"And number 57, hehe, by the way, now that you have betrayed the company, then this number is useless, just call your real name Xia Ni. ”

The man in black then turned his gaze to No. 57 or Xia Ni on the side, who was even angrier than his Lynch.

"You're just as alert as before, and you actually took all your family members to the martial arts hall and hid them, but do you think this will be useful? After today, the Gray Scale Martial Arts Hall will no longer exist, what do you think will happen to your family? Where are you going to escape?"

Looking at his former direct subordinates, he is now like a cat teasing mice, full of pleasure in controlling the fate of others.

"That's it, it's okay for you to do things for me in the past, I'll give you a new choice, now those top nobles like to know some beautiful slaves with good skills, I think you have good qualifications, if you cooperate with the training afterwards, it's not that I can't consider giving your family a way out. How? Think about it. ”

Hearing this, Xia Ni's face became even more pale, but her trembling body calmed down abnormally, probably after being terrified to the extreme, nothing could make her more terrifying, and she looked at her superiors who had ruled her with cruelty and fear without fear.

"Wells, you're dreaming!"

"Hey, I'm a lot bolder. Wells glanced at Xia Ni in some surprise, and said indifferently: "Whether it's a dream or not, we'll find out later." ”

His gaze moved to Lynch, who was barely standing, again.

"I see that you just had a fight, and I guess you're tired from standing, so I'll reluctantly help you get rid of it, don't thank me. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Lynch's response, Wells took a deep breath, bent down, put his hands into knives, and put on a very serious starting posture of fighting skills. It seems that although his words are full of smugness in his hands, he is still very cautious when he really wants to start making a move in the face of the half-crippled Lynch.

Lynch noticed that the bottom edge of Wells' hand knife began to spread a dark red that was different from his normal skin color, like rust, and had an indescribable fishy smell. Knowing a lot, he immediately recognized that it should be some kind of peculiar exercise, and these hands had definitely been soaked in some kind of toxin medicine for a long time.

"Die. ”

Wells instantly accelerated and rushed towards Lynch, and in a few steps, he rushed to Lynch's left, and a hand knife had already cut out.

Lynch turned sideways slightly, and it became a head-on attack against Wells, he calmly looked at the Wells hand knife that was getting closer and closer, although he didn't have much strength, but he still put on a very standard plate position, the hand shadow shook a few times, and then he clenched his fist and struck out, just hitting Wells's hand knife.

Click......

He heard the sound of his hand cracking bones, and for him, who was already at the end of his crossbow, it was still too reluctant to take Wells's all-out blow.

Immediately, a stream of blood flowed down his mouth and nose.

Seeing that Lynch really had no ability to resist, Wells was overjoyed, and his men were about to kill this enemy on the spot.

At this moment, Wells's face suddenly changed, and he felt that something was flying towards him at high speed behind his right, and the strength brought a sharp whistling sound, which was extremely amazing. In his eagerness, he didn't have time to make up for Lynch, and he kicked the ground in vain, and his body catapulted backwards.

A flash of silver light flashed.

Laugh at!

A piercing grinding sound resounded in the ears of everyone present, and they saw the rubble shooting out of the field, and Wells had an extra long sword in his original position, and nearly half of the sword had pierced into the hard ground.

"Who?" Wells shouted as he looked in the direction the sword was flying.

"The one who killed you. ”

Dior's figure jumped down from the wall not far away, and seemed to come to Lynch's side slowly under the gaze of everyone, supporting the crumbling Lynch.

"Senior brother, how are you?"

"Ahem...... Fortunately, I can't die...... Ahem......" Lynch looked at Dio, who appeared at this time, with a look of relief in his eyes.

"You go to the side and rest, and I'll take care of the rest. ”

Dio looked left and right, beckoned a disciple who seemed to be relatively intact, and asked him to help Lynch down.

"Be careful...... If you don't run away first, you will have any hope of survival......" Lynch suddenly took Dior's hand and said in a low voice.

