and evil aura are intertwined under such a gaze...... made Fang Han's face inexplicable, how did he make a fuss, in the end, this guy seemed to have become a decent person? Shouldn't it be a prerequisite for a decent character in movies and television to fight back?

Am I a villain? Fang Han let Shan Kun's eyes and the surrounding audience make it a little messy for a while.

Just at Fang Han's inexplicable stall, Shan Kun, who had just stood up, once again brandished the dagger in his hand and rushed up.

"Remember, to shock his mind, it only takes five minutes or so to be scattered, and it will be enough for me. Just as Fang Han was about to make another move to face the battle, Bai Yan'er's bland words suddenly came from his ears.

This voice was like Bai Yan'er sticking to her side, and a small mouth was in her ear exhaling hot air. But Bai Yan'er was obviously standing in the stands above the commentary seat, and under the loud and relaxed shouts of the surrounding audience, let alone a sound of this volume, even if Bai Yan'er shouted this with a loudspeaker, she might not be able to hear it.

But this voice appeared in his ears, making Fang Han's movements in his hands subconsciously slow down in surprise.

Shan Kun's eyes lit up instantly, and he caught Fang Han's momentary pause in action, and with a wrong step, the whole person brandished the dagger and pierced into Fang Han's close range, and at the same time, the dagger turned into an afterimage in mid-air, and wiped it at Fang Han's throat.

This guy doesn't have control when he makes a move, and when he makes a move, he runs to the key point and kills people for his life. Killing decisiveness is exactly the purpose of the "generation of killing gods" in front of him.

Maybe Shan Kun is facing an ordinary master, even if it is an opponent at the same level as him, this knife can be called a classic killing move, but it is ...... His opponent was Fang Han, a perverted demon who had entered the innate realm.

His eyes stared at the dagger that was about to cut his throat, Fang Han's eyes showed a bit of sarcasm, the moment a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, Shan Kun's eyes jumped wildly, but just when he instinctively sensed that something was bad and wanted to retract the momentum, he suddenly saw a flower in front of him, Fang Han's whole person had already taken a wrong step back, and before he could react, Fang Han raised his knees and flew to the top at a speed that he couldn't imagine at all...... Instantly pressed against his abdomen.

"Clank!"

Everything happened too fast, Shan Kun clearly watched everything that happened in an instant, but there was no way to resist at all, because after he suffered a heavy blow to the abdomen, his body's reaction kept up with the fighting consciousness that he had cultivated after years of fighting...... But it was too late.

The dagger fell on the ring with a crisp sound, and then seeing that Shan Kun's face was already pale, and the corners of his mouth were gushing blood-colored foam, Shan Kun knew that this flying knee, I am afraid that his internal organs have been ruptured.

With the convulsions caused by the huge pain, Shan Kun couldn't straighten his waist at all, and his eyes were full of horror and fear, so he hugged his stomach and let out a low cry like a beast. Looking at the dagger at his feet fixedly, Shan Kun finally knelt on the ground on both knees, but one hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the fence and tried to control his body, not allowing himself to fall down like a dead man......

After a long time, the corners of Shan Kun's mouth were bloody, but his eyes were full of a fierce gaze like a wounded wolf

"I can still fight, I haven't fallen yet, as long as I'm not dead...... I have hope of winning. ”

To be honest, looking at Shan Kun's will to fight in front of him, Fang Han admitted that he did admire this guy a little.

What kind of environment creates what kind of people, this Shan Kun has fought countless battles in his life, and he has developed this kind of combat awareness? But Fang Han knew it clearly...... Such a person is just a paper tiger on the surface, a person who has killed countless people even the old and weak, women and children, and what supports his will is nothing more than the so-called strength that has always been called. Because he has mastered the life and death habits of others, he naturally develops a false self-confidence and pride. To be more precise, it's a very perverted mental illness.