Today's Colosseum is like a festival, whether it is the teenagers trained on the island or the instructors who train the teenagers, they are all extremely excited and looking forward to sitting in the audience.

Because today's show, from the top executive of the Underworld Island, Mr. Eric.

and a boy who makes the teenagers resentful.

The reason why this boy is hated by everyone is because they clearly know that once they die on the island, their body will be taken away by the other party and then autopsied.

Western Underworld Island, as one of the two major killer training organizations in the world, it is not terrible to die on this island, but it is terrible to know that after his death, he will be ruthlessly dissected and used as the so-called 'surgical medical research' but he can't refuse, it is really worse than death.

So when the cloudy moon appeared in the field, the shouts of 'kill him' rose higher and higher.

If it weren't for Mr. Eric on the other side of the battle, I'm afraid that the cloudy moon would have been buried with all kinds of garbage.

There was no joy or sorrow on a cloudy moon day, his eyes were hazy, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and a gentle smile hung on the corner of his mouth, making his angular face look less hard, but a little sunny.

Mr. Eric was dressed today like everyone who had been seen at the Colosseum, shirtless and in white trousers.

The ground shook, and in a circle the size of a football field, rocks rose from under the floor to the ground.

Mr. Eric was laughing, too.

Although the two were separated by a hundred meters, he could still clearly see that under the seemingly lazy squinting eyelids on a cloudy moon day, the two eyes were shaking rapidly from side to side.

That's memorizing the location and size of these obstacles.

Memorizing the terrain is the first thing a qualified killer needs to do before making a move.

His voice came into Yin Yuetian's ears through the big screen: "Mr. Yin Yuetian, I have reported your situation, and the organization agrees to my request, and you will be tested three times." This is my chance for you, but please remember that if you don't complete these three tests, I will kill you with my own hands. The first test is to fight me, but don't worry, I will help you as much as I can, so as long as you can support me in my hands for fifteen minutes, you will pass. ”

"That's really grateful."

Yin Yuetian gnawed the second joint of his middle finger with his bright teeth, smiled and asked, "Can I know what the other two tests of the Dao are?" ”

"Not yet, at least not now."

"Is that so? I got it. ”

Yin Yuetian lowered his hands, and the eight scalpels slowly pierced the flesh between the ten fingers of his hands, and slowly broke away completely. At the same time, his body is also bent into a bow, which makes him look like a cheetah that has captured his opponent, and all the power in his body may explode explosively at any time.

Mr. Eric also pulled his weapon from the back.

A half-meter-long corrugated sword, the watery blades on both sides bent to the tip of the sword like water waves, and the heavy part in the middle was all black, with an inexplicable sense of heaviness.

"Okay?"

"That's it!"

Yin Yuetian replied, and his body suddenly became stiff and fixed, as if he had been frozen.

“……”

All the 'spectators' were puzzled by his movements, and they all wondered if one of Mr. Eric's abilities was to fix Dafa? However, while their thoughts were wandering, a series of metal clashes on the other side were also in the sky.

It was a fragmentary and crisp sound like a bell, sounding like an alarm clock that disturbed a sweet dream in the early morning, fast and continuous, like the composition of a scrapwood singer.

People subconsciously turn their heads to look to the other side.

There, Mr. Eric had already transformed into a demon with a thousand hands and a thousand bodies, conjuring up countless movements in a circle of less than a meter, making it impossible to see what his true body was doing.

"Ahh That's a phantom! In the audience, a teenager suddenly pointed to the position at the beginning of the cloudy moon day and screamed.

In an instant, the heads of people were like waves, and they all looked over.

The cloudy moon, which seemed to be stiff and solidified, was fading away, hidden in the bright light and shadow of the Colosseum.

Everyone's expressions were as stiff as if they had died in a loved one.

There were more than 10,000 killer teenagers and hundreds of elite instructors present, of which the quick-attack type accounted for two-fifths, but none of them could see the movements of the cloudy moon day, and the speed at which they could leave a phantom in place was about 3000km/s, which is one hundredth of the speed of light, according to the researchers' calculations!

In other words, this guy called Yin Yuetian has exceeded ten times the speed of sound!

At present, the fastest jet fighter, the Huaxia J25, which is known as the most expensive material in modern times, has a speed of only Mach 7.3, which is almost three-quarters of the speed of a cloudy moon.

But the J25 is not for nothing as the hardest and most wear-resistant fighter in the world, and its material makes it enough to withstand the high temperatures caused by the extremely strong friction.

The problem is that a young man, even if he has the shell of a bone carryon, will never be able to withstand the high temperature brought by this friction!

The so-called killer......

The so-called killer must not only know how to kill, but also know how to analyze, and the killer who will only rush forward to fight without a brain is destined to become a corpse - this is what everyone was told when they were just trained.

So more than 10,000 brains were running fast, trying to find out how the smiling teenager could resist the damage caused by the heat.

It's just that few people seem to think about why this young man can increase his speed to such a level that can be said to make a speedy attacker desperate.

There were only three people in the field who noticed the problem but didn't think about it, Mohican, Marilyn, and Eric.

The first two are already accustomed to this kind of perversion, and the latter has no time to think about it.

Mr. Eric's speed has been pushed to the limit.

