And in this period of time, the figure of the shadow has disappeared for a long time, and in order to complete the task assigned by the shadow, she went to various areas and planted bombs.

She will be responsible for detonating the bomb and flooding all the islands with a tsunami.

The time is slowly approaching, the audience is already full of people, different from before, the people here are all dignitaries, what famous watches and decorations are everything, and even many people are wearing several chains, for fear that others will not know that he is a local tyrant.

This time, the tournament will be broadcast live, leading to certain clubs and casinos, and even the organizers of this tournament are using it exclusively as a place for their entertainment. There are already two people standing on the stage, one is Ei, and the other is the world's third-ranked killer, Wang.

Like Shadow, he has jet-black hair, an oriental face, and is quite handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, very heroic, but his pupils are not gray-black, but pale blue, and he is a highly recognizable mixed-race.

The king and the shadow had never fought against him, but they had heard many legends about him, and it was rumored that he was a ruthless man, who killed people in a heinous way, and liked to take the hearts of the living.

At the moment, the two stood together, Wang's gaze looked aggressive, and there seemed to be a murderous aura on his body, which instantly enveloped the entire stage. On the contrary, Shadow's eyes seemed plain, like a river, as if anything could be contained in it.

When the host in the audience had just finished the introduction, Wang Dang rushed towards Ying first.

His fingers are long, each section is half a centimeter longer than an ordinary person, and his nails are very sharp, exposed to the sun, and they emit a dazzling light.

On the contrary, the shadow looks very ordinary, and has lost to the king in terms of momentum.

But he was very calm, the audience was calm, even if the king attacked him, he still dodged without hurry.

Wang's moves are basically vicious and vicious, and every move seems to go straight to the point.

Shadow was almost caught by him several times. But it's not under the full power of the shadow.

The two fought inextricably from the beginning, but looking at the situation, they still showed a slight inferiority.

But every time he was able to dodge the key point, he flashed to the side, making his opponent Wang a little crazy.

"Although your strength is very strong, it is still in vain to hurt me." The shadow said lightly, his body was like a loach, drilling back and forth, not giving the king a chance to start.

"I don't believe you can hide until dark." Wang coldly glanced at the corners of his mouth, and his hands were grabbing in a shape, grabbing directly at Ying's throat.

"You'll believe it," Shadow smiled mysteriously, his body like a light wind, and instantly flashed the king's attack.

Instead of fighting back, he flashed to the side.

Suddenly, the two looked at each other, their breath was domineering, and they didn't give in to each other.

The audience on the stage was watching with relish, but they never thought that the two of them would suddenly stop, which disappointed everyone and couldn't help but scold.

"Bastard, you two fools hurry up and don't waste Lao Tzu's time." A high-pitched English sentence sounded, and countless people immediately followed suit.

Suddenly, the audience was boiling, and many gamblers stood up and pointed at the two of them and scolded.

The two people on the stage were indifferent, and stood quietly for a while, when suddenly Wang Leng pouted the corners of his mouth, his figure flashed, jumped off the stage, and grabbed a man in the audience.

No one reacted for a while, and it wasn't until the man was crushed by the king that he realized the seriousness of this.

Wang only participated in the competition in his own name, without any contract or any constraints, his every move was his own decision, and others could not control his behavior at all.

"Dare to disturb our duel, believe it or not, I'll kill you all." Wang snorted coldly, swept everyone in the audience, suddenly showed a sneer, and walked onto the stage by himself.

The audience was suddenly much quieter, and at this moment they realized that the true identity of the king was not a tool they used to gamble, but a weapon to kill.

Wang walked onto the stage with a blank face, standing on the opposite side of the shadow, exuding a breathing atmosphere.

"Sorry for the delay, can we continue?" Wang clasped his hands on his chest and looked at Ying Dao coldly.

"That's how you want to get this false name." Shadow asked if he was okay.

"It's not important to be famous, what I care about is which of the two of us will be stronger." Wang looked at Ying with a cold face: "It's almost time, I should send you on your way." ”

Wang dodged and pounced, this time, instead of a simple attack, he used both hands and feet, and as soon as he came up, he used a whirlwind leg in the air to kick Shadow's chest.

But Shadow, such a master on the other side, naturally did not dare to be careless, his body took a few steps back, and he bent down to dodge.

However, the king's offensive did not stop, and when he saw Shadow dodging in this way, he immediately showed a sinister smile, and his body twisted in the air, and pressed down against his knees against Shadow's body.

Everyone in the audience was shocked, thinking that Ying was crushed by King Hui's waist, but unexpectedly, he rolled over on his side and could dodge.

"It's amazing, it's really a sword that is not old." Some of the local tyrants who bet on the shadow were shocked, and then showed a hint of surprise.

"What do you think?" In the castle, in a luxurious room, an old man with gray hair said to the young man beside him.

In front of them was a television, which displayed the same picture of the king and the shadow on the stage.

"They're all amazing." The young man stared coldly at the two on the TV.

