Isabel didn't regret it for a long time, the attack speed of the scimitar was very fast, and it had already come to Wang Hao in a flash of light. Instinctively, Isabel closed her eyes in the face of the blade that broke through the air, and waited for a long time without feeling the slightest impact.

When she opened her eyes, Isabel happened to meet the eyes of the scimitar, and the eyes of the scimitar were full of surprise, and even hidden

There is no fear.

Wang Hao held the ground-level blade of the scimitar with his empty hand, but did not shed a drop of blood. The metal-like color flowed on the surface of Wang Hao's palm, reflecting his palm like steel, which was the Chengtian Sword that had turned into a fluid state. The Chengtian Sword has been in a fluid state since it was absorbed by Wang Hao, and following Wang Hao's will, it can instantly evolve into any form. Wang Hao turned the Chengtian Sword into a film and covered it directly on his hands, so there was an amazing scene of empty-handed receiving the white blade in front of him.

This was just the beginning, a part of the Chengtian Sword turned into a subtle blade that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, and under the control of Wang Hao's powerful spiritual power, it frantically cut the ground-level blade like a torrential rain. The creaking sound like grinding teeth resounded through the arena, and I saw that Wang Hao's right hand was quickly tightened, and the ground-level blade that had already been cut by the Chengtian Sword was crushed by Wang Hao like rotten wood.

Everyone was stupid, in their opinion, Wang Hao crushed the earth-level treasure blade with his strength alone.

Is this TM still human? Is there such a monster in the world?

"You, you, you......" Scimitar trembled, so nervous that he couldn't even speak, "monster ......"

As soon as his legs were weak, the scimitar fell directly to the arena, and there was a smelly liquid flowing out of his crotch, and he was scared to pee, literally conscious.

Rumble! Wang Hao punched the left side of the scimitar's face, which was suddenly swollen like a pig's head, and at least ten teeth spun and flew out of the scimitar's mouth.

"This punch belongs to the dead little girl!" Wang Hao pointed to the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Rumble! Another punch slammed into the right side of the scimitar's face, which was also swollen high, and a few more teeth flew away like fancy dives.

"This punch belongs to my friend." Wang Hao glanced at Isabel.

Rumble! This time, a punch hit the scimitar face, directly smashing the bridge of his nose.

"This punch is my own." Wang Hao pointed to himself.

Hopeful anticipation suddenly appeared in the eyes of the scimitar.

Since one punch represents a person, then three punches are enough, is there any hope for him to live?

"Innocent!" Wang Hao seemed to see through the mind of the scimitar.

Boom Boom Boom! Successive heavy punches rained down and smashed mercilessly all over the scimitar's body, and the sound of bones shattering continued to sound. Soon the scimitar lay on the ground like mud, unable to move. He didn't faint, but the bones of his whole body were smashed by Wang Hao, and he didn't have any ability to move at all.

"There's no reason for these punches, it's just that you're not happy." The corners of Wang Hao's mouth were slightly upturned, but there was no trace of warmth in his smile.

"Huh...... Heh......" The scimitar seemed to want to make some noise, maybe to explain, maybe to beg for mercy, but Wang Hao didn't care about what he wanted to say, just as he never cared about the slaves he tortured and killed.

Rumble! With the final punch, the ground shook, and the arena centered on Wang Hao, forming a huge crater several meters deep, and countless cracks like spider webs spread from the center, like the surface of the ground smashed by a meteorite.

Wang Hao waved his arm, and a purple blade of light flashed in the air, and the metal strips that closed the arena suddenly broke like rotten wood.

"Have you seen enough? Let's go home. Wang Hao leaned down and whispered beside Isabel.

"Hmm." Isabel looked unusually well-behaved, and she pulled Wang Hao tightly, as if a drowning person had grasped the last straw.

The audience, who was still clamoring just now, consciously dodged to both sides at this moment, making way for Wang Hao to pass unimpeded, as if welcoming the arrival of a peerless king.

Wang Hao pulled Isabel with steady steps and walked unhurriedly towards the outside of the arena, and everyone watched them leave with awe-inspiring eyes on both sides of the road.

Wang Hao didn't know that for a long time after that, his actions were praised by the audience who saw him, and finally became the legend of the dark fighting arena, which has been passed down to the distant future.

……

"Am I doing something wrong?"

After the two had walked far away, Isabel suddenly asked softly.

"You didn't do anything wrong, you just didn't know enough about the world."

"But that girl is dead, if I don't intervene......"

"She's still going to die, it's just going to be worse." Wang Hao touched Isabel's head, as if comforting the frightened little sister, "I guess his family is controlled, and death is the only way to escape." ”

"What if we force the cutlass to free her family?"

"You're going to see the same ending as a little girl, a whole family is trafficked like this, and the tribe of those people must be controlled by the traffickers."

"What if ......"

"We are not gods, and we cannot save everyone."

"So only those who are important to you can be protected?"

"As you, the heir to the Medici family, make an excellent set of social rules; Protect the most important people around you; The rest ......," Wang Hao thought for a while, "let people fight for it themselves, everyone has to fight for survival." There's an old saying: God is busy, you have to be on your own. ”

"I see." Isabel was thoughtful.

……

Two days later.

"Big brother, this is a formal banquet, do you really plan to wear a T-shirt to participate?"

"I don't have formal clothes, and I've been busy cultivating for the past two days, so I forgot about it." Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders, a little helpless. For him, wanting to see Isabel is a spiritual thing, and he really can't take it seriously.

"I knew you'd forget!" Li Lin suddenly smiled secretly, "So I was prepared in advance." ”

Li Lin took out a set of exquisitely cut black suits and threw them in front of Wang Hao: "For today's specially custom-made suit, you can wear it and try it." ”

Wang Hao tried it on as he said, and found that the suit was cut unusually well, and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "You still know my size." ”

"The devil will remember your size." Speaking of this, Li Lin's expression was a little gloomy, "I asked Su Yue, and all the sizes were made according to the standards she gave." ”

"The girl's heart really doesn't understand, I haven't seen her for ten years, and it's only been two months since I've been back, and she can accurately say all the dimensions of you, including the width of the cuffs." Li Lin shook his head, "Thanks to you already finding a girlfriend, otherwise I would really have trouble sleeping day and night." ”

"Okay, she's been like this since she was a child, and you don't know it, and she can tell your size." Wang Hao patted Li Lin on the shoulder, a little disapproving, "A girl's mind will always be more delicate." ”

"Maybe......" Li Lin sighed.