Hearing Dio's merciless answer, Anderson's face froze suddenly, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"If you have to force it to this extent, aren't you afraid that the fish will die and the net will be broken?"

Dior chuckled: "You can try." ”

After that, a few more shadow stream disciples appeared, and they who didn't see how Dio had killed four elite disciples in seconds before heard these words, and immediately shouted and cursed at Dio. And the three elite disciples who were originally stopped by Anderson saw that there were more and more people on their side, and they also became a little nervous, and began to use their numbers and home advantage to kill Dior.

And this does not hide from Dior. After reaching his level, his senses will become more and more acute, like these shadow stream disciples whose realm gap is too far away, their eyes full of killing intent and not knowing how to hide it at all are even more dazzling than torches burning in the dark, and he can guess what they are thinking without Dio using his eyes to observe.

So, he made a move.

Raise your hand.

Bang!

A small crater appeared between Dio and the Shadow Streamers, small pieces of rubble and dust scattered out, and the smell of gunpowder was faintly in the air, needless to say, everyone present understood that it was the result of the bullets fired by the guns.

"I'm sorry, but to be on the safe side, I brought some people around to keep someone out there so that no one would follow the rules. Of course, don't worry too much, I will come in full accordance with the rules for resolving disputes between our martial arts sects, and besides, if someone leaves this manor, it will not be protected by this rule. ”

Seeing that Dio had even arranged his backhand, Anderson knew that this stop was inevitable, he took a deep breath, and with a wave of his right hand, the disciples behind him who were still indignant suddenly quieted down.

"In that case, come on. ”

He turned and walked away.

Dior smiled and walked along, as if he were walking in his own home, not at all worried about the people not far away who were armed with sharp weapons and were full of murderous intent towards him.

But in the end, these shadow stream disciples still didn't dare to make a move, first of all, Dio's toughness had already made the most realistic description with the corpses of their fellow disciples, and the gunmen who didn't know the situation were hiding outside, so that these warriors who had not yet reached the point of being able to sense the danger and react in an instant were very scruples. Later, a few Shadow Stream disciples climbed the fence and looked out, and sure enough, they saw faint figures appearing from time to time in the surrounding dense forest.

On a large tree about twenty meters away from the manor, an inconspicuous rifle barrel sticks out of the lush foliage, and behind the rifle, the female mercenary Kanli is engrossed in focusing all her attention on the area covered by the scope, making minor adjustments from time to time according to the direction of the wind and the movement of people.

As Dio and Anderson walked to the arena and were all right, she lowered her gun, adjusted her condition, and then nimbly descended the tree and quickly moved towards another sniper spot.

As she silently navigated the dense jungle, she pondered her reasons for staying in the martial arts hall.

"Show me your true power. As long as you can kill all the people who have hurt Saro, then the rest of my life will be loyal to you. ”

In the past, the people of the Black Star Mercenary Group only knew that she had always taken Rosalind as an example, admired Rosalind very much, and was Rosalind's most hardcore supporter in the mercenary group, which was far inferior to Hogg as the deputy head of the group, but no one knew that she had always had a strange longing for the glorious Rosalind, but she never showed these outside, for her, as long as she could stay by Rosalind's side all the time, she was already very satisfied.

But everything is shattered, and now all she has is hatred, as long as she can take revenge, even if she gives everything she has.

......

The tournament arena is behind the artificial flowers not far ahead, and it is a venue that is smaller than the open-air arena of the Gray Scale Martial Arts Hall, but there is a high platform about one person high in the middle, which is more than enough to support the two of them to fight.

After Dior arrived at the competition field, he walked directly to the edge of the high platform, raised his hand and pressed the high platform, and the whole person jumped up, turned over and came to the high platform to stand still.

"Don't waste time, my first opponent will come up. ”

Dio condescendingly glanced at the circle of shadow stream disciples gathered around the high platform, and then looked down at Anderson who was standing at the front, his eyes revealing a slight battle intent.

Anderson looked to the side and nodded, and then Dio saw a fat man with a fat body come out of the crowd, slowly come to the edge of the high platform, and climb up slowly.

