Because of a distance, Xiao Jiu couldn't really see that the mysterious man had a mysterious and special place, just looking at his figure seemed to be a practitioner, but next to him was Feng Qingyu, so he wouldn't worry at all, but despite being so far away, he still felt an uncomfortable feeling in this man with a somewhat ugly face, and he felt that it was more likely to be an illusion.

Feng Qingyu's expression was a little dignified compared to Xiao Jiu with a relaxed face, maybe it was because he had never been smiling, he didn't know the identity of this young man, but he knew very well that since Liu Aoyang asked him to make a move, it must have meaning, so he never took it lightly.

On the other side, the atmosphere was extremely tense for the two of them.

"It seems that in the past two years, you have made a lot of preparations, but as far as you are concerned, you can't win against me, there is no chance, so your pain should also end, you should thank me, it is I who ended all your pain. The wolf-faced man said, the black hand was already slowly grasping, although the murderous aura on Abin's body in front of him was amazing, but his expression was so natural.

Maybe it's because, in this life, this man named Zhou Darkhua has never lost, not once.

This may sound like a strange thing for a martial artist, but obviously, this man is not a martial artist, because for him, once he misses, he dies, so as long as he lives, he has never lost.

It sounds terrifying, but it's happening.

"I will pay you back the pain as it is. ”

Perhaps, when a person is torn apart, he is the sharpest, and it just so happens that Abin is like this, although he doesn't want to be pulled forward by hatred, and he becomes stronger, but in the face of this man who has taken away all his beauty, he is once again swallowed by hatred and turned into a beast that even he feels fearful.

Perhaps his only reason at the moment is to regret that the wine bottle on his waist is empty, but this does not stop him from wanting to fight for his life with the man in front of him, although he does not know what level of strength this man has reached, but when this man appears in front of him again, it is already a matter of death and death.

The man looked very calm, or very natural, maybe because he had experienced too many such occasions, he looked at his black palm, and said with a sigh on his face: "Pain, for me, is the most relieving thing, because only when the heart is grasped by something, and then I can't breathe, I will have the feeling of being alive, don't tell me you don't have this feeling." ”

"It's all thanks to you. Abin said, unwilling to admit that he had any sympathy for the demon in front of him.

The man smiled a little proudly, his heart had already become deformed, and then said, "I said that you would thank me, but at least not now." ”

Abin gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Never." ”

"I want to try whether your fists are hard or your mouth is hard. The man watched his palms slowly clench into fists, and then looked at Abin who was already on the verge of going berserk in front of him and said.

Abin looked around, there was a small garden on the side of the square, a quiet path, and the green plants were almost a man's height, just enough to cover everything. It seemed to be a very hot gladiatorial arena, and of course what would happen in such a secluded place at night, it was self-evident that he pointed in that direction.

The man looked at the path, nodded slightly, and the two walked silently towards the small garden, but they kept a distance between them, maybe a buffer distance, but in the future, this buffer distance may become a distance for a death match.

The two entered this gladiatorial arena before and after, not only to win or lose, but also to decide life and death.

Walking through this path, there is a man-made rockery in the middle of the small garden, and in front of it is a small open space, next to a stone platform, but it is already full of dust, and several huge maple trees around it have fallen maple leaves all over the ground.

Ibin walked past the creaking leaves, stopped, put down the snakeskin bag he was carrying, untied the empty flask around his waist, and then took off his hat, revealing the four horrible scars on his face without concealment.

The man who looked like a wolf on the other side was indifferent, and he didn't continue to make any preparations, but he caught a glimpse of the three extra scars on Abin's face, and there was a little playfulness on his face.

It's not over, Abin took off his sweatshirt again, inside was a white half-sleeved, and the two arms that were exposed, were connected with scars, which was given to him by the mountain, and this was perhaps the best tattoo for a man.

Hatred, like a flame, ignited the blood, Abin could feel the pumping sensation of each of his muscles, and the latent war intent in his body was waiting to be vented, he slowly raised his head, and his eyes were full of madness looking at the man in front of him.

What kind of eyes is that? Zhou Yanhua felt that maybe there would never be such a person in the world who was eager to kill him, which made him have a delusion for a while, maybe it was not bad for him to die in the hands of such a guy, but this was just an illusion.

The reality is that no matter how much Abin has grown in front of him in the past two years, he can't overcome such a high mountain, and that mountain is not a grudge, not hatred, not him, but years.

"You will know that it was a mistake to survive that catastrophe. Zhou Yanhua slowly wrapped the gray strap on his hand, then took off his black coat and threw it aside very casually, wearing two black tendons, his whole body was so strong that it made people feel uncoordinated, and the two trapezius muscles on his shoulders looked particularly prominent, like two pads protecting his neck.

The calluses on the hands of this man who has fought Muay Thai all his life are terrifyingly thick, like bear paws, his two arms are extremely slender, and some weird symbols are tattooed on them, and the muscles are not congested, giving people a feeling of drawing, and his body fat is terrifyingly low.

Perhaps only in this state will the physical strength break through that bottleneck and reach the so-called human limit, and when all the killing skills are gathered behind this flawless body, such a war machine will be created without a trace of defeat in its life.

Compared with Zhou Darkhua, Abin's body is still a little thin, at least two levels behind the weight, but there is no fear in his eyes, because in the fight of life and death, every slightest slack is fatal, just like the beasts facing the mountains, what they can do can make themselves become like them.