After a short silence in the Black Fist Hall, there was a more violent cheer, they didn't care who was on both sides, these were celebrities in Shanghai, they had money, power, status, connections, maybe they would scruple about whom, but they would definitely not be completely afraid of anything, if they were suppressed by Yan Guotao just because of a cheer, it could only make them completely stand on the boat of the Chu family while feeling this godfather of Huating.

People are born with a talent for adventure, strong curiosity, pursuit of excitement, and longing for scenes that can challenge their eyeballs, these people may not dare to take risks or kill people, but so many people gather together to watch a life and death duel that stimulates people's hearts but has nothing to do with themselves, it is still enough to stimulate their excitement.

This world, in everything you do, applause and cheers belong only to the winners.

Chu Qianyuan sat next to Liu Menghan, his face was as pale as paper, and he grabbed Liu Menghan's hands painfully, this was the second time she saw killing, the first time she saw her beloved man kill people by himself, simply neat, domineering, and exuding a hearty feeling that made outsiders thrilling.

Blood, brains, life, these seem to have become the cheapest things, so cheap that they can only win the cheers of onlookers and then quickly be forgotten. Chu Qianyuan is not excited, but she feels a little sad, a little afraid, and more worried, she has always been a very kind girl, she will be coquettish and play a little temper next to her boyfriend, she will be stunned by the flowers and plants, she will watch animations such as "Cat and Mouse" and "Happy Big Big Wolf" and laugh very happily, her life has always been sunny, simple, and carefree, if it wasn't his man standing on the stage, how could she sit here, how could she sit here?

Chu Qianyuan's thoughts were confused, he sat in his seat, grabbed Liu Menghan's hand, and was a little sluggish.

"Are you scared?"

Liu Menghan said softly, looking at Chu Qianyuan's pale little face, a little distressed and pityful, this is indeed a simple child who even a woman can't bear to be jealous and difficult, even though her hand hurts when she grabs it, Liu Menghan doesn't want to struggle.

Chu Qianyuan shook his head blankly, nodded blankly, and said, "Will he be in danger?" ”

"No, it won't."

Liu Menghan laughed softly, and looked at the proud and upright figure in the stands with complicated eyes: "He is very powerful, we should believe him, right?" ”

Chu Qianyuan nodded subconsciously.

"Do you know what society is?" Chu Chengwu, who was sitting on the other side of Chu's front edge, looked at his niece, then patted her little head, and said in a gentle voice: "What you are in contact with at school is children, they have a childlike heart, here, there are adults sitting around you, and when you get along with them, you have to face people's surnames." The so-called society is just a group of adults and children. Girl, you can't blame him for being ruthless, in this case, he doesn't kill people, it's himself who dies, as long as he stands here, he has to continue to kill, until no one can stop him, it's the same on the high platform, and it's the same when he jumps off the high platform. ”

Chu Qianyuan shook his head, staring at the white figure on the stage with a stupid look in his eyes, that was the suit he bought for him, now that it is dirty, I'm afraid this guy is going to feel distressed again, right? She whispered, "I don't blame him. As if to make himself believe what he said, the corners of Chu Qianyuan's mouth raised slightly, his pale face and stiff smile were like a small white flower that had just been transferred from a greenhouse to a harsh environment but still grew tenaciously.

Chu Chengwu smiled and nodded, put his eyes back on the high platform, and stopped talking.

The girl of the Chu family can be weak and kind, but she refuses to be vulnerable.

The club side acted quickly, and in less than three minutes, two staff members walked out of the stage, and when they saw the beast on the stage, even the two staff members who were used to dead people felt nausea in their stomachs, nauseous and uncomfortable, and looked at Wang Fuxing's eyes as if they had seen a ghost.

The beast's huge body fell sideways in front of Wang Fuxing, and the whole person's head had become a lump of broken flesh, I had never seen such a murderous person, and one of the staff members stepped forward, and said in a trembling tone: "Sir, do you need to recover your strength?" Or just move on to the next one? ”

"Next."

Wang Fuxing's tone was also trembling, and even his whole body was difficult to keep calm, he stood on the stage, and he could still maintain his arrogance and elegance in the eyes of the people in the audience, but the staff was too close to him, so he could naturally see his abnormality.

This madman, he's excited, he's excited.

The staff didn't dare to say much, with this seemingly calm pervert, he was afraid of being scared out of the problem, and beckoned his companions to carry down the carcass of the beast and directly announced the next one.

Blood boil!

After Wang Fuxing kicked and exploded the beast's body, the blood in his body seemed to start burning like crazy, and the fighting spirit was surging, and the feeling of controlling the life and death of his opponent almost made him have the urge to look up to the sky and roar. This is the gladiatorial arena, he can kill, he wants to kill!

