Qiu Zheng stayed in Zhou Wen's office for about fifteen minutes, and the bodyguards who were guarding outside strangely found that the thunderous roar of this hot-tempered boss gradually subsided, until when he came out later, Qiu Zheng's expression was extremely complicated, but he didn't say a word, and he was like two people.

Subsequently, Qiu Zheng stood in front of the screen through his electronic eyes and stared closely at the 'melee' battle in the central square, and the cold bodyguard found that Qiu Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up with the passing of a life, and strangely dimmed.

In fact, the 'yin' conspiracy is intensifying. At the beginning, the 'melee' battle was full of 200 people, and after that, the leaders of the prisons on all sides began to provoke the prisoners who were waiting, and the so-called provocation was naturally not verbal, and all sides of the 'melee' war consciously infiltrated the sphere of influence of the prisoners, and when the distance was really negligible, there was almost no warning, and the prisoners covered in blood launched a frenzied attack.

There is no warning, no control, no distinction between friend and foe, and the 'melee' war is developing in an uncontrollable direction with its own peculiar 'nature', and these 'energetic' prisoners, full or tired, are dancing alone in their own way on the edge of the precipice of death. The scene of the 500 prisoners' killing 'melee' is no longer shocking and can be described, in fact, everyone has no time to pay attention to the battlefield, because the word 'chaos' has just begun.

The number of deaths is increasing, and most of the prisoners with relatively average abilities are fatal, and there are few empty "holes" to vent their last life. To be able to break out to the last trace of resistance, to pay the price and learn a lesson, perhaps this is also the destination they are looking forward to, without freedom, there is no difference between life in the 'spirit' and the prison of captivity.

However, the middle-level prisoners are not always so lucky, they are bitten by many desperate prisoners, once they do not have the ability to make drastic changes instantly, they are injured, and the army is defeated, these unlucky middle-level prisoners will not have the ability to return to the sky, and they will fall to the ground one by one.

Qin Long was involved without any suspense, in fact, he had already been targeted since he tortured and killed three people in three seconds on the eve of the 'chaos' battle. And unfortunately, it's still high-level abilities that are eyeing him. Qin Long could feel the murderous aura projected on his skin, faint, but it could never dissipate, like being targeted by a snake and scorpion. Of course, he knew very well that those with high-level abilities must have pride and dignity, and they would inevitably wait until the end to fight alone.

At this stage, many prisoners seem to have sought a fulcrum to prolong their lives, and that is to combine against high-level abilities. Therefore, when they saw Qin Long, who was clean and thin without any scars, such a person was either extremely strong or had good luck and had hidden so far, Qin Long unfortunately became the target of public criticism.

However, even more unfortunately, they regarded Qin Long as the latter.

"Ha, there's a lonely guy here!"

"Kill him!"

Few people recognized Qin Long, and of course no one could know what dangerous and terrifying elements would be hidden in his desolate and desolate body. Therefore, when the few people who were close to them were not aware of the danger, they were already facing danger.

"Poof!" Almost instantly, a dull sound came.

It was the throat that was cut and blood was splashed, and the three-edged file, which had been ignored before, was valued in the eyes of everyone, and the strangeness of Qin Long's speed suddenly became a killing weapon in their eyes.

"Damn! Ah Jian is dead!"

"How is this possible! He was all there for me just now!"

Just as these people were still hesitating, there was another pop, and as before, another guy who was relatively close to the front had his throat slit, and his expression still maintained his previous vigilant appearance, and he had already fallen to the ground screaming. Qin Long seemed to like this method, quickly bringing down his opponent without any sharp weapons, and before advancing to the third level of ability evolution, the restraint of his body strength made it difficult for him to choose a tyrannical strong attack method. Such as breaking the opponent's neck, punching the opponent's 'chest' and collapsing a few inches, etc.

In fact, relatively speaking, Qin Long preferred the former, which made him feel inexplicable joy, although it was very light, although Qin Long didn't know that he who had never been exposed to the cruel aura would be so murderous, he still insisted on choosing the kind of sound that could hear the gurgling of blood with just a light stroke.

"Damn! Ah Hua is dead, too!"

