In the small courtyard, seven or eight wild dogs with red eyes and drooling mouths surrounded Ye Ye in a circle, whimpering and roaring in a low voice.

Ye Ye's whole body was loose and seemed defenseless, just standing quietly, but it gave people a sense of calmness like a mountain of abyss, as steady as Mount Tai.

Unable to bear the frenzy any longer, a mad dog took the lead in pounce with a whin, breaking the silence, and then several other mad dogs also pounced on them from all directions as if they had received an order.

Ye Ye didn't move, and when the mad dog led by him approached, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed it on the chin, and the mad dog led by him was thrown out by a soft force, and after rolling on the ground a few times, he got up unscathed. With the intelligence of a mad dog, he naturally didn't understand why he wasn't injured, and under the influence of the crazy thoughts in his brain, he threw himself into the battle circle again.

In the face of the continuous attack of seven or eight mad dogs, Ye Ye's body was as motionless as a mountain, his palms flew like butterflies dancing like swimming fish, and he appeared flexibly in front of the direction where the mad dogs pounced, and threw them out one by one like flowing clouds, looking like a blooming flower from a distance, any mad dog that broke through the edge would involuntarily stay away in the next moment.

As the minutes passed, the mad dogs who repeatedly pounced, although they had exhausted a lot of physical strength, became more and more manic, and their eyes were red as if they were about to drip blood, and the pounces became more fierce and swift.

And although Ye Ye still looked calm and breezy at first glance, he found that fine droplets of sweat were also densely dripping on his fair forehead, which was obviously not easy.

As the saying goes, if you keep it for a long time, you will lose, or the mad dog that was led just now, but in a mechanical pounce after repeated numbness, he was pleasantly surprised to find that this time he was closer to Ye Ye than any time, and he could even clearly smell the breath emanating from Ye Ye's skin, and the long-endured canine teeth were about to tear apart the flesh and blood.

In the next moment, a horizontal punch shattered the dream of a mad dog like a thunderbolt, and the majestic force on the cheek smashed it to the point that its brain burst in an instant, and then Ye Ye drank it crisply, and the fist shadow smashed into other mad dogs in all directions like a torrential rain, blood splashed everywhere, and all the mad dogs were killed on the spot in just two or three seconds.

With a long breath, Ye Ye retracted his posture and meditated bitterly.

"There are still flaws in the air control circle, which is not tight enough; Kanzhiyan has some experience, but although the speed of these wild dogs is not slow, their movements are too monotonous, and the difficulty is not great, and it seems that they need to find another way, maybe it should be good to try bees. ”

Since the last time he jumped off the cliff and broke through, Ye Ye had easily grasped the empty state of mind at that time, and opened the breath of tranquility smoothly.

The air control circle is an application technique of the breath of tranquility, the warrior of tranquility is aware of the changes in the surroundings, and has a thorough grasp of the spatial distance, the enemy's speed and direction, and its own power state, and then forms an absolute defense field, which can subconsciously grasp, block, set aside and even smash any object that enters.

The eye of view is not only to simply observe the enemy's external movements, but also to grasp all the information such as the enemy's breathing, the movement of the center of gravity, and the expansion and contraction of muscles in a more in-depth and objective manner, and then accurately predict the enemy's next move and anticipate the enemy's opportunity first. Therefore, there is an old saying: "The eye of seeing is strong, but the eye of seeing is weak." ”

Although these two are not unique to the Qi of Tranquility, the martial artists of movement can also master them, but they are undoubtedly much easier than the martial artists of Tranquility, so Ye Ye, who knew the general direction and opened the Qi of Tranquility, honed these two skills little by little by himself, although he was young, he already had a prototype, as long as he practiced more in actual combat, he could naturally slowly reach the peak.

The sonorous clash of iron weapons interrupted Ye Ye's contemplation as he recalled what shortcomings he had just had, and he raised his head slightly in displeasure.

"Lord Vortner, please go to the Colosseum."

The two guards with armor said to Ye Ye a little playfully, with a bit of schadenfreude hidden under their seemingly respectful expressions.

Ye Ye raised his head and glanced at the two of them indifferently, and his cold gaze suddenly made the two guards freeze on the spot like snow water. Even if you can't stare at the enemy like a real master, the momentum of the life-and-death struggle over the years and the vigorous atmosphere of the newly opened and vigorous atmosphere are more than enough to stimulate these "ordinary people" a little.

"Is there another VIP here?"

Ye Ye thought in his heart, he was too lazy to worry about the two little minions, and walked towards the gladiatorial arena.

"It's really rare, this mission actually let the boxing saint in the 'One Shadow and Nine Fists' personally take action, it really makes the island shine."

Vertna's tall figure sat on the large sumptuous sofa and said with a smile on his face.

"Where, Mr. Furtenner has always provided a lot of support for us 'dark', and this time the opponent is a little tricky, which just interests me a little."

