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That was something that only Brahma could feel, with an extremely slight sound of opening and closing, and the five fingers were instantly locked in a tight metal clasp, driven by azure insect crystals, releasing its energy continuously.

The gears are turning, the bearings are conducting, it is like a beast that chooses people to devour, and finally releases its sharp fangs!

Black lightning with blood-colored lines, devouring not only energy and air, but also the fragile flesh of the enemy!

Annoyed!

Disappearing, silent!

碦.

That's the scream of broken tendons!

Boom.

It's the trills of a heavy object falling to the ground!

Silence, the only silence in the whole world.

The cheers are gone, the angry scolding is gone, and the sound that has been repeated countless times to the point of a splitting headache is gone.

In the stands, all the spectators were stunned and couldn't help themselves. Under the stands, all the contestants were silent and had solemn expressions.

The cracked earth opened its mouth, like a silent mockery of all.

Zhao Qiling's pupils were dilated, and the strange orange and yellow vertical pupils were constantly flickering and looming.

He knelt down in front of Brahma with his proud head hanging down like a subject of the king.

Two blows, only two blows, Fan almost disintegrated all of Zhao Qiling's ability to resist.

There was no pity, no anger, and Fan, who finally broke free from the illusion, had only a calm expression of conviction.

He raised his right hand slightly, and the terrifying muscles that wriggled wildly were condensed with a deadly finishing force.

"Vision, it's a very good ability, but your presence can only make it dusty."

Van Gogh raised his right arm and threw the finishing punch without hesitation!

"No!"

Zhao Qiling suddenly raised his head, and his strange vertical pupils completely turned into a thin line at this time!

Fan's final blow suddenly deviated, and even his heartbeat stagnated by half a beat!

Because what appeared under his fist was a face that he would never have imagined!

That familiar face, his trademark grin.

"Boss!"

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Art, that's Art!

"Boss...... The familiar voice ...... "The familiar voice called from far and near, like his face from far and near."

Brahma instinctively wanted to grab his body, but instead of the soft human body, he touched a fiery blade!

Burst!

The bright yellow blade instantly pierced through his right palm, until it was completely out of control, and the blazing heat instantly scorched the flesh and blood.

"What are you waiting for! Kill him! Zhao Qiling scolded in pain, he was already close to the end of his path, the severe trauma of his body, and the strong aftermath of overusing his abilities, all caused his strength to begin to decline seriously.

And as he forcibly urged, he has not yet been able to fully grasp the price of absolute vision. Although this helped him save his life at a critical moment, it also drained all his energy.

After hearing Zhao Qiling's order, most people frowned and snorted softly, they were not tools of the Zhao family. But when they finally thought of the task they were shouldering, they still endured this boredom, and after glancing at each other, they finally rushed to Fan at the same time.

Van was still immersed in that illusory world, and At's vivid expressions and the habitual movements he knew were all trying to prove that he was a living human being.

But Van clearly knows that he is not in Art, these are all fake, Art is dead, died in the Angel of Death, died in front of his eyes, this is a fact that no one can change.

Zhao Qiling used the power of the illusion to mobilize Fan's memory, fictitious Art's face and voice, and blocked other visions and sounds, but this is not a complete absolute illusion after all, and it can't completely deceive Fan's brain.

At this point, an angry force that was deliberately suppressed by him finally erupted irrepressibly!

Playing with fire**, no one can desecrate the dead Art! That volcanic eruption-like anger instantly destroyed all of Fan's sanity!

The world of mirrors was shattered, and Zhao Qiling could no longer maintain this power. However, when Van finally broke free from the illusion, he was faced with endless fist shadows and attacks!

Thundered!

The continuous roar accompanied by the black oppressive crowd completely drowned out the lonely figure of Fanna.

The cracked earth is more like the tragic state after the earthquake, and the deep ravines are enough to swallow up the living life.

And in the center of the ravine, there is a dusty dust.

The dust clouds the vast majority of the audience, desperate to know the final result.

While it's not glorious to win one against one, it's still much better than losing to the Angel of Death outright. The power of this young angel of death shocked everyone again and again.

So much so that some people actually began to associate him with the angel of death who caused the insect tide ten years ago, but I have to say that there are really some striking similarities between them!

Hatred blinds, so this Angel of Death must die!

However, when the dust finally settled, what appeared in front of their eyes was something that shocked and terrified everyone!

A skeleton! A terrifying skeleton with white bones!

The hard white bones are finely put together, like the most delicate steel armor welded. Filled with streamlined bone cracks, it is like the most exquisite work of art in the world, perfect and cruel. The barbs that covered the bone line, as fine as shark's teeth, were like the most efficient files, desperately longing for the flesh and blood.

On the hideous and terrifying bone surface, the bone horns that are bent backwards are savage and desolate, more like the unique mark of the high-level zerg. The shattered black burqa fluttered in the wind, like the cloak of the Demon King.

Under the high protruding eyebrow bones, there are deep eyes as pure as blood crystals, and at this moment, those narrow and blood-red eyes are more like red flames burning with monstrous anger!

"The last thing you should do is to become like him." The cold and stiff friction seemed to come from the darkest of abysses, but no one could ignore the flowing and fiery anger that lurked beneath the ice!

Sting.

The bone-covered right hand held the lightsaber inserted into the palm of the hand to the end, and the friction between the two made a metallic hiss.

Ka. The white bones grasped the flesh and blood, like a giant mouth that chose to devour people.

Roar, smoke, shattering, dying.

The waterfall of red rain poured down, and the pungent gore was disgusting. Desolation is like an ancient demonic beast awakened, and the blades that flow like lava are bathed in a sweet rain of blood. Broken flesh and tendons, blood hung upside down on the scarlet blade, and the crimson that snaked and dripped was its flowing blood of sin.

Zhao Qiling died, died without pain, or suffered extreme pain before he died.

His corpse, no, it can't be called a corpse anymore. The mass, like a bolognese, was attached to a metal skeleton, and it was impossible to distinguish each other from each other.

And the only thing left of him was the head that had gone mad with extreme fear.

Scold.

The skeleton gently pulled out the lightsaber in his palm, as if doing an ordinary trifle, accompanied by the blood that stained his clothes and bones red.

Sword Dance!

It was an easy blow that repelled all the enemies around him, no, to be exact, it was just a swarm of ants.

A swarm of ants that swarmed up, but could not cause him any substantial harm.

And the crazy head was held in his left hand by sometime.

Syllable.

Like the soft sound of porcelain shattering, the white of the brain and the red mist splashed with white bones and cloaks, like the finest pigment in the world.

"Let's get started."

Rubbing the coldness and anger that froze and burned all the people.

There were no cheers, no answers, not even sounds, whether it was the audience or the contestants, or even those family leaders who had already decided on the results, all the expressions they could have at the moment were only silent extreme shock!