There was finally a dangerous aura among the dozen or so people around, they were only a little more fierce and cruel than ordinary people, of course, they couldn't see how the other party was dancing lightly and scurrying through that string of life, let alone the hint of playfulness at the corner of Qin Long's mouth the moment he got his hands on it. The fear of the unknown is always more fearful than it already is, so Qin Long brings them significantly more fear than others.

"Damn!" a thin man with a murderous eye in the corner of his eye scolded, "We have already killed a high-level ability person before, how strong that person is, it is not that we have cut it into a few pieces of 'meat'!"

"yes, fuck, a dozen people were frightened by a half-sized boy, afraid of a bird!"

In fact, the thin man was still muttering in his heart, what kind of high-level ability they besieged before, at best, an intermediate ability, and he was not lightly injured, and these dozen or so people shamelessly chose to sneak attack to succeed. He did this not so much to cheer up the crowd as to seek some comfort for himself.

Seeing this stalemate situation, Qin Long knew that it was time to push the 'waves' to add fuel to the fire, might, only a strong power could be based on the fundamentals, otherwise, with these prisoners in front of him, even if he showed any lack of support, they would flock to it, and they would definitely have to pay some more price when the time came.

So, after 0.5 seconds, Qin Long's triangular file added an extra layer of fresh scarlet, and the opposite side roared and fell an unlucky guy, trying in vain to cover the blood that burst with his fingers.

"Who else wants to try?"

Qin Long wiped the blood stains on the blade casually, the tall and thin and some fair skin left an indelible impression on the few people in front of him, in their opinion, this strange youth, this strange scene, they would rather be able to completely erase it in their memory. Almost at the same time, the remaining dozen or so people dispersed in a hurry.

And then, Qin Long's heart sank.

He felt another killing machine attached to his skin, but this killing machine was stronger than before, almost like a real burning skin, making him almost shiver.

"I was targeted by another high-level ability. Qin Long smiled bitterly.

This is already the tenth, if nothing else, when the decisive moment comes, these ten people will be their biggest enemies and threats, for now, everyone is cleaning up the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in his eyes, preparing for the decisive battle.

One-sided slaughter, mass sieges, evenly matched battles, and 'melee' warfare continued.

It's just that the situation is gradually becoming clearer, and dozens of battle circles can be faintly seen in the central square, and there is no overlap between the ranges, and there is even a vacuum zone in the middle, and the center of each battle circle without exception adheres to a high-level ability. Sometimes ten mid-level abilities besiege a high-level ability, and sometimes dozens of low-level abilities besiege a high-level ability, the battle situation of each side is different, but most of them have the advantage of high-level abilities.

And Qin Long could clearly feel that no one in the circle where QUEEN was located could be provoked, and no one could even get close to him. That short-haired 'girl' didn't know how much violent power and amazing speed it contained in her limbs, but in fact, Qin Long understood very well that the QUEEN had a third-order peak ability, a hundred times the speed, strength, and reflexes of ordinary people. This is already the pinnacle of the current 'melee' crowd.

From the beginning of the 'melee' battle to two o'clock in the afternoon, five hours of non-stop fighting, in the tired attack and defense, and in the tense nerves, the 'melee' battle finally came to an end.

This time, it was Sun Kun who stepped forward to maintain order, and in the face of dozens of 'strong' high-'shooting' machine guns, few people had the courage to challenge his authority, and after several unknown guys were 'shot' and killed, including the black and thin guy with a dagger and the handsome and bewildering, all the high-level abilities stopped attacking.

Only then did everyone have time to settle down, but they were all shocked.

The central square was already a hell on earth, a large number of prisoners were killed, rivers of blood flowed, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air, although most of the dead prisoners had to be locked in cells for the rest of their lives, and although it was a battle that was 99% doomed to death, everyone was still shocked by the tragic scene.

And the final statistics made people speechless, a full 500 people lasted for five hours of 'melee', the death toll reached 347, and there were 54 seriously injured people who groaned in pain even when they moved, and the seriously injured were finally brutally 'shot' by Sun Kun's order.

In other words, after this round of big 'yin' scheme, the number of people who can stick to the next one-on-one competition is only ninety-nine, and in Sun Kun's words, there are still ninety-nine lucky guys left.

When everything was quiet, Qin Long knew how sore his muscles and flesh were, how tired his spirit was, and he had been killing for five hours in a row, bearing a faint but sharp killing force, and even Qin Long, who had reached the first order through his ability, was on the verge of collapse.