Human actions will always form a law in the subconscious, which is called "habit" in popular terms.

When you do something, you will develop your own unique habits when you become proficient.

Ba Song's seemingly irregular continuous attacks actually contain their own unique rules, which may not even be known to Ba Song himself, but are just a habit formed by the subconscious.

After continuous recording, Superbrain finally analyzed Ba Song's offensive rules.

These rules were fed back into Wang Jingcheng's mind, but in an instant, Ba Song's originally fierce attack had been fully understood when it fell into Wang Jingcheng's eyes.

After Ba Song's knee, he suddenly hit Wang Jingcheng with an elbow to the head, but suddenly, as if Wang Jingcheng had expected this attack, he was short and dodged.

At the same time, it is a hard punch to Ba Song's abdomen!

"Bang!"

Ba Song took a few steps back in pain, but the look of shock on his face was greater than the pain in his abdomen.

Dodged?

Ba Song was a little incredulous.

Wang Jingcheng quickly jumped out of the ring when the two opened their distance again, stood in the middle of the ring, and stood opposite to Ba Song.

"You're in luck."

Ba Song's face was stunned, and he regained his composure.

He only thought that Wang Jingcheng was lucky, and happened to dodge his attack.

"Hehehehehe......"

Wang Jingcheng didn't speak, just stood in place and looked at him with a maniacian smile.

Ba Song's intelligence of 1.5 can react quickly when he makes a move, and if you want to deal with Ba Song, you can't take the initiative, you can only wait for the other party to take the lead.

"Your laugh is so annoying!"

Ba Song frowned, Wang Jingcheng's laughter had been intensifying the ominous premonition in his heart, "It's good to solve you this time." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ba Song's body moved violently and rushed towards Wang Jingcheng again. At the same time, his fists were clenched, his shoulders were lowered, and he was ready to crash into Wang Jingcheng with a knee when he was approaching, forcing the opponent back, and then using his famous skill "Bone Crusher" to solve the opponent in one go!

However, this time.

Wang Jingcheng looked at Ba Song who rushed over, his eyes flashed and the number jù quickly flowed, Ba Song's clenched fists, and lowered shoulders all turned into a number of jù and the law recorded by the super brain, and finally, Ba Song's next move was like a layer of phantom in advance, which was presented in Wang Jingcheng's eyes.

"Hehehehe...... Hahahahaha......ha

Wang Jingcheng laughed maniacally.

When Ba Song approached, a knee hit just started, Wang Jingcheng moved, and quickly turned sideways to the side, at a glance, it was as if Wang Jingcheng dodged first, and then Ba Song raised his leg and hit the position where Wang Jingcheng was standing before.

In Ba Song's stunned expression, when Wang Jingcheng passed by him, his arm flung up and hit his neck.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and Ba Song only felt a pain in his throat.

But compared to the pain in his throat, his body lost his balance, and the action of leaning back made his eyes that had been calm finally appear panicked.

Falling on your back in front of the enemy in the ring of life and death is almost equivalent to death!

Ba Song wanted to twist his waist and balance his body, but how could Wang Jingcheng give him a chance?

"Hahahaha!"

Crazy nervous laughter erupted from Wang Jingcheng's mouth, Wang Jingcheng hugged Ba Song's head with both hands when Ba Song struggled to twist his waist, held his head with one hand, and put his elbow against his throat with one hand, and the whole person left his feet off the ground, blessed Ba Song's body weight, and fell down together and fell heavily in the ring!

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Ba Song's head smashed on the hard ring, accompanied by a cry of "ah", and a mouthful of blood spat out of Ba Song's mouth.

At this time, Wang Jingcheng, who was pressed against Ba Song's neck, moved again.

I saw that he locked Ba Song's head with both hands, and his forehead hit Ba Song's face directly!

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

Ba Song's nose bleeds, severe pain rushed to the brain, and the whole person was dizzy.

After Wang Jingcheng hit it, he didn't stop, his head was raised, and he hit Ba Song's face again!

"Bang!"

Blood splattered.

Wang Jingcheng's forehead was covered with Ba Song's blood, and he lifted it up again and hit it again!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Again and again, Ba Song had broken the bridge of his nose, his face was covered in blood, and he was confused.

But Wang Jingcheng still felt as if he didn't realize it, and he still kept hitting Ba Song's face with his forehead, and at the same time laughed madly, his forehead and face were covered with Ba Song's blood, like a madman.

