Virtue is Abundant
Chapter 133: Kill the enemy!
in front of the ring.
More than 100 A-brand professionals took on defensive postures one after another.
Everyone puts on a strong armor.
The soldier is on the outermost side.
The remote occupations are all hiding on the inside.
The long-haired man personally pointed out the defensive formation, and finally nodded in satisfaction.
"There are more than 100 people in the defense, naturally it is not so easy to break through. Don't worry about it now, that kid will die."
he said.
"It's boring, it's a waste of time for us two strong titles to stay here." The dwarf said.
"I knew that I would let him pass the assessment casually, and then I would fight him in person and kill him directly." The long-haired man said.
Looking at the dozens of heads in the ring, he felt a little regretful in his heart.
So many subordinates died.
A lot of things that are going on will be affected.
At that time, I noticed that the tone of "Death" was quite annoyed, and I couldn't understand it for a while.
Now I understand.
This kind of person should be killed directly.
You must not give him a chance to leave, otherwise you will regret it!
The more the long-haired man thought about it, the more angry he became. He said, "Go, bring our execution rack."
"Yes, boss."
Several subordinates responded quickly.
Soon.
A huge, pure black iron frame about three people in height was moved to the front of the ring.
"After three hours, he will be invisible." The long-haired man said.
"Boss means—"
"It's here, stripped, cut alive, burned, until he dies."
"Yes."
Everyone looked at the huge iron frame, and fear gradually emerged in their hearts.
at this time.
Wu Xiaode was actually there.
He stood on the wall not far away, surrounded by the silent magic fog, quietly watching this scene.
tsk—
Things are a bit difficult.
The knife that I picked up is very ordinary, and the light of the knife can barely be seen.
He doesn't even have a sword.
Last time, I had to use "Thousand Hands, Violent Kill" to gather a little sword light and cut off the soul of the dead man with a sword.
"Anti-God Evil God"
At present, the combined defense of this hundred people can't be broken unless they use a thousand hands.
Do you want to use a thousand hands?
In that world that is about to be destroyed, it doesn't matter if no one sees it.
It's in plain sight here.
The ability to press the bottom of the box is also planned to deal with a strong man like the long-haired man in the future. If he sees it in advance, will it make him alert in advance?
Then think of another way.
It's really impossible to use a thousand hands.
Other ways...
Wu Xiaode sat down on the fence and thought hard.
first--
This feature of showing location every ten minutes is really annoying.
How does it know where it is?
Yup!
I have the skills of the kingdom of death on me, and neither the Cyclops nor the "Death God" can detect it. Why can you know my position on your side?
Wu Xiaode closed his eyes and thought for a few breaths, then suddenly took out the number plate and studied it over and over.
Two lines of small characters suddenly appeared on the number plate:
"This information terminal has turned on the real-time location display."
"If you close this terminal, it is equivalent to defeat in the arena, and it will be directly attributed to the kingdom of death."
It means you will die if you don't let me share my location.
Wu Xiaode was a little overjoyed when he saw it.
It turns out that this is how you discovered my location.
So--
I don't turn you off?
He put the number plate on the wall tile beside him.
The number plate immediately showed a new line of small characters:
"This number plate cannot be left."
"If you leave the body for more than three seconds, you will be reminded immediately. If you have been away for more than ten seconds, you will be warned once. If you collect two warnings, it means that you give up this arena and will be teleported to the world of death."
——It means that if you let me go, you will die.
It doesn't seem that way.
Then what else can be done?
Wu Xiaode took back the number plate, tilted his head and thought for a few breaths, his mind suddenly moved.
A bronze hand sticks out from the mist.
"Take it."
Wu Xiaode said silently in his heart.
Sure enough, the bronze hand came forward and took the number plate from him.
A line of small ice crystal characters appeared on the Book of the Undead:
"Your bronze hand can be regarded as an extension of your body, so it can hold the number plate instead of you."
Wu Xiaode immediately looked at the number plate.
I saw that there was no movement on the number plate, it seemed to acquiesce to the current situation.
There is a play!
In this case, the rules for sharing the position of the number plate will be clear!
Wu Xiaode looked at the time.
It's almost ten minutes.
The fog all over his body shook, and it quickly spread out in all directions.
The fog was intangible and invisible, and soon enveloped the entire arena.
"go."
Wu Xiaode said silently.
