When the gunshots rang out, Dio suddenly felt a sense of danger trembling.

Although Dio looks like he still has the strength to fight, he knows that his condition can be said to be extremely bad. Temple's trick secret force is not so comfortable, it can be said that there is only a slight difference between the victory and defeat of the two people, since Temple is dead and dead, then Dio is also not good to take it, and it is just a strong physique and extraordinary muscle control ability.

So when there was a gunshot and it was directed at him, his brain reacted, but his body's response was obviously a little lagged, so he could barely raise his right arm, which was still intact, in front of his face.

With a snap, a little blood splashed out of his right arm, and he first felt an itchy tingle like a mosquito bite in his arm, which turned into a sharp pain after a while, making him who already looked very weak and couldn't help but shake his body, and the injuries all over his body began to ache faintly after being shot this time, and began to have some uncontrollable tendencies.

But this is not the end, just when Dior's control of his body has a slight deviation, another gunshot like the sound of firecrackers happened to come, which made his heart tense suddenly.

At this moment, a violent whistling sound sounded in vain, and the last one overshadowed the sound of the gunshot.

Syllable!

A palm-sized masonry appeared on the trajectory of the bullet at some point, just in time to stop the bullet, the masonry was shattered instantly, and the bullet also deviated from its original trajectory, hitting the ground at Dior's feet obliquely, raising a little dust.

Before he had time to think about what was going on, Dio took advantage of this opportunity to rush towards the place where the gunfire came, and saw Wells holding a pistol at him in a panic, and it was he who suddenly shot with the intention of shooting Dior.

Bang!

Another bullet flew head-on, but this time Dio had already reacted, and lowered his body a moment before Wells pressed the trigger, and then saw the trajectory pass over his right shoulder, leaving a scorch mark on Dio's skin, but this did not affect Dio's forward speed at all, and the distance between the two sides was greatly shortened in a few steps.

Seeing Wells retreat and prepare to continue shooting, an extremely strong anger rose from Dio's heart.

He took a deep breath, his ribcage bulging violently, and then spit out violently.

Roar!

A high, violent roar rushed towards him, causing Wells, who bore the brunt of the attack, to buzz in his ears, as if a huge bronze bell had been struck in his ears, making him feel numb all over, and his blood was chaotic, and he didn't know which direction the bullet he barely fired.

Dio took the opportunity to pounce, like a tiger pounced on a sheep, his right hand easily knocked away Wells's arm that he was trying to block in a hurry, and his open big hand directly grabbed Wells's face, and then the muscles of his right hand suddenly bulged up, pressing Wells's head and smashing it to the ground.

Boom!

The ground that was hit cracked in an instant, and Wells's head burst straight open like a falling watermelon, and the red and white splashed far away.

This sequence of events was actually only five or six seconds, and it was only at this point that the others on the sidelines reacted. The disciples on the side of the Gray Scale Martial Arts Hall immediately scolded Wells for breaking the rules, while the people on the side of Remy Huntton Company were a little at a loss, on the one hand, they were shocked by Wells's move to break the rules that were recognized as very sacred to martial artists, and on the other hand, Wells, as the leader, also died extremely tragically in Dior's counterattack, and he didn't know how to deal with this situation for a while.

After a while, the eyes of the Remy Hangton Company were all on Puran who was standing at the forefront, apparently taking him as a leader who could make decisions.

WhewW......

Dio took a few quick breaths, then slowly stood up and looked at the nearest Puran.

"You just threw the rock?"

"It's a gesture. Puran smiled nonchalantly, "Being killed by a sneak attack bullet is an insult to you and me as warriors." ”

"Thank you. Looking at this enemy, who might be more threatening than Temple, Dior's eyes softened slightly, "It looks like these people are all headed by you now, how about it?

To Dior's surprise, Puran shook his finger directly: "No, no, no, I'm not from their company, and I promised this guy......" He casually pointed to Wells on the ground, and continued: "Only one shot, that time has been used, now I don't need to continue to help them do these boring things." ”

Hearing Puran say this, Dio was slightly disappointed and a little glad, with his current physical condition, there was almost no chance of winning against the intact Puran.

"However, I'm still very interested in having a fight with you......" Puran's next words made the atmosphere in the arena a little tense, but his tone changed again, "It's just that I hope that you are in your prime for the fight, and in your current situation, it doesn't mean anything to me." ”

"What do you mean?" Dior squinted at the somewhat strange fellow.

To be honest, he can understand the mood of a person like Puran who is obsessed with martial arts, but the difference is that he estimates that if he is in Puran's current situation, his decision must be to take the opportunity to completely eliminate the strong enemy in a low state, and will never give the other party a chance to get up again, which is extremely realistic, and Puran seems to be a little idealistic, this is the essential difference between him and Puran.

However, Puran is such a person, which is not a blessing for Dior.

In the face of Dior's questioning, Puran just took out a crimson letter from his pocket and threw it directly at Dior.

Dior stretched out his right hand and grabbed it, looking at the letter in his hand was extremely exquisite, I don't know what kind of dye was used, which made the letter look like it was smeared with a layer of crystal powder, and as soon as it was picked up, it continued to spill light dust scattered like smoke, but in fact it was just a special refraction formed by the surface of the letter and the surrounding light, and there was no real powder scattered.

This is an invitation.

Dior looked at it and came up with the answer.

The invitation, which was folded in half on two pages, opened with a few lines written on it, said that the holder of the invitation was invited to attend an event called the Ronbu Society.

"What is this?" Dior cast a puzzled look at Puran.

"This is a meeting between fellow practitioners, and your master will explain it to you. It's three months from now, and I hope I can have a really good time with you when the time comes. ”

"I will definitely go. Dior put away the invitation and took a deep breath, "Also, I owe you a life today, and if I win you then, I will spare your life." ”

"Haha......" Puran was slightly stunned, then laughed, "I'm looking forward to that moment." Then he turned and walked away, without stopping at all.

Seeing Puran leaving, the people from the Remy Henton Company quickly ran out and left in the direction that Puran left, and the rest of the people from the Remy Henton Company looked at me and I looked at you for a while, and then put away Wells' body and left the martial arts hall silently.

Soon, the place was cleared.

At this time, the disciples of the Gray Scale Martial Arts Hall cheered excitedly, and surrounded Dio, the greatest hero who had preserved the Martial Arts Hall.

Dio looked up at the sky, and the bright and cold moonlight sprinkled down, enveloping him, reflecting the milky white brilliance around him, like a dream.

He clenched his fists, and his slender body seemed even more cold and hard in the moonlight, indestructible.