It had been a long time since he had felt this pressure.

Eight scalpels, constantly cutting from all directions, formed an all-encompassing knife net around him, and every 0.01 second, it seemed as if thousands of knives were stabbing or cutting at him at the same time, even a momentary loss of consciousness was enough to seriously injure him!

Mr. Eric is not afraid of Rapid Attackers, and his two abilities, Dynamic Vision and Extreme Instant Kill, are both powerful weapons to restrain Rapid Attackers. Especially the extreme instantaneous kill, this ability to recombine four pairs of chromosomes allows him to improve every muscle in the body to one hundred and fifty times the normal human muscle mobility in a short period of time, when a person's muscle mobility is exerted to the limit, then ideally he can punch 13 punches per second, that is to say, Mr. Eric can punch 1950 punches per second in the case of using the extreme instantaneous kill, of course, this is also an ideal situation without resistance, and now, Mr. Eric is already extraordinary, The number of times he has blocked the knife per second has reached more than 2,000 times, and even so, it is only enough to block the scalpels that are stabbing around him!

Mr. Eric is being pressed and beaten!

He had already resisted for a full three minutes, and the time he could use the Extreme Instant Kill at such an extreme state was only five minutes.

In other words, if the opponent's attack is not over for another two minutes, Mr. Eric will be defeated badly.

Mr. Eric knew that he would not fail, because he was a sixth-order powerhouse, and among the six abilities, there were only two that could achieve the integration of offense and defense!

It's just that when he was about to use one of them, Yin Yuetian couldn't hold it first.

In front of everyone's eyes, a figure landed on a rock less than ten meters away from Mr. Eric, gasping for air.

His skin was long gone, and even the muscles and soft tissues inside were blackened by the heat, and the flesh was black and red—it looked so miserable. When he was half-crouched on the rock, it was as if he had just been fished out of the boiling water, and every inch of naked flesh on his body was steaming white...... That's when the water on the surface of the body is evaporated.

The naked Yin Yuetian was still smiling, but the skin on his face had long since disappeared, and on a face where you could see the blackened white bones everywhere, except for the muscles, there were only two eyeballs that had lost their eyelids, and two rows of white teeth that could see the gums. But even so, he was still laughing, like a white-boned demon coming out of hell, gloomy and terrifying, and in those bare eyes, it was like a sharp sword piercing the skin, and it was flamboyant and unruly.

Although he didn't use his super recovery power, many people still knew that he had the second stage of physical recovery power, so he didn't hide that his body was slowly recovering.

Two eyes were fixed on Mr. Eric.

Mr. Eric squinted at him.

The two of them stalemate for two minutes, until the muscles of the cloudy moon had produced the yellow-white greasy oil of the soft tissues, and the skin gradually grew, and Mr. Eric suddenly laughed.

Insolent, unrestrained.

He laughed so much that almost tears flowed out, pointed to the cloudy moon and said happily: "You, very good!" ”

"Thank you."

"Why don't you continue?"

"Unable to continue."

"Oh?"

"The power is infinite, but the calories in the body are not endless." Yin Yuetian pointed to his stomach: "It's almost all consumed." ”

Mr. Eric nodded in satisfaction, he liked to tell the truth, "That's the limit of your speed?" ”

"Yes."

"Sumeru's senses: The speed of rotation?"

"Sumeru's senses, the speed of revolution."

"It looks like Mohican is hiding your information from me."

Yin Yuetian's pupils shrank suddenly.

Mr. Eric waved his hand indifferently, "I don't mind this matter, I won't deal with him." ”

He asked, "Where are you now?" ”

Yin Yuetian replied very honestly: "Second Order Fifth Stage." ”

"Tell me about it."

Yin Yuetian looked at the big screen above his head.

Mr. Eric smiled, and immediately someone took the initiative to turn off the big screen completely - there are too many people on this island who know how to lip language.

"The second stage of the immovable Hades is expressed in the form of: Immovable Hades Prison, Immovable Hades Tribulation; The three stages of Sumeru's senses: Sumeru's senses, the speed of rotation, the speed of Sumeru's senses, and the force of the planet. ”

"You're smart."

"Yes."

Of course, the cloudy moon sky can't hide anything from Mr. Eric, and the better he behaves, the less Mr. Eric will actually kill him.

Mr. Eric said, "The way you attacked me just now was the Immovable Hades?" ”

"Immovable Hades Prison, let yourself completely disappear into the environment within thirty square meters, and the wind, smell, and murderous aura brought up when you run it will never be discovered by any kind of sensory method except your eyes."

"This ability, combined with the powerful speed, is really unexpected, if it weren't for my dynamic vision, I would have been able to see in all directions in an instant, and I would have been lying down. To be able to exert the ability of the Immovable Hades to hide oneself and the ability to increase the sensitivity of the body such as the Sumeru senses, you are really a genius. So, genius boy, let's get on with it. ”

Rising from the rock, he knew that when Mr. Eric said something like, 'Go ahead,' he would never give himself another chance to stall.

The eight-handled scalpel quickly squirmed through the muscles and sank into the self-cracking skin, followed by wires protruding from the nails of the fingernails of both hands.

The pain of the five fingers connecting the heart can no longer stimulate even the slightest bit on the cloudy moon.