The bronze hand grabbed his number plate, fluttered, and finally stopped at the top of the ring.
The bronze hand paused for a while, then fell slowly.
At this time, Wu Xiaode took a closer look at the top-ranked professionals.
A burly man caught his attention.
This strong man seems to be extremely powerful, and no one dares to approach him. When someone glanced at him just now, he picked him up and slapped him.
The bronze hand wandered back and forth in the crowd, and finally landed next to a man beside the strong man, hiding between his legs.
time up.
The number plates began to show hiding places again.
Everyone subconsciously looked at their number plate——
"He's here!"
"This kid—"
"It's among us!"
"Oops, watch out for sneak attacks!"
The crowd was disturbed and shouted.
The strong man's roar suddenly covered all the voices: "It's him!"
He raised a fist the size of a sand bowl and smashed it hard at the face of the man beside him.
winter.
A muffled sound.
The man was caught off guard, and his head was exploded.
Everyone is silent.
Even the long-haired man under the ring couldn't help swallowing the "stop" in his throat.
——Everyone was killed.
Is it right to kill?
If that kid really got into the crowd and was beaten up with one punch, that would be a great achievement.
Everyone looked at the man's body, and then looked at their number plate.
As everyone knows, at the same moment when the strong man made his move, the bronze hand swayed and moved behind the strong man's buttocks.
So the result is—
"not good!"
"You got it wrong, he's the kid!"
"He deliberately confuses the public!"
"Kill him!"
The crowd shouted.
"Slow! Stop everyone!" the long-haired man shouted.
Everyone immediately shut up and stopped attacking
The strong man stood on the ring, his face pale and his legs trembling.
——He was surrounded by everyone, and he was about to be killed by the focus fire.
Still the boss is wise!
The strong man breathed a sigh of relief, opened his arms, and was about to signal that he would never disobey, when he suddenly felt something in his hands.
He unconsciously stretched out his hand and grasped it, only to realize that it was a knife.
The strong man hurriedly wanted to say something, but found that his hand was being held down by something, and waved forward.
The golden thread flew out from the blade and hit two professionals.
The whole place was silent.
The strong man hurriedly said, "Everyone—"
He tried his best to let go of his hand, but found that something was pinching his fingers so tightly that he couldn't let go of the knife handle.
He wanted to use the other hand to help again, but his crotch suddenly became cold, followed by a burning sensation beyond imagination.
It's just-
melt
rock
burst
Crack!
It turned out that the other bronze hand was behind his **** just now, holding the number plate tightly, pointing it into a gun, and sneaking a sneak attack.
Some parts are not just human weaknesses, but all mammals.
Wu Xiaode remembered that he once watched a scene of hyenas hunting.
Even a lion, under the siege of a group of hyenas, would only dare to sit on the ground with its buttocks, biting everywhere while escaping.
So the softness of this part is beyond imagination.
The strong man received this fatal blow, the expression on his face changed continuously, and he was suddenly speechless.
Everyone saw him with a strange expression, sweating all over his head, and raising the long knife in his hand again——
Do you want to let him kill?
"It's him! Kill him!"
The long-haired man roared.
Intensive casting and attack sounds resounded all around.
The strong man was taken away in a wave.
His body fell heavily to the ground.
Ten seconds to come!
Everyone's whereabouts became invisible again.
"Carry his body down!" the long-haired man shouted.
"Yes!"
Everyone responded, carried the body down, and placed it in front of the long-haired man.
The long-haired man squatted down and snorted softly, "This kind of clumsy strategy also wants to follow me—"
Before he finished speaking, he closed his mouth~lightnovelpub.net~ It's not right.
Totally wrong.
The long-haired man looked at the number plate in his hand.
I saw a line of small characters appearing on the number plate, motionless:
"City and street fighting continues."
Ongoing...
If the boy dies, the battle will naturally end.
But the battle continued.
In other words, the boy did not die.
The long-haired man's eyes twitched and his face became more and more hideous. He suddenly roared, "Admit defeat, you all admit defeat!"
Everyone was at a loss and didn't know why.
It was only when they realized that the battle was not over that they reacted.
The people who just killed were their own people.
It's all my own!
"Yes, boss."
"As ordered."
"I surrender."
All the professionals withdrew from the battle in dejection.
"Give him clearance?" the dwarf asked.
"Let him pass. Only when he passes can I kill him." The long-haired man said with murderous intent on his face.
