Chapter 796 Are you the God of Killing?

   Obviously he wanted to look right to Mu Jingdeng, but it turned out to be more like him.

  Really, unable to complain.

Because Feng Yi started to publicize that the Killing Gods will fight in the open-air boxing stadium two days ago, the streets were already crowded with many people. Yuan Lin, who was afraid of being washed away, grabbed the corner of Zhou Qiyang's clothes and followed closely. He was worried that he would not be able to see Brother Jing's game after he was lost for a while.

   Mujing did not let her teammates replace her this time. Before entering the ring, she bowed her head in the crowd, reached out and wiped her face, and a skull mask that was very different from her dressing style was hung on her face.

   Amid the chatter of the surrounding people, he stepped over the isolation belt, put his hands in his pockets, and walked leisurely to the middle of the arena to stand.

   She asked Skull not to let out the secluded fire, but it hung in the skeleton's eye socket, like the eye of hell.

Many people were frightened by the strange combination on her body, and then there were rounds of discussions. Some people suspected that she was being grandstanding, some people satirized her for fooling Xuanxu, and some people were curious about what material her mask was made of. Where did you get it, it looks so cool, they want one too.

   Feng Yi, who had been talking to the referee, saw someone standing on the ring and was taken aback by the mask, and then he realized that it was Mu Jing.

   He asked the referee to wait first, while he walked up to Mu Jing and said, "What are you doing with your face in your face?"

   "Low-key."

  "..." This will only be more high-profile, right?

   "You wear so youthful, yet wear a skull mask to tell me to be low-key?"

   "No magic cloak and tutu."

  Feng Yi was speechless.

"The person you are comparing with this time is called Daliang, and the ten-game winning streak is a game, so take it easy yourself." After speaking, he handed Daliang's information to her, "He also has a copy of yours in his hand. Not cheating."

   Mu Jing raised his eyebrows, looked at the scribbled handwriting on it, and after a quick read, said, "The dual abilities of earth and fire, aren't they good?"

   "I've seen it a few times, and he doesn't use his abilities much, but every time he uses them, they are very natural and smooth, unlike other abilities that require a pause before they can be released."

   "He hasn't arrived yet?"

   "It is said to be nervous diarrhea, and it will come in a while."

   She returned the information to Feng Yi and said, "Apart from him, no one else has challenged?"

   "Your request is ten consecutive victories. Even if there is a fight with you, that number has not yet come, but if you take the initiative to ask for a fight with them, I can arrange it for you now."

  Her gimmicks are the biggest in boxing hands. A group of old men are tired of watching men fight, so they want to see some female boxers.

   "No arrangement, just this ten-game winning streak."

   Mujing just mentioned it casually, but it definitely didn't mean to make trouble for himself.

   About two minutes later, Da Liang, who was wearing a racer vest, appeared on the ring.

   With his appearance, deafening roars erupted around him instantly, and some people even pulled up banners for him with the words "Come on, Brother Liang" written in black letters!

   Yuan Lin, who tried his best to get to the front, saw it, and said a little unconvinced: "Brother Yang, we should also get a banner!"

   "What do you do? Write a beauty, come on?"

   "...then forget it."

The atmosphere on the field was not that serious. Da Liang, who was full of tendon and flesh, looked at his chest and was dressed in pink and tender, but the girl with this skull mask on her face said, "You are the God of Killing. ?"

   (end of this chapter)