"If it were you, you would have a better chance of winning that one. The old man asked the young man again.

"Five-five, the odds are only half."

"Oh, you think so highly of them." The old man suddenly glanced sideways at the young man. "I didn't expect him to be alive, it's really a bit of a surprise."

"No matter how beautiful a flower is, it will wither one day, even if it is ranked first in the world." The young man suddenly let out a sneer.

"yes, what are you going to do next?" The old man raised the teacup on the table and took a sip, and then kept his eyes on the two people on the TV.

"I'm not going to let him get out of here alive." Suddenly, there seemed to be a fierce glint in the young man's eyes, staring directly at one of the people in the television.

In the audience, with a cheer, the two people on the stage quickly separated.

Shadow was slashed in the chest by the Emperor, and blood quickly seeped out, and the King was punched hard by Shadow, spitting out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

The two were only five meters away from each other, but the aura on their bodies crushed each other like a sea of mountains.

The audience in the audience shouted loudly, and the audience burned to the top.

At this moment, the wounds on Shadow's body slowly healed, and he quickly returned to his previous appearance.

And the king's muscles seemed to skyrocket a few centimeters at this moment, and the whole person looked even taller and more powerful.

Both of them had lived in such a place before, and both knew that there was an artificial cell here.

One is a healing cell that has a survival rate of 1 in 1 million and can successfully complete fusion, and the other is muscle strengthener.

Of the two, Ying is injected with healing cells, while Wang is a muscle strengthener. Compared to the two, Ying is more advantageous, because he can be regarded as having half an immortal body.

Besides, although his power is domineering, he is far from being able to recover this aspect. If you continue to fight for a long time, you still have an advantage.

The crowd in the audience quickly fell silent again.

On the field, the two began to fight again, and after a short rest, both of them recovered a lot of physical strength, but the most obvious was on Ei's body.

At this moment, his heartbeat is steady, his breathing is even, and every movement he makes seems to be chaotic, but after careful consideration, it seems to be logical, which makes people can't help but be amazed.

Looking at Wang's body again, although it is as swift and swift, a lot of sweat has oozed from his face, and it looks like he has spent a lot of physical strength.

"Looks like the king is going to lose." Inside the ancient castle, the young man looked at the screen in front of him and said with a flat face.

"Win or lose, these two are going to die here." The old man said lightly, and suddenly showed a sneer.

"You're really ruthless." The young man glanced meaningfully at the old man.

"No poison, no husband, not to mention that we are not good people."

"That's right, I'm looking forward to this perfect show."

"Haha!" The two of them laughed thoughtfully.

The setting sun is suspended in the air, like a basin, shining on people's faces as if gilded with a thick layer of gold.

Under the sunlight, the two figures kept moving, their fists and feet combined, making a silent sound.

Suddenly, as soon as the two touched the score, they each took a trick.

A stream of blood spilled from the corner of the king's mouth, and a shadow struck him in the chest. Shadow, on the other hand, was hit in the shoulder by the king's fist, and his entire arm drooped.

However, the shadow was very flat, and there was no abnormality in his face, as if the arm was not his own, and there was no expression of pain in sight.

Suddenly, he grabbed the broken arm directly with his other hand, pulled it violently, and then sent it hard, and forcibly took the dislocated broken arm back.

"Your strength really surprised me, but that's the end of your life." Wang suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, and immediately rushed up again, and the big fist struck out directly, directly towards Shadow's head.

With this blow, he exerted all his strength, and the strong wind of his fist seemed to contain the power of a thousand catties, fast and ruthless, hitting the air with a snapping sound, and after a while, he came to the shadow's body.

But Shadow closed his eyes, as if he had given up on the game, but his hand moved.

At the moment, there seems to be yin and yang in his hands, one is white, the other is black, the right hand presses the emperor's fist, and the left hand pushes with force, but it is a move in Taiji.

"You're going to do that?" Wang stared at the shadow in disbelief, and was pushed more than a meter away by the force of the shadow at the moment, and then stood still.

"There is more than one kind of martial arts in the world, let alone this kind of assassination technique." The shadow does not change color and said coldly.

"In this world, there is only life or death, and no matter how powerful the martial arts are, they can't resist the blow of destruction." Wang rushed up again, punching out, fierce and domineering, and had changed the direction of his original attack.

This time, his moves are hidden mysteries, which seem to be real punches, but in fact, many of them are false moves.

"As long as you get punched by me, just one punch, and you're finished." The king punches quite fast, but someone is even faster than his punches.

That's Shadow, every time his fist is about to hit Shadow, Shadow will dodge it, and the way Shadow looks like it's very easy.

This time, Wang was completely angry, and the muscles on his body seemed to be surging again, with protruding roots, and the muscles were shiny, faintly with a metallic luster.

His muscles seem to have evolved, and his whole person has become extremely fierce, and even his handsome face has become muscular, and at first glance it looks a bit like a tree man.

Wow!

There was an uproar in the audience, and many people who bet on the king cheered in unison, as if the king would win the next moment.