There was silence in the audience, and even the hosts were speechless, they thought it would be a good fight, but it ended so quickly that they couldn't react at all.

Ye Sheng, who already has extremely high attributes, is even more crushing in the cyan field where he can use skills.

"Probably a batch of death row inmates will be brought over." The steward of the fighting arena under the ring muttered to himself, with such terrifying strength, is he really a level 20 assassin? And who would go on stage with such a normal contestant with brains!

This guy really didn't come to smash the field? No one likes to watch a fight that completely crushes or even kills in seconds!

During the cleaning of the ring, Ye Sheng was urgently called out of the ring, and the steward communicated with her with an ugly face, hoping that she could rein in her strength and make the fight look more exciting.

shrugged helplessly: "No one can withstand my blow, and no matter how relenting it is, it will be a second kill." ”

The steward stared at her feebly.

"Do you want to skip the field? Count me a 100-game winning streak, can you skip the bonus, and just play the blue field of 35, right? Being stared at by the management was a little uncomfortable, Ye Sheng thought about it and came up with an idea.

"No, it's not in order!" The management vetoed, level 20 directly went to the 35 field, what is this like, the established rules of the fighting arena cannot be easily broken.

"Then it can't be helped." Holding his chest with both hands, Ye Sheng leaned on the ring.

wrinkled his face, waved his hand speechlessly, signaled to continue the ring, and hurriedly left to discuss the matter with the higher-ups.

A few people left the seats of the participants, and most of the rest just wanted to watch, and none of them were willing to go on stage, and many people also praised the previous fighters, and the decision he made was extremely correct.

If he had chosen to continue to defend just now, he would have been the one who had become a dead corpse and had been dragged away without dignity.

"That Yi Hao has a big backstage, and he is not afraid of getting into trouble." Someone whispered.

"Feng Feng is also an assassin, with such strength, will the background be weak?" The warrior looked back and said.

"Yes." The man nodded again and again, such a big difference in strength, as long as the assassin temple is not stupid, it will not favor Yi Hao, after all, people are in the ring by themselves.

Ye Sheng returned to the ring, and the fighting arena temporarily pulled out the death row prisoners.

The death row prisoner walked into the ring with an expressionless face, he couldn't see the ring, and he didn't know Ye Sheng's strength like others, except for being slightly surprised when he saw his opponent's dress when he first entered the ring.

The shackles on his body were unfastened, and the death row prisoner was given two long swords from the attendant.

The originally lifeless eyes suddenly lit up when he picked up the double swords, and stabbed at Ye Sheng with great sharpness, without any fancy movements, the long sword slashed in front of him, pointed diagonally at the ground, and walked towards Ye Sheng step by step.

"Assassins? Do you want to be invisible? At the same time, he observed her, saw the two daggers in her hands, and asked.

"Not necessarily." Standing sideways, he raised his dagger, holding it in front of him, and pointing it at the death row prisoner opposite him on the side of his face.

The corners of the death row prisoner's lips rose slightly, and gradually solidified, his eyes were cold and sharp, and with a little crazy color, as a character who licked blood from the knife edge in the past, when Ye Sheng made a move, and the sharpness between his eyebrows was revealed, he knew that he was a fierce opponent in front of him.

But he is a death row inmate, a person who has already stepped into the ghost gate with one foot, whether he died a few days earlier, or saw the light of day again, to breathe the fresh air outside the death row, and watched the first battle.

Pursing his lips, the death row prisoner was not interested in saying some superfluous nonsense, and waved his long sword, the blade of the sword gradually turned red, with a string of red streamers, and the flames ignited when he slashed at Ye Sheng.

Raising the dagger to block the long sword, the palm of his hand felt the hot breath, and the sound of sparks bursting could be heard between the friction of the blade.

Another long sword was picked up from the bottom up, and it was also opened by Ye Sheng, taking a step forward directly, straight to the throat.

While putting away his sword to protect his vital point, the death row prisoner wanted to retreat with a solemn face, whether it was strength or speed, this assassin was stronger than him.

However, due to the difference in speed, he only barely used the hilt of his sword to block the incoming dagger, but at the cost of cutting off all three of his fingers.

"Dangchang"

He naturally couldn't hold the long sword when his fingers were cut off, and the moment of death was only a few centimeters away from him, he abandoned the sword and retreated, but he knew that he had fully appreciated Ye Sheng's strength, and he knew that he would not live a few more seconds like this.

The three severed fingers fell inconspicuously with beads of blood, rolling twice on the ground and stained with dust.

He had been on death row for a long time and did not see the light of day, and there was no blood on his face, and at this time he was even more pale, holding a sword in front of him, and the broken wound of his other hand was still bleeding.

During the confrontation, suddenly Ye Sheng's whole person disappeared in place, and the death row prisoner's pupils dilated for a moment, and he turned his wrist and stabbed the blade of the sword behind him.

But at that moment, a cold light as white as snow quietly slid across his throat, and Ye Sheng's figure appeared beside him, and then the figure flashed and appeared ten meters away.

The onslaught, which lost its target, ended up displacing only twice.

The death row inmate opened his mouth but could not make any sound, the light in his eyes darkened, and blood lines appeared in his throat, and then blood rushed out of the wound, staining the gray prison clothes in front of him.

With a wave of his hand, he shook off the blood beads on the dagger, and the death row prisoner also fell forward weakly, closed his eyes, and the blood spread silently from under him.

"Whew." The host standing on the high platform exhaled lightly, he watched the battle for only a few seconds with bated breath, looking at the female assassin standing quietly on the edge of the ring, he always felt that any words were superfluous at this time.

But he still had to speak: "Look! This is our 100-game winning streak winner in the green field, and no one can walk through two moves in her hands! No one will be her opponent, and she even arranges her opponent's death! ”

"Oh!" Ye Sheng, who was standing in the ring in black, looked low-key, but she was full of dazzling, even if the battle was clean and neat, the audience had nothing to watch, but she could contract the highlights alone, and the audience still cheered.

lifted the corner of her clothes and wiped the dagger, and a strand of broken hair on her forehead fell down, and she casually picked it up behind her ear.

There was another cheer in the audience, which made her a little surprised, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes and turn her head to glance up.

The body of the death row prisoner was dragged out of the ring, and the pool of blood was wiped haphazardly, leaving a bright red mark on the blood-stained ring.

The face of the next death row prisoner on stage was not as calm as the previous one, but it was very ugly, and even looked like death.

Because he saw with his own eyes that the man who had been in prison longer than himself, and who was even stronger than himself, had only come out not long ago.

But so soon, the battle was over, and the man standing in the ring was obviously not the previous death row inmate.

He was secretly frightened, which of the death row prisoners was not a heinous crime and committed a major murder case, and his strength was not weak, but the battle ended too quickly, and the female assassin who stood quietly in the ring with a restrained breath was unharmed, not even a little damage to her clothes.

There was no duel yet, but he already knew that he had no chance of winning.