Hearing his words, Obese middle-aged man's face slightly changed. He wanted to let the others grab all the food that was allocated today and not let Dean eat. At night, he would let the others take turns to consume Dean's spirit, not letting him sleep. When Dean's energy was exhausted, he could easily dispose of him. He didn't expect the two jailers to complicate matters.
Fatty's eyes showed ruthlessness. Although he was angry at the two jailers for being nosy, he was not afraid. Let alone a wounded child, even if it was a strong wolf, he would dare to pounce on it and bite it a few times.
"Let's start." The jailer who knew Dean said with a smile: "If there is no winner, then both of you will eat dirt."
Fatty took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the mat. Although there was a dull pain on his feet, but in the face of a real battle, he was able to restrain himself. Step by step, he steadily walked towards Dean.
Dean leaned against the cage. His whole body was aching. He frowned as he looked at Fatty slowly approaching. He suddenly looked up at the jailer: "Can I admit defeat?"
The jailer smiled: "Little guy, you'd better not spoil my mood. Everyone is watching. You can rest assured that this fat pig won't dare to kill you. Only we can execute scum like you!"
Fatty squeezed his fist and grinned: "Boy, you should beg for mercy from me. Call me ancestor and I will give you one less punch!"
Dean took back his eyes, sighed and murmured: "Unfortunately, I don't want such a stupid descendant like you."
"You are courting death!" Fatty's face twitched. His eyes were full of anger and killing intent. But he was not provoked and careless. He was well aware of the role of the people who could enter this prison. He immediately took a deep breath and aimed at Dean's shoulder injury. His eyes flashed slightly. He suddenly lifted his foot and swept out.
Whoosh!
The wind whistled and the momentum was great.
Dean stared at him coldly like a tiger on the ground. He looked at the foot and slightly raised his arm.
Seeing him raise his arm, Fatty's foot suddenly stopped. It was a feint attack!
Dean's arm also fell.
The obese middle-aged man secretly sneered in his heart. Fight with me? He lifted his leg again, and it was another powerful kick.
Dean saw him lift his foot and raised his arm slightly.
The fat middle-aged man retracted his foot once again and feigned another attack.
He walked a few steps, changed his angle, and raised his leg to kick again. Again, it was a feint.
These seven or eight consecutive kicks were all feints. As the saying goes, nothing happens more than three times. After so many feints, no one would be able to tell if the opponent's next attack would be a real one. The advantage of feigning an attack was that it could deceive the opponent into fully concentrating on defense every time. This was very taxing on one's stamina, energy, and patience.
The difference between a defenseless person and a prepared person was like heaven and earth.
"Fat pig, can you do it?"
"You're so timid. You're indeed fat but your heart is weak!"
The people in the other cells next to him jeered. Although their words were full of ridicule, but all of them secretly cursed the fat pig for being cunning. To deal with an injured kid, he still used such a dirty trick.
However, thinking of the previous words of the jailer, no one dared to despise Dean. On the first day, he let the jailer go out lying on the ground. Such a character was extremely difficult to deal with.
The obese middle-aged man was not affected by the others at all. He did not decide to attack because of the ridicule of others. However, his face showed a very angry look. Almost all the onlookers in the other cells thought that he really could not stand the provocation and would attack. However, when they saw that it was another feint, everyone suddenly lost their temper. Even the ridicule felt boring.
Fatty raised his foot seven or eight times in a row to feint.
Dean's breathing was getting heavier and heavier. Perhaps it was because he was too tired. Sometimes when he saw Fatty's kick, he was too lazy to defend.
Suddenly, the obese middle-aged man's leg swept out in the same posture as before.
The moment he kicked, Fatty's small eyes revealed a strong killing intent.
Everyone thought that the kick was a feint attack and would be withdrawn halfway. However, this time it didn't. Instead, it directly kicked Dean's shoulder, which made everyone's heart shiver.
Dean, who had been panting slightly, suddenly stopped panting at this moment. Previously, he was almost powerless to lift his arm, but this time he suddenly raised it. Like an eagle's claw, he accurately grabbed Fatty's foot and pulled it out of the cell!
At this time, everyone suddenly noticed that Dean's arm had stretched out through the iron pillar of the cell!
This pull directly pulled Fatty's foot out from the middle of the iron pillar. The latter suddenly fell to the ground due to a big split. His body lost balance and fell to the ground.
Dean clenched his teeth in pain because of the nail in his shoulder blade. He suddenly rushed out from his sitting position. When the opponent fell to the ground, his left hand grabbed his hair and fiercely threw him to the ground.
Originally, under the penetration of the nail in his shoulder blade, his arms were not only in pain, but also unable to exert strength. However, after the previous slow sensing, Dean found that his left hand could still exert strength. Previously, he had relied on the strength of his left hand to repel the others!
His left hand was eroded by the cold crystal, so he couldn't feel it. Although the internal muscles would still affect the nail in his shoulder blade, he could exert the same strength as before. However, the greater the eruption of strength, the greater the impact of the nail and the heavier the pain would be.
However, he knew that this was the hope that he had to grasp. A strong desire to survive made him almost explode in pain and burst out with all his strength.
Bang, the fat middle-aged man's forehead hit the ground hard, especially the split posture, which almost made him faint from the pain. The pain in his waist, spine and crotch made him want to scream. Although he had done a lot of bad things, it did not mean that he could bear great pain.
Dean clenched his teeth and grabbed his hair. He didn't wait for him to grab back, and his fingers suddenly poked out!
Puff! Almost at the same time, the index and middle fingers of his left hand deeply inserted into Fatty's eye sockets. The two eyeballs were suddenly squeezed out. But Dean's fingers were clasped down, tightly clasping the eyeballs left and right.
"Ah!"
Fatty almost went crazy from the pain. He raised his arms and punched randomly.
A punch hit Dean's abdomen, affecting the previous injuries caused by torture. Dean's face turned pale. Seeing that his eyes were blind, he immediately loosened his fingers, took a few steps back, fell to the ground, and gasped for breath.
His best opportunity was to take the initiative to sneak attack when the opponent feigned an attack.
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