"I know, don't worry. Dio nodded, handed Lynch over to the disciples who rushed over, then straightened up, slowly glanced at the enemy on the other side, tore off the clothes that had turned into rags, and said loudly: "Dio Garros is here, who will come forward and die!"

His body swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye in vain, and the whole body was in a circle, from a height of one meter eight to one meter nine, and the veins as thick as the woman's little finger were coiled around the arm of a python like a tree root, and the muscles were tangled and coiled, causing a subtle airflow around the body, as if a giant snake was hissing, and an invisible momentum arose spontaneously, pressing towards everyone in the Remy Henton Company, making the faces of those who knew the goods suddenly changed.

"Uncle Lynch, let Dior come down, how long has he only been in business......?

At the beginning, the remnants of the disciples had high expectations for the sudden rescue, but after seeing that this rescuer was Dior, the originally high mood fell down again, and everyone in the Gray Scale Martial Arts Hall present did not know that although Dio was a personal disciple, it had only been less than half a year, which made them believe in Dior's strength after many years of hard martial arts. Especially Chapman, although he was very disdainful of Dior's step-by-step ascension to becoming a personal disciple, he also knew how much the hall owner Valen and his master Prague attached importance to Dior, and he never wanted him to die like this.

But at this moment, he and the other disciples saw the abnormality of Dior's body, and Chapman's next words suddenly couldn't continue. For him, who has been studying martial arts for many years, there is only one explanation for this anomaly - that is, Dio has reached the point where he uses martial arts cultivation to forcibly modify his body form, which is a special skill that only top martial artists who have honed their bodies to the extreme, even his master- Prague, who has been promoted to martial arts, is only a little superficial, and he himself only knows the general situation, and he has not even reached the entrance, but he saw it in Dio, who has joined the martial arts gym for such a short time, so that he almost stared out his eyes.

The other disciples were also dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

And the people on the side of Remy Henton Company instantly became silent, and many warriors who were about to move and wanted to teach the arrogant Dio a lesson suddenly lost their voices when they saw the abnormality on Dior's body, and only some of the top warriors ignored the coercion exuded by Dior, but their faces also lost their original relaxed expressions and became very dignified.

In particular, Wells, who was closest to Dior, felt even more, as if a wall was pressing on his face like this, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

"Interesting. Puran, who had been sitting on the side as if he had nothing to do with himself, suddenly straightened up, stared at Dio with blazing eyes, and showed an excited look.

Seeing that Dio turned his gaze to Wells, he was about to make a move, and some of the warriors who followed Wells couldn't sit still.

"I'm here to fight you!"

A figure leaped out and swooped down on Dior.

It was a middle-aged man, dressed in a black tight leather jacket, wearing the same black spiked fist gloves on both hands, and came to Dio in a few leaps, jumping high like a falcon catching a rabbit, hissing a violent sound of breaking the wind, and in an instant, five fist shadows were struck, smashing Dio's head from top to bottom.

Dio raised his head, the figure of the middle-aged man and the flash of the fist spur were reflected in the pupils of his eyes, and a cruel smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he took a step forward like a tiger descending the mountain, stepped on the ground with his left foot tightly, pulled his body to the right and then quickly transferred, as if it had become a spring, and his right arm had been thrown out, like a giant python thrown towards the middle-aged man who pounced, like a thunderstorm.

Titicaca ~

Dior's right hand swept to the arm of the middle-aged man's block, and in an instant, the arm bone of the opponent was broken, and then the whole person was deformed, and he was thrown up and flew up.

And Dio kicked the ground at this time, and the whole person jumped up, instantly exceeding the height of the middle-aged man, and then raised his right foot high, pulling out a wild whistling sound and splitting down, hitting the middle-aged man's back.

Bang.

The middle-aged man suddenly folded in half in the air, and then hit the hard ground hard, with a click, and his neck twisted under the huge impact and vomited blood in his mouth, and he was silent on the spot.

"Next. ”

After landing on the ground, Dior didn't look at the corpse in front of him, and looked at the people of Remy Henton Company again, with a chilling coldness in his eyes, like a cold wind sweeping across a snowfield.

For a moment, there was no noise in the field.