Kill, kill, kill!

Wang Fuxing turned his head suddenly, his suppressed murderous aura could no longer be controlled, and all of them poured out, overwhelming, and rushed in the direction of Yan Guotao.

He raised his arm, looked at Yan Guotao, and gently hooked his fingers.

The scene was silent, but everyone's heart was beating violently, and the uncle of the Chu family provoked Yan Guotao one after another, that old fox, I'm afraid I'm going crazy, right?

A thin man walked up to the stage with a solemn face, got into the cage, and as soon as he entered, he felt a tightness in his chest, and the opponent's almost manic murderous aura was surging towards him, and the strong pressure almost overwhelmed him.

The momentum is not groundless.

Being in a high position, holding great power, and killing people like hemp will have a unique temperament, and once this kind of person is serious, it is easy to cause pressure to people.

But how could this opponent in front of him, who was the same age or even younger than him, have such a strong murderous aura and fighting intent, and as soon as he entered the scene, he felt powerless to resist?

His throat moved, he forced himself to calm down, looking at Wang Fuxing, he couldn't bear it anymore, his right hand stretched forward, and a short knife with cold light flickered directly in his hand.

Holding the handle of the knife, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, he was a first-class graduate who was about to graduate from the school, he had practiced knives since he was a child, as long as he held the knife in his hand, he could give him an unusually strong self-confidence.

"I'm a quick knife. From the school. You can use weapons. ”

He spoke in a deep voice, his eyes gradually calming and cold.

"Can we start?"

Wang Fuxing turned his head a little stiffly, looking at the dignified man in front of him, his tone was very different from the calm at the beginning, and the speed of his speech was extremely slow, but this time there was a hint of femininity and gloom.

Kuaidao's heart was awe-inspiring, and most of the confidence that he had finally mentioned faded again, he took a deep breath, pointed at Wang Fuxing with the blade, and said calmly: "Please." ”

Wang Fuxing moved.

As soon as the words fell, Kuaidao found that the white figure in front of him had disappeared, and his eyes flickered, and his great enemy had already appeared in front of him.

Take the initiative!

Straight punches, the same simple moves, a combination of power and speed, simple and powerful!

He almost suffered a loss in the last game when he didn't adapt to the beast's near-life style of play, and now he naturally won't make a second mistake.

A look of horror flashed in the eyes of the fast knife whose face changed miserably, but he did not retreat, ignoring Wang Fuxing's fist, raised the blade of his right hand and stabbed straight at Wang Fuxing.

The reason why the fast knife is called a fast knife must be because he is very fast.

"Click!"

Wang Fuxing slammed his fist into the left shoulder of the fast knife, and the sound of bones breaking sounded without accident.

Kuaidao's face turned pale in an instant, but the blade in his right hand was not messy at all, and he stabbed directly at Wang Fuxing's heart.

He is fast, and Wang is reviving faster.

The other left hand, which had never moved, was raised, and the five fingers were slightly retracted, like a claw but not a claw, like a fist but not a fist, suddenly raised, and at the moment when the blade of the fast knife stabbed over, it suddenly buckled the handle of the fast knife!

The five fingers are combined, like an iron tong, and the cold light of the blade can no longer move forward a single bit, no matter how the fast knife is used.

Wang Fuxing grabbed the blade of the knife with one hand, did not give the fast knife any time to react, and said lightly: "Goodbye." ”

The left hand suddenly exerts force.

Grab the knife!

Kuaidao only felt that the hand holding the knife suddenly came with a burst of force, and the handle of the knife, which had always been held very tightly, was directly taken off, and he was just about to withdraw in shock, but there was a sudden sharp pain in his neck.

Wang Fuxing's expression was still unwavering, but the murderous aura in his eyes became more and more arrogant, and a knife directly pierced the neck of the fast knife!

The blade enters from one side and comes out from the other, heartily.

At the tip of the knife, drops of blood dripped rapidly.

The quick knife, whose face was as ashen as death, whimpered a few times in his throat, and died directly under his own knife.

From the fight to the end, just two moves!

In less than ten seconds, the quick knife was killed.

Wang Fuxing stands tall and proud, I am invincible!

Even Yan Guotao, who was sitting in the corner with a gloomy face, was throbbing in his heart and looked shocked.

This uncle of the Chu family, a young man who has repeatedly provoked himself, his method of killing people is too brutal.

Is it really so unscrupulous?

Lan Tianyu sighed softly, looked at Yan Guotao, and said to himself: "We have completely angered him, or rather, we have woken him up, which is not a good thing." ”

Yan Guotao looked solemn and nodded slightly.

If he doesn't die tonight, he will be famous in Dahua Pavilion!