The surrounding audience originally roared enthusiastically and shouted for Ba Song to kill Wang Jingcheng, but when Wang Jingcheng counterattacked and turned the tables, their faces showed stunned expressions.

But immediately, some of the audience immediately changed their tone, supported Wang Jingcheng, and began a fierce quarrel with the audience who supported Ba Song.

But when Wang Jingcheng hit Ba Song's face with his head one by one, knocking Ba Song to the point that the bridge of his nose was broken, and his face was covered with blood and he didn't feel like a madman, the surrounding audience gradually quieted down.

Most of them are middle-class or lower-class people in American society, and they come here to see bloody scenes to vent the boredom caused by their daily lives.

But now the picture in the ring is also bloody, but they don't feel that the bitterness in their hearts can be vented at all, but their backs are cold, and endless creeps rise in their hearts.

Depressed, gloomy, heavy, distorted......

These negative feelings emanated from Wang Jingcheng.

The one who really vented his feelings was Wang Jingcheng!

The psychological distortions caused by the darkness he had seen in his previous life had been suppressed all along, locking him like heavy shackles.

Now, these feelings are silently vented by Wang Jingcheng, and the surrounding audience is a victim of his love.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

Every muffled sound was like a hammer striking on the hearts of the people around them, and the surrounding audience only felt more and more depressed in their hearts.

When Ba Song in the ring was dying, Wang Jingcheng finally stopped moving.

When the surrounding audience was just about to breathe a sigh of relief and break free from that extremely depressed state, they saw Wang Jingcheng in the ring, with a sickly smile on his face, grabbing one of Ba Song's arms and stepping on Ba Song's armpit with his foot.

Then, in the laughter of "hehehehe......", he pulled hard, "hissed", and tore Ba Song's arm hard!

"Ah!!h

Ba Song, who was originally confused and dying, stared widening his eyes suddenly, and then covered his shoulder with his other hand The blood flowed from the shoulder, and the bare place was nothing, struggling and rolling violently, screaming continuously.

"Hehehehe...... Hahaha......"

Wang Jingcheng took the arm that was constantly dripping with blood from Ba Song, and looked at Ba Song who was rolling and screaming on the ground, smiling brightly.

Tear it raw!

What he just said was not a joke.

The surrounding audience was already very depressed, and after such a scene, many people couldn't stand it, and felt as if something was blocked in their chests, and it became difficult to breathe.

Some even choked a little, holding their throats with their hands and falling from their seats to the ground.

"Enough!"

In the first row of audience seats, a fat middle-aged man with a big beard and a shirt with various petals frowned.

This man is none other than the boss of the Harahan gang, Jason.

Because he has killed many people and used many bloody and cruel methods, Jason is not deeply affected by the feelings, but he also feels very depressed in his heart.

"Tell him to stop."

Jason instructed one of the non-pure black men next to him.

The black man was none other than Cook's cousin, Ike.

"Okay, Boss!"

Ike answered, then walked towards the host Matthew, took the microphone in the other party's hand, and said to the ring: "Okay, Ghost Face, you've won, stop." ”

After saying that, he said loudly in one direction: "Raise the cage." ”

"Ahh

Another scream came.

Wang Jingcheng in the ring was stunned, and laughed maniacally and tore off one of Ba Song's feet again!

"You him. Mom......"

Wang Jingcheng didn't obey obediently, which made Ike's face a little ugly, and he was about to scold angrily when he opened his mouth, but the words had just begun, and suddenly-

"Bang!"

A bang!

Two wooden doors flew out and slammed into the huge iron cage that enveloped the ring.

The surrounding audience looked at the source of the door in amazement, only to see that forty or fifty meters away from the ring, the gate of the passage where the ghost face appeared just now.

Two men and a woman were standing there, both young Asians.

Wang Jingcheng in the ring also cast his eyes because of the sound here, and when he saw these two men and a woman, he was slightly stunned, and the crazy look on his face quickly converged.

Of the two men and one woman, he knew one man and one woman.

Tang Peng, Yin Yue.

When Wang Jingcheng saw these two people, among the two men and one woman, the only young man he didn't know suddenly spoke loudly, and he didn't know what method he used, and his voice resounded throughout the audience:

"People who have nothing to do with Jason leave immediately, and in five minutes, everyone here is dead."