Jin Zhiming regretted it. He regretted it very much! If he had not been so arrogant before, perhaps Chu Rui, who did not have a deep hatred for Country H, would not have been so extreme. However, there was no medicine for regret in this world. All of this was Jin Zhiming's own fault. Everything stemmed from his pitiful and sad ambition. There was the first time, but Chu Rui would not be so polite the second time. This sad child happened to meet Chu Rui the second time when his emotions were a little out of control. Even the heavens had destined his tragedy. How could he reverse it?
Jin Zhiming was in despair. He was really in despair. If he had known that such a situation would happen, he would rather die than go on stage. He fully understood that even if Chu Rui was only level 61 and his profession was only an ordinary third-class Thief, it was as easy as killing a fly. However, if he wanted to crush him, it would be easier than crushing an ant. He could do it with a single finger. What was so great about Jin Zhiming that he could defeat such a terrifying enemy? If he had known that things would turn out like this, he would not have participated in the battle. Glancing at his teammates who were crying and howling on the ground, Jin Zhiming's facial muscles could not help but twitch a few times. These were the next heirs of the big families in Country H. They had been pampered since they were young, but now their legs had been cut off. Listening to the extremely miserable screams, Jin Zhiming could not imagine how painful it was.
Because of his own ambition and greed, he chose to be high-profile when he met Chu Rui in the first individual competition. Because he had absolute confidence in himself. As long as he could destroy Chu Rui, he would be able to soar to the sky. He, who was only a king in Country H and a national idol, would instantly become the supreme existence that affected the whole world. However, now it seemed that he was so stupid. Compared to his teammates who were already paralyzed, Jin Zhiming had experienced it once and knew more about Chu Rui's horror. However, this time, because of Chu Rui's sudden drop in level, coupled with the disappearance of the unpredictable profession. Therefore, he had a little confidence. In addition to his own life and the fate of his family, Jin Zhiming had no way out.
Get rid of the Chinese team?
No matter how arrogant Jin Zhiming was, he had never thought about it. His initial plan was to kill Rui, and take revenge for what he had done to Rui. Perhaps the President would give him a chance on account of killing Sly Hand, who was at the peak of his power. However, he now realized how ridiculous this idea was.
Sly Hand was Sly Hand after all. How could he be so easily killed?
Looking at Chu Rui, who looked like a demonic god with a heavy aura and killing intent surging towards him, Jin Zhiming found that he was almost unable to move. This terrifying aura was suppressing him to the point that he couldn't even move?
"I admit …"
There was no other way! Jin Zhiming was in despair! His fate was almost certain, and his family would be affected as well. They would be suppressed from being at the peak of their power in Country H to an unknown state. The former number one family in H Country would probably be reduced to a third-rate family, or even cease to exist. The other families who had been eyeing them covetously would definitely not let go of this opportunity. However, what else could he do now? He was going to die anyway! He didn't want to die too painfully. If his legs were to be chopped off like his teammates, he would rather end his own life. Moreover, based on his hatred towards Chu Rui, he might even be turned into a human stick. Even though he had adjusted the pain to the lowest. However, as a high-level player, he knew that the Pain Masking was ineffective. Looking at the blood all over the ground, Chu Rui knew that the Blood Masking was ineffective, and those idiots were screaming louder than the other. The Pain Masking was ineffective as well.
In order to suffer less, Jin Zhiming decided to give up! However, if he wanted to give up, would Chu Rui agree to it? Naturally, he wouldn't just let such a good tool to vent his anger fly away!
In an instant, Chu Rui's figure flashed. He immediately changed his imposing manner and walked step by step. In an instant, he displayed an extraordinary speed. In the blink of an eye, he came to Jin Zhiming's side and slapped him fiercely. Jin Zhiming was about to spit out the third word when he was about to say it.
Jin Zhiming's cheek was slapped by Chu Rui, and the powerful force sent him flying. Jin Zhiming's face seemed to have been hit by a brick. His entire face was flat, and his nose was at the same level as his mouth.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
Jin Zhiming's body bounced a few times in the ring and slid for more than ten meters before stopping.
Don't underestimate Chu Rui's slap. His strength was off the charts, and it was a real injury. Therefore, Jin Zhiming's right cheek and nose were directly deformed, and his body was also bruised by the violent friction.
Chu Rui once again walked over step by step. The place that had been howling one after another suddenly became strangely quiet.
Seeing the Great Demon King Rui walking over, the Koreans who were still screaming all bit their lips, trying their best not to make a sound. In the past, they were all glamorous existences. Wherever they went, they were incomparably dazzling. But at this moment, they couldn't wait to directly drill into a hole and desperately weaken their presence.
Chu Rui didn't pay any attention to these dregs. He went straight to Jin Zhiming, who had been sent flying by his slap.
"Ah …"
A very high-pitched scream came out of Jin Zhiming's mouth. That scream was so mournful that everyone who heard it was shocked and instantly mourned for this kid.
Chu Rui's scream fiercely stepped on Jin Zhiming's hand. The flexibility of the Boots of Imprisonment was only for Chu Rui, who was the owner of the Boots of Imprisonment, but it wasn't so good for others. The boots were made of special metal, leather, and silk, plus Chu Rui's strength. In an instant, Jin Zhiming's skin was broken. His skin was seriously damaged, his bones were crushed, and his blood, which was squeezed by a powerful force, jumped out of his skin and splashed on the ground.
Damn, it really hurts!
Everyone looked at this situation and couldn't help but twitch their faces. As if it was happening to them, they felt that their hands were a little strange. Damn, it hurts just to look at it. How painful would it be for Jin Zhiming, who was really close to it?
"Clap, clap, clap, clap …"
Four consecutive crisp sounds rang out, and Rui had already crippled Jin Zhiming's four limbs at an incomparably fast speed. The hard bones were completely crushed under Chu Rui's light step. The bone dregs pierced into the flesh and blood vessels. Not only did it make Jin Zhiming's limbs extremely swollen in an instant, but blood also seeped out of his skin. The whole scene was extremely tragic and terrifying.
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