"Hoo ......"

Dio exhaled, his clenched fist relaxed slightly, and the muscles of his arm began to squirm slightly, eliminating some of the injuries caused by the shock force to his arm.

His strategy is to use the fastest and most fierce attack to kill the enemy continuously, forcing those who are not strong enough to dare not play, to avoid too much meaningless consumption by themselves, and then directly forcing the strongest opponent to play, as long as he defeats the strongest and he himself still maintains a certain state, then today's crisis is almost over.

This is the strategy that Dio decided in the shortest time after arriving at the martial arts hall and seeing the specific situation, and it is also the best strategy he can think of now, as for the rest, it can only be decided by his fist.

Thinking of this, his gaze turned to Pulan who was watching the battle, since arriving at the martial arts hall, this person gave him the greatest threat, looking at him was like looking directly at a raging flame, piercing his eyes faintly painful, if it felt right, Puran was his biggest enemy in this battle.

Seeing Dio looking over, a calm smile appeared on Puran's face, and then he was about to lift his steps and step forward to start a battle with this unexpected "surprise" that would sublimate his martial arts.

But at this time, someone took the lead and walked into the field.

This is a middle-aged man with five big and three thick, with strong muscles, and it seems that he has a good relationship with the people who died at the hands of Dior before. As soon as he came up, he first asked the body to be carried down, and closed his eyes with his own hands and whispered something in his ear, and then walked up to Dio, and faced Dio with a sad and angry face, looking like he wanted to eat Dior in one bite.

But that's about it.

Dio didn't bother to talk nonsense with this soy sauce crowd, roared, and rushed forward, like a tiger pounced on his opponent.

The audience on one side saw it clearly, and saw that when Dio attacked, his opponent also attacked, and his five fingers grabbed Dio's chest like a hook, but Dio did not dodge it in the slightest, and directly grabbed it with both hands regardless of it, and exchanged with the opponent.

Whew!

After all, the middle-aged man's attack was the closest straight trajectory, and he grabbed Dior's chest first, but the next moment his face showed a look of horror, and the claws that can usually grasp the hardwood were not able to use force on Dior's body, as if he had applied a layer of oil to the side to direct the power in his hand away, it seemed to be a few deep cuts, but he himself knew that it was just scratching the skin, and it didn't have a better effect at all.

In an instant, he was ready to evacuate, but it was too late.

Hey.

Dio smirked, his hands had already clasped the other party's shoulder blades, his five fingers exerted force, and with a pop, he fell deep into the flesh and blood.

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly widened under the severe pain, but his arm couldn't even lift up to block under the force of Dior's fingers passing into his body, so he could only watch Dio jump up immediately afterward, and his knees hit his chest heavily.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the middle-aged man's chest suddenly sunken, and his eyes almost burst out.

Just when the middle-aged man was about to withdraw under the action of the powerful impact, Dior's right hand was strengthened again, and there was another crisp sound, which directly pinched the opponent's right shoulder bone, and then as soon as his feet landed, he pushed the opponent's whole person over, and it was a ferocious knee collision, which went straight to the opponent's face.

There was a muffled bang.

The middle-aged man's head exploded directly like a watermelon, and he lost his life without saying a word.

From Dior's attack to the end, it was only three or four seconds in total!

"Dorne! didn't even make it for a round!How could it be?!"

Cold sweat broke out on Wells' forehead, this person who died under Dio's hands was almost as good as him, but under Dio's hands, he was killed by such a ferocious torture in just a few seconds, if it was replaced by himself......

Thinking of this, Wells couldn't help but shudder, but then he was puzzled.

"Why is this Dio so strong? According to the intelligence, isn't it not long before he got started? He is completely a newcomer, how can such a person, no matter how talented he is, be so outrageously strong in a short period of time? Could it be that the information is fake?!"

Just when Wells was puzzled, several people on the side of the Gray Scale Martial Arts Hall except for Lynch were also dumbfounded, and some female disciples were even frightened.

"Uncle Lynch...... This, is this really Uncle Dior?" Chapman used the title of Uncle Dior for the first time, which shows the shock that Dior brought him.

"That's the most important reason why the master will take Dio as a disciple, he is completely different from you, and he has experienced dangers that you may not experience in your lifetime......," Lynch said, but he was also surprised by Dior's progress, and it seemed that every time I saw him, it would make people sigh like a different person.

Perhaps, this is genius.

On the other side, the people in the camp of Remy Henton were also shocked by the strength shown by Dior, and they were originally a little wary of Dior at the beginning, but now they have become extremely scruples.

Dio in the field didn't care what the people on the side thought, he picked up the person who lost his life with one hand, and threw it casually to the people of the Remy Henton Company, and the flying blood suddenly spilled all the way, so that many female disciples closed their eyes and didn't dare to look at it again.

"Next. ”

The blood flowing from the wound on Dior's chest was mixed with the blood of the enemy splashed on his body, and his extremely strong body stood upright like a bloody demon god, and his indifferent gaze pressed the people who were slightly less powerful so nervous that they could barely breathe.

After a pause to see that no one had come up, Dior swept his gaze and came to Wells, who had not completely left the confines of the field.

"Then you'll be next. ”

Dio lunged forward, pounced on Wells with a fit, raised his fist and smashed it into his head.

Laugh at!

At this moment, a sharp and terrifying aura attacked him, making Dio stop abruptly, and then he saw a violent air flow slashing in front of him, as sharp as a sharp blade, if he didn't stop before, then this air flow would just cut right on his body, even if his disc practice was very good, but in the face of this kind of attack that is no different from a real knife, he will also suffer a lot of injuries.

Vacuum cutting using air currents?

Seeing this kind of extremely superb martial arts mystery that had been described in the collection of the martial arts museum, Dio stood in place, his pupils couldn't help but condense slightly, and turned his head to look in the direction where the air flow came from.

"Your opponent is me. ”

In Remy Hangton's camp, a man stood up and strode towards Dior.

At this moment, an extremely sharp cold aura suddenly erupted from this person's body, and the momentum was not weak at all, and Puran, who was considered by Dio to be his biggest opponent, brought a sound like ice cracking around him as he walked.

This is a formidable enemy, a formidable enemy who could kill him!

Dio had this realization in an instant, but there was a smile on his face, which was expectation.

The next moment, a continuous roar of giant snakes sounded in the air, and it did not let the momentum of the other party hedge together.