This fat man looks like a ball, but if you get closer, you will find that he is not short, compared to Dior's current height, which is only half a palm's distance, which is definitely tall among ordinary people. He wore a grass-green vest and wide pants of the same color, and the fat on his body was crowded with clothes, like a big balloon stuffed, and even his facial features were completely out of proportion by the horizontal meat, which looked ridiculous.

As he crawled, his mouth kept moving, as if he was chewing something, as if he was muttering something.

Dio looked at his opponent with a scrutinizing gaze, although he showed arrogance, but once he really wanted to make a move, he would never be careless, and this opponent was obviously sent by Anderson to test his true strength, which must have its own peculiarities.

After the fat man stood still, he seemed to finally swallow the contents of his mouth, and he didn't speak, but took out the two long metal claws inserted behind his waist, put his hands into the fist gloves behind the long claws, tried to wave them a few times, and after making sure that there was no problem, he pointed the long claws of his right hand at Dio, and the sharp blade flashed with a cold cold light under the light of the fire.

Now that the opponent has expressed his intention to go to war, Dior is not welcome.

Dio rushed forward, and the distance of several meters between the two was instantly crossed by him, and his right arm was thrown out, sweeping straight to the left side of the fat man's face, because the speed was extremely fast, and only a vague phantom could be seen in a trance, forming a residual image like a sickle blade curved and sharp, and a violent sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded in the air.

In this situation, no one would doubt that if this blow really hit the fat man, it would inevitably tear his head off.

The fat man is still stupid, and if he is seen by people who don't know, he will definitely pinch a cold sweat for him.

But at the moment when Dior's right hand was about to come to the fat man, the fat man suddenly disappeared from Dior's vision, perhaps it is not accurate to say that he disappeared, and he suddenly squatted down, and he was really a big shorter, which caused the optical illusion of disappearing instantly. Then the fat man jumped to the left like a ball of meat, and his movements were unusually flexible, forming a huge contrast with his size, thus avoiding the right elbow smash that Dio followed.

This strange way of dodging made Dior's heart feel a slight chill, and then he felt a chill hit his vest, and it was silent, without the slightest sound of breaking wind.

Syllable!

In an instant, Dio's side body had already smashed his right elbow back, and hit the palm behind the claw in the middle, blocking the fat man's vicious attack, and then he turned with his left foot on the ground, and his right leg ejected out like a spring, and the terrifying explosive force immediately formed a whistling wind.

Boom!

Dio's kick hit the fat man's chest and abdomen, and he saw that the fat of the fat man who was kicked vibrated violently, spreading outward like a wave. But almost at the same moment, Dior's pupils constricted slightly, and he felt that he was not kicking flesh, but a ball of cotton, which after a moment turned into unusually tough rubber, and layers of shock force came towards his right leg from all sides, as if to break his leg.

"Hang!"

Dior's face was expressionless, his feet twisted and strengthened, and the whole person rotated, and the original right leg was like a drill, which hit the fat man's belly again.

Boom, the fat man was immediately knocked out, flew a few meters away and landed on the ground, and then quickly bounced up, as if he was fine, but his face was slightly pale, and it seemed that he was not unscathed by Dior's attack.

Dio didn't give him the slightest respite, and almost the next moment he was already following suit, attacking again.

This time, the fat man came directly to meet Dior's fist with his chest and abdomen, and his clawed hands spread out to the side, intending to use his fat to lock Dio's moment to attack from both sides.

Dior instantly understood the other party's intentions, but there was no change in his hand, but at the moment when he was about to touch the fat man's fat, his shoulders, upper arms, forearms, wrists, and finally fists turned fiercely, and suddenly formed a strong rotation force at the tip of the fist, bounced all the fat he touched to the side, making the fist pierce straight into the fat and hit the body protected by the fat meat.

In an instant, the fat man's eyes bulged all of a sudden, several times larger than before, and his face was full of painful expressions, and the sharp claws that were originally slashing towards Dior's body from both sides suddenly eased.

Dio smirked and grabbed the fat man's head with his left hand.

But at this moment, the fat man's mouth suddenly opened wide, and in the next moment, a bright flame instantly spread between the two, covering Dior's body with his head and face, so that he had no room to dodge at all.

Suddenly, the scorching heat surrounded him, threatening to burn him to a scorch.

Coax!

There was a loud cheer from the audience, and most of the shadow stream disciples were extremely excited.