Ping Pong――

The hand of the Seven Kills was retracted in time, and the palm protected by the steel lock fist gloves firmly caught the Hidden Blade.

"Let's stop the nonsense" Seven Kills' eyes cast a cold gaze, as if announcing that he was going to be serious.

Xiao Si exerted his wrist, broke the Hidden Blade by himself, broke free from the opponent's control, and threw out the claw blade with his hand, slashing away.

Bang -

It's the sound of fists hitting flesh.

But it sounds more like a moving car hitting a cow.

Xiao Si's hand had just been raised, and the fist of Seven Kills had already hit him in the chest.

This punch came first, as fast as lightning.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of Wang Xizhi's mouth, and his figure flew upside down.

At this moment, everyone watching the game fell silent, and they looked at the screen with bated breath, reminiscing about the terrifying blow.

The punch of the Seven Kills is not a skill, he just opened his soul intent - "Supreme Fist"

The effect of this soul intent is simple and direct, that is, it allows him to play "the strongest punch that can be played with his own ability", which can be regarded as a weakened version of the "extreme efficiency" of the rain.

Of course, the effect is weaker, and the consumption is less. The mental power consumption after the Seven Kills turned on the "Supreme Fist" state is naturally not as high as that of the rain.

An evening breeze caressed over the wasteland

Xiao Si fell to the ground, his survival value still 36%, and his broken ribs cut his internal organs, leaving him with a [bleeding] effect that could not be lifted with a bandage.

The blow just now had almost shattered his victory.

At the moment of being hit, Xiao Si's breath and blood condensed like ice and snow. In his eyes, at that moment, time seemed to stand still and he didn't even feel pain, only felt the scenery in his sight stagnate, and then. When he came back to his senses, he had fallen to the ground, and the pain that spread all over his body came up in bursts.

Fear was so familiar, he seemed to have experienced it. It had been a long time before that he had fallen to the ground like this, watching helplessly as a tall figure approached him.

The feeling of déjà vu is so vague and so clear

Ten years ago, the city of S.

In an alley, four thugs in their twenties were beating up a junior high school student who was much thinner than them.

At the corner of this dead end. There was also another boy curled up in a junior high school uniform. It was a chubby, freckled child. His expression was full of fear and cringe, and even though he knew that the violence in front of him was caused by himself, he did not dare to say a word.

"I don't think there's any reaction anymore." One of the gangsters said.

Another person continued, "Obviously just a junior high school ghost, he dares to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs?" ”

The boy who had been beaten was lying on his side at this time, and he had been beaten to the point that he could not move, but he had not yet completely fainted.

Seeing this, the four stopped punching and kicking, and took out cigarettes one after another to light them.

"Hey the fat man." One of the thugs turned to the boy in the corner. "Do you know him?"

"No, I don't know." The fat man replied timidly.

"Hah!" When the man heard this, he kicked the young man on the ground again, "TMD!" Sick in the brain, when you are a hero? Hahaha"

"Whew," the companion next to him vomited. Flue. "I've only heard of heroes saving beauty, but I've never seen heroes save pigs."

As soon as these words came out, the four of them burst into laughter.

A few seconds later, one of them spat on the ground. Spittle. Kicked on the head of the young man on the ground, "Boy, you really have a kind." How dare you come here," he pointed at the fat man in the corner with his cigarette in his hand, "That kid is volunteering to be our ATM, it's your business!" ”

It turned out that the teenager who was beaten saw the four thugs blackmailing others and tried to come over to stop them.

"Phew! Wait, I just found out, this kid's shoes are a famous brand. One person said, "This costs more than 1,000 yuan a pair." ”

"I can't see if it's fake, right?" Another humane.

"Hmph, no." The man said, "You see that this kid is white and clean, except for the school uniform, he is a famous brand" He paused for a moment and sneered, "Isn't it a son of a rich family?" ”

"Oh, the rich second generation?" Another humane.

"Heh, this little master, you must think that you are very noble, right?" A thug squatted down and grabbed the boy's hair, "Lao Tzu looks down on you the most for a hypocritical dog." He got up and walked a few steps, picking up a rusty iron pipe.

"Hey, don't make a fuss." Even his accomplices were a little panicked, after all, the boy had been beaten to the point of shock, and if he hit him with a hard object, he was afraid that something would happen.

"Hehe, don't worry." The thug picked up the iron pipe, walked towards the young man, and sneered, "Gao Fushuai, you like to be heroes and show off, don't you?" Brother will ruin your face today first, so that you won't be handsome in the future. As he spoke, he lifted up the iron pipe

Five minutes later

Feng Bujue, who was wearing the same school uniform as Wang Sizhi, appeared at the mouth of the alley. He still had words in his mouth: "Ah, I was left to copy the book again, Xiao Si should have gone back by himself."

He muttered as his gaze casually swept into the alley, almost causing the blood to flow backwards from Feng Buyi's body.

He saw his sworn friend Wang sigh, holding an iron pipe in his hand, and slapping an adult's head.

The adult lay on his back on the ground, his right leg spasming and twitching, but he didn't make a sound, perhaps no more.

In the alley, there were three other adults, each with a bloody face, lying motionless on the ground. Their limbs were all bent in a very strange way, and they were obviously completely broken

"Hey! Feed! Feng Bujue roared as he ran ahead.

Xiao sighed and looked up at Brother Jue.

That scene, Feng Bujue has not forgotten it to this day, it was an expression that he had never seen on Wang Sizhi's face.

That face was calm and gloomy, as if he had seen through the red dust and read all the vicissitudes of life, which was not at all the expression that a teenager should have.

The drops of blood on his cheeks had not yet dried up, but he did not care and without the slightest mercy and struck the iron again and again at the head of a man who was powerless to resist.

Feng Bujue could see it clearly, and at that time, Wang Sizhi's pupils revealed a red glow

"I didn't expect to be forced by you to use this trick," Seven Kills walked towards Xiao Si, "This is a hole card that is ready to be left for the Battle of Butterflies," he sighed, "It is worthy of praise." But I still have to say that in martial arts, I don't think I can lose to anyone, so I'm sorry! ”

He raised his arm and threw a punch at the small sigh on the ground.

But this punch was also empty.

"Huh?" Seven kills and a stunned "Can you still move" He raised his head, looking for the opponent's position, "Or should I say that I haven't given up yet?" ”

"Hehe" sneered, weirdly sneered, "I think I don't lose to anyone in martial arts?" Xiao Xi's tone changed, and he became extremely arrogant, "It's up to you?" (To be continued......)