Ping!
Seven Kills pulled his hand back just in time. Under the protection of the glove, his hand caught the hidden blade.
"Stop fooling around …" Seven Kills shot a cold glare at him like he was announcing … that he was going to get serious.
Xiao Tan pulled on his wrist and snapped the hidden blade in half. He broke free from his opponent's control and slashed with his claws.
Bang!
This was the sound of a fist hitting flesh.
However, it sounded more like a moving car had hit a cow.
Xiao Tan had just raised his hand when Seven Kills' fist landed on his chest.
The punch arrived first, and it was as fast as lightning.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Wang Tanzhi's mouth, and his body flew backward.
At that moment, everyone who was watching the match was silent. They held their breath and looked at the screen, thinking back to that horrifying punch.
Seven Kills' punch was not a skill. He had only activated his Soul's Eye — Ultimate Punch.
The effect of this Soul's Eye was simple and direct. It allowed him to throw out the strongest punch that he could. It could be seen as a weakened version of Passing Rain's Extreme Efficiency.
Of course, the weaker the effect, the lower the consumption. After Seven Kills activated Ultimate Punch, his mental power consumption was naturally not as high as Passing Rain's.
A gust of evening wind blew across the Wilderness …
Xiao Tan fell to the ground. He still had thirty-six percent of his Life Points left. His broken ribs cut through his organs, and he was inflicted with the bleeding effect that could not be removed with bandages.
That strike from before had practically shattered his chances of victory.
The moment he was hit, Xiao Tan's breathing and blood froze like ice. In his eyes, at that moment, time seemed to have stopped … He didn't even feel any pain. He only felt the scenery in his line of sight turn sluggish, and then, he floated backwards … When he came back to his senses, he had already fallen to the ground. Only at this moment did the pain that spread throughout his whole body surge up in waves.
Fear … was so familiar. He had experienced it before. That was a long time ago … He had also fallen to the ground like this, helplessly watching a tall shadow walk toward him.
The feeling of deja vu was so blurry, but so clear …
…
Ten years ago, S City.
In an alley, four hooligans in their twenties were ganging up on a junior high school student who was much smaller than them.
In the corner of the dead end, there was another boy in a junior high school uniform curled up. It was a slightly chubby child with a face full of freckles. His expression was filled with fear and cowardice. Even though he knew that the violence in front of him was caused by him, he did not dare to say a word.
"Tsk … it seems like there's no reaction anymore." One of the thugs said.
Another person continued, "You're just a kid in junior high school. How dare you meddle in my business?"
The youth who had been beaten up was lying on his side on the ground, unable to move. However, he had not completely fainted.
Seeing this, the four men stopped punching and kicking and took out cigarettes to light.
"Hey … Fatty." One of the thugs turned to the boy in the corner and asked, "Do you know him?"
"I … I don't know him," Fatty replied timidly.
"Ha!" Hearing this, the man kicked the young man on the ground again. "Motherf * cker! Was there something wrong with his brain? Did he think that he was a hero? Hahaha … "
"Phew …" His companion next to him blew out a cigarette and said, "I've only heard of heroes saving beauties. I've never seen a hero saving a pig."
With this remark, the four men burst into laughter.
A few seconds later, one of them spat on the ground and stepped on the head of the young man on the ground. "Kid, you've got guts. You actually dared to come over …" He pointed at the fatty in the corner with the cigarette in his hand. "That kid volunteered to be our ATM. What the f * ck does it have to do with you!"
It turned out that the beaten young man saw the four thugs extorting money and tried to stop them.
"Yo! Wait a minute, I just found out. This kid's shoes are branded. "One of them said," This costs more than a thousand dollars a pair. "
"Let me see … it can't be fake, right?" Another person said.
"Hmph … doesn't look like it." That person said, "Look at this kid. He's fair and clean. Other than his uniform, everything else on him is branded …" He paused for a moment and sneered, "Maybe he's the son of a rich family?"
"Oh, a rich second generation?" Another person said.
"Heh … this young master, you must think you're very noble, right?" One of the thugs squatted down and grabbed the young man's hair. "I despise hypocritical dogs like you the most." He got up and walked a few steps and picked up a rusty iron pipe.
"Hey … don't kill him." Even his companion was a little panicked. After all, the young man was beaten to the point of shock. If they hit him with a hard object, something bad might happen.
"Heh heh … don't worry." That thug picked up the iron pipe and walked toward the young man. He sneered, "Mr. Perfect, you like to be a hero and be in the limelight, right? I'll ruin your face today so that you won't be handsome in the future. "As he said that, he raised the iron pipe …
Five minutes later …
Feng Bujue, wearing the same uniform as Wang Tanzhi, appeared at the entrance of the alley. He was still muttering, "Ah … I was left to copy books again … Xiao Tan should have already gone back by himself …"
As he mumbled to himself, his eyes accidentally wandered down the alley. This one glance almost caused the blood in Feng Bujue's body to flow backward.
He saw … his best friend Wang Tanzhi, holding an iron pipe and whipping an adult's head.
That adult was lying on the ground, his right leg was spasming and twitching … but he didn't make any sound. Perhaps … he couldn't make any sound.
In the alley, there were three other adults lying on the ground. Their faces were all covered in blood and they were lying motionless on the ground. Their limbs were all strangely bent. It was obvious that they were all broken …
"Hey! Hey! "Feng Bujue shouted as he ran forward.
Xiao Tan heard him and raised his head to look at his Brother Jue.
Feng Bujue still couldn't forget that scene … it was an expression that he had never seen on Wang Tanzhi's face before.
That face was calm and dejected, as if he had seen through the world of mortals. This was not an expression that a young man should have.
The blood that splattered on his face hadn't dried yet, but he didn't care … and without any mercy, he continued to swing the iron pipe at a defenseless person's head again and again.
Feng Bujue clearly saw that in Wang Tanzhi's pupils … there was a strange red glow …
…
"I didn't expect you to force me to use this move …" Seven Kills walked toward Xiao Tan. "This is a trump card that I prepared for the Battle of the Butterfly …" He sighed. "It's praiseworthy. But … I still have to say … in terms of fighting, I don't think I'll lose to anyone, so … I'm sorry! "
He raised his arm and swung a punch at Xiao Tan, who was lying on the ground.
But … this punch also hit nothing.
"Hmm?" Seven Kills was surprised. "Can you still move?" He raised his head to look for his opponent. "Or should I say … you haven't given up yet?"
"Haha …" A cold laugh, a strange cold laugh. "You don't think you'll lose to anyone in terms of fighting?" Xiao Tan's tone changed. It became exceptionally arrogant. "You?"
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