A young man with a ** upper body, two long hair hanging down his chest, and his face was deeply covered by a white burqa replied leisurely, as the youngest one in the "One Shadow and Nine Fists", he will personally take action this time In addition to establishing his own authority, he also has the idea of building a good relationship with Furtena, after all, the other party is one of the main sponsors of "Dark", and the cooperative relationship has always been close.

"Darkness" is a huge world-class force, in order to avoid the loss of real martial arts in the increasingly peaceful modern era, with the goal of inheriting the roots of martial arts, countless masters who agree that killing people is the true meaning of martial arts together form this huge organization. This organization has a huge influence in the political and economic circles of various countries, and even has murder licenses secretly issued by many governments, and fulfills the commissions of many high-ranking officials or wealthy people in the form of tasks. Because it is very different from the mainstream of modern society, this organization will never appear in the sun, hence the name "Darkness", and the top of the countless masters standing in the "Darkness" is the pinnacle of the so-called "One Shadow and Nine Fists".

"To celebrate the successful completion of this commission, I have arranged some after-entertainment programs for Mr. Ogata, hoping to satisfy you."

Fortner took a bottle of old red wine, snapped the cork with his fingers, poured a full glass and handed it to the boxer.

"Oh, it's a gladiatorial fight? I have long heard that His Excellency Fortner is one of the few people who understand martial arts, and I have heard of the fame of Deathmatch Island for a long time, so let me appreciate it today. ”

The boxer chuckled lightly and took the wine glass, as one of the masters at the pinnacle of martial arts, he didn't think that he could see a battle here that would surprise him, but it was not bad as a pastime.

At this time, one of the passages in the field rose, and a majestic male lion with golden hair stepped out, seemingly lazy with vigilance to the unfamiliar environment.

"Oh, a lion?" The boxer smiled slightly, although he was known as the king of beasts, most of the lions were not as fierce as the tigers, of course, whether it was a lion or a tiger, they were just kittens in front of a master of his level.

"A male lion caught in the prime of life from the African savannah."

Furtenner took a sip of the red wine in his glass and smiled.

Then, the door on the other side also opened, and Spartacas walked out with a heavy face, compared to the last time Ye Ye met, his figure became stronger during the upright development period, the strong muscles outlined under the thin shirt were full of explosiveness and beauty, and his steps were calm and flexible, even in the face of a fierce beast like a lion, he did not show a wincing look.

"This is my adopted son, Spartacus." Furtenner pulled a cigar out of his pocket, lit it and took a deep breath.

The boxer glanced at it, and immediately saw through the strength of Spartacas, and said lightly: "Not bad." ”

That's all, in the "darkness", not to mention that there are many disciples of this level, they are also a car, and they are not worth his attention at all.

Although in the eyes of the boxer, this is just a child's farce, but for Spartacas it is a life-and-death battle, he cannot be defeated, let alone die, because he is far more than the one who bears the burden on his shoulders.

Bowing slightly, his fists half-raised, Spartacus assumed a solemn defensive posture and faced the lion cautiously.

The male lion glanced lazily at the human in front of him, pacing gracefully and slowly approaching, even if he looked lazy, whether it was hunting large herbivores or driving away hyenas and stray male lions, a qualified lion king was also experienced in a hundred battles.

The distance between man and beast gradually shortened, and the atmosphere between the two became more and more solemn, and suddenly, without warning, the lion moved, running and speeding towards Spartacus.

Two sharp lion's claws pressed down on Spartacus's shoulder blades, and if he was pounced, the bloody jaw that could have bitten the buffalo's thick neck would be as easy as a walnut to bite his head.

However, if Spartacus had been killed easily, he would not have survived now, and he quickly took a step forward, quickly stretching out his hands to accurately block the lion's claws, canceling out the lion's pounce.

After a moment of stalemate, the male lion wanted to bite, but Spartacus, who had been waiting for the opportunity, suddenly hit his knee on the chin. While the lion was dizzy, Spartacus quickly went around its back, strangled the lion's neck with his right hand through the mane, and threw the lion to the ground with a loud shout.

The pain-stricken lion struggled desperately, but was clung to by the thick arms of the bruised muscles, and although its four claws were sharp, it could not catch the opponent behind it, and could only let out an intermittent roar.

"Oh, first of all, it is invincible, so that the enemy can win, the tactics are good, but it is a little boring." The Boxer looked at the situation in the arena and chuckled.

Spartacas naturally couldn't hear the comments from the sidelines, and the strength of his whole body was poured into his arms and gradually contracted, and the strong muscles that had been trained hard played a role at this time, harvesting the life of this male lion bit by bit like a torture instrument.

The suffocating lion began to struggle violently, but it could not shake Spartacus's iron-like arm, and then its movements gradually became slow and weakened, and finally lost its movement.

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