At the end of the first talent competition, Lin Feng undoubtedly became the dark horse of the audience.

But no one could guess which family or gang it was.

Tang Shishi sat beside the Western Dragon King and peeked at Lin Feng from time to time, thinking in her heart what kind of handsome face would be under this mask.

At least in her opinion, such a talented man would certainly not be ugly.

"Big brother, Tang Shishi seems to be obsessed with you. ”

Xiong San smiled cheaply and kept touching Lin Feng with his elbow.

I didn't expect that Miss Tang, who is so arrogant on weekdays, would show such a expression, it's a world anecdote!

Lin Feng didn't respond, just waited quietly for the second exam question.

"The list of those who entered the second round of the competition has come out, but the old man will not announce it in order to retain some mystery. ”

"Next, let's compare archery, and we can read the number on the stage. ”

As soon as Tang Taiyong finished speaking, he clapped his hands gently, and more than a dozen staff members carried out a large cage from the backstage, in which dozens of old and weak women and children were kept.

The men were covered in scars and had chains on their hands and feet.

When they saw so many people in the audience, they were so frightened that they shrank into a ball, trembling all over, and their eyes were dim.

"Xiong San, who are they?"

"These were bought by the Western Dragon King from black kilns all over the world..."

Xiong San wanted to speak and stopped, which also confirmed Lin Feng's conjecture, they were all slaves!

"Come out!"

Several brawny men with leather whips in their hands beat the floor and ordered the slaves in the cages to come out.

The slaves trembled and did not dare to move at all...

Bang!

"The slowest end is just like him!"

The strong man roared angrily and killed one of the prisoners, and the other slaves were terrified when they saw this, and they rushed out of the iron cage.

At the signal of the Western Dragon King, the strong man asked these slaves to stand in a row on the stage, waiting for them to fall.

Then the host announced the rules of the competition, which sounded simple and rude, but in fact it was extremely scary!

Contestants will choose from watermelons, grapefruits, apples, plums, grapes... Shoot in order of fruit size.

There are more than a dozen types of shooting equipment on the table, pistols, darts, bows, crossbows, daggers, silver needles... There is everything you need, and you can choose from any contestant.

Held by a slave and placed in the heart of the fruit as a live target!

If a contestant fails to shoot even a single fruit, it will be counted as zero points and the competition will end.

If the fruit is shot, but the slave with the fruit is shot through together, the contest ends, but the contestant still has one point.

Only if the fruit is shot and the slave who took the fruit does not die, can the next fruit be counted as two points.

With this extra point, and so on.

Shooting the fruit and shooting the slave is a failure, and the game is over, and the fruit is shot and the slave is unscathed.

The top 10 in the final score will enter the third question competition.

In order to test the accuracy and strength of the participants' shooting, it is not easy to shoot the fruit without shooting through and injuring the innocent.

So, there must have been countless slaves killed and injured in this boring game.

Lin Feng frowned when he heard this rule, such a thing that annihilated human nature could only be done by a person in the gang!

When the people present heard this rule, some were eager to try, while others shook their heads helplessly, saying that this practice was too cruel.

Lin Feng could also see from their reactions that Kowloon City was not full of cold-blooded people!

…

The first to take the field was a slender man, who chose a dagger among the many equipment, alternating left and right, and looked very skillful.

The man's eyes were certain, his wrist was charged, and the dagger was shot out of his hand, and suddenly, everyone held their breath!

Bang!

The watermelon in the slave's hand split in two in an instant, and the dagger bounced off the ground.

This teenage male slave was lucky enough to pick up his life from under the sickle of death, but he was also so frightened that he burst into tears!

However, this is just the beginning!

Immediately afterwards, the strong man gave the slave a smaller grapefruit, and he could only grit his teeth and take over.

Because he knew that if he dared to resist half a point, the gun in the strong man's hand would directly cut off his life!

The little slave was now full of fear, and the first shot he was unharmed, but the second shot he was not so lucky.

The man regained his strength, his eyes narrowing slightly, staring at his target, and the dagger was shot at a few angles.

The little slave was so frightened that he dodged slightly, and the index finger of his left hand was directly bitten off by the blade!

Immediately, the blood surged, but the slave didn't dare to say a word...

"Five, two points in total. ”

Seeing this, the host calmly reported the number, and had no mercy for this poor slave.

"Damn, you dog, I'll let you hide!"

The man blamed the failure on the slave's failure to get the fruit properly, and he punched and kicked the slave.

Lin Feng saw it carefully, he knew that if this little slave hadn't hid at that time, he would have broken not just a finger, but half of his arm!

And the man still couldn't shoot the fruit in his hand.

The Western Dragon King waved his hand lightly and motioned for the strong man to drag the slave down.

The staff came up to the stage to clean up the bloodstains, and there was no wave in their eyes, as if they were used to this kind of thing.

The competition continued, with some contestants shooting slaves to death as soon as they came on the field, some shooting straight away, and only a few contestants were able to exchange for a second fruit.

At this time, there was a contestant who stood out.

This man is the champion of Xiong Sankou, but I have to say that he does have some ability.

At this time, the man's target was a fist-sized plum, and the slave with the fruit was already hovering on the verge of collapse, his face pale, and his whole body trembled.

The slave trembled very badly, which made the difficulty of shooting even more difficult, and also made everyone tremble!

I saw the man holding a bow and crossbow, his breath flowing, and the temperature around him gradually rose.

At this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

Sou!

The silver arrows shot through the plums in the slave's hands like lightning in the blink of an eye, but the slaves with the fruit were also shot!

The bow and crossbow were so powerful that the slave was shot and flew several meters away, and then was nailed to the wall.

The man put his bow and bowed to the audience, as if he had expected the result.

"Fifty-eight, seven. ”

The host came to his senses and immediately reported the number.

Suddenly, there was a round of applause from the audience, and the King of the West Dragon applauded with a look of appreciation.

At this time, everyone in the audience was amazed at how skilled the man was in shooting, but no one was saddened by the death of the slave.

Lin Feng sighed deeply when he saw this scene, he would remember today's events in his heart!

"One hundred and thirty-two, please come to the stage. ”

At this time, the host read the number again, and Lin Feng looked at the number plate in his hand, feeling extremely heavy.

He swore that one day, he would make sure that there would be no such thing as slaves in this world!