"Ha! Mad Dragon Locks the Pass!" Mad Dragon laughed. He was shocked by Brother Jue's words. Rationality once again took over his mind. His earlier impulsiveness disappeared and was replaced by calmness and quick reaction.
His body froze, and he switched from offense to defense. He controlled the reverse scales to surround his body. At the same time, he shouted and released his vital energy into the surroundings. One was to test the enemy's location, and the other was to disperse the smoke.
"Damn it … I almost fell into his trap …" Mad Dragon thought as he did. "This kid's foundation and kung fu are unpredictable, but I can see that … he is not fighting me in his best condition … He kept provoking me to make me finish him quickly …" While he was thinking, his eyes darted around, searching for Brother Jue's figure in the surrounding light and shadow. "Fighting with him in such a chaotic situation is exactly what he wants …" Thinking about this, Mad Dragon had a new strategy in his mind. "Humph … actually, he should be the one who is anxious. I don't need to fight him in close combat … I only need to choose a place with a wide view, defend, restrain, and wear him down … When his physical strength is almost exhausted, he will become agitated. Then, I will provoke him and bait him into killing me! "
The plan was set, and the smoke and dust dispersed.
Mad Dragon's laughter rose again. "Wahahahaha … Feng Bujue, I really have to thank you for your reminder!"
However, his laughter quickly came to an abrupt end.
"Hmm?" Mad Dragon looked around and then looked up at the sky. He realized that … he was the only one left on the training platform. "Where did he go?"
At this moment, below the platform, there were several people with high cultivation. Their expressions changed slightly. Among them … was Wind Mark.
"The winner has been decided." Uncle Feng closed his eyes and said in a low voice.
Before he finished, there was a sudden change on the platform!
Poof!
Then, he saw a kitchen knife neatly plunge into the back of Mad Dragon's heart. Kuang Long laughed. The leader of the Sinful Pit, who had an extraordinary cultivation base, was unexpectedly stabbed in the back like an ordinary person and his defence was easily broken.
Feng Bujue used [Swift as the Wind], [Move like Thunder], and [Must Break Defense Blade] to make this almost impossible thing possible.
"How … is this possible …" Mad Dragon's body stiffened as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I told you … you're very smart." Feng Bujue's voice rang out from behind Kuang Long. "To deal with ordinary people, one trick is enough. To deal with people who think they're smart, two traps are needed. But to deal with people like you who are really smart … at least three layers of schemes are needed …"
As he spoke, Brother Jue pushed the kitchen knife further forward, further crushing Mad Dragon's heart. "Delaying, infuriating, reminding … all kinds of unpredictable strategies … all for this attack."
"You …" Wild Dragon was speechless. His shock and anger … had already surpassed the scope of what words could describe.
"Quick? Or a tug of war? This question that you've overturned and reconsidered several times … is not important in itself. " Feng Bujue continued, "The important thing is … you've once again considered this unimportant question." He smiled evilly. "Ha … when you changed your mind for the third time, you chose to 'wait'. You were waiting for the smoke to disperse, waiting for me to appear, waiting for me to attack … Because after the fight just now, you thought that you had a certain understanding of my skills. You thought that it was impossible for me to do what you're doing now. And this … is the biggest mistake you've made in this battle. It's also the only mistake. "
"Cough …"
By the time Brother Jue finished speaking, Mad Dragon had already fallen to the ground. This evil leader only had one breath left.
"Hmm …" At this time, Feng Bujue pulled back his kitchen knife and looked at Mad Dragon with a sympathetic expression. "Sigh … You and I have fought. Since you're about to die, I should say a few words to comfort you."
He paused for half a second before changing the topic. "I'll keep this short … There are two things … One, I plan to gouge out your eyeballs and eat them. Two, even if you die, you won't be able to see your sister! Hahahaha … "
When he said that, Feng Bujue's expression turned from sadness to joy until he started to laugh maniacally.
Mad Dragon's laughter was' stabbed 'by these words, and he died with his eyes wide open.
"The battle is over." The moment Mad Dragon took his last breath, the beastly roar from the announcing statue started again. "Winner, Feng Bujue. Loser, Mad Dragon's laughter. "
Feng Bujue did not go back on his words. When the statue spoke, he put away the kitchen knife and took out Bell's Daily Knife. He started to gouge out his opponent's eyeballs.
Seeing this scene, the righteous people around the arena either cast sidelong glances, or were surprised, or glared angrily, or shook their heads and sighed … Even some of the villains who were known for their cruelty, as well as those who were both righteous and evil, also showed a dignified or disgusted expression.
"What the f * ck … Is there a need to go to that extent?" Seven Kills, who was below the stage, used a complicated gaze to look at Brother Jue on the stage and mumbled softly.
"Brother Jue … must have a purpose for doing this …" Xiao Tan, who stood to the side, heard that and added, "But what the actual purpose is … I'm afraid it's not something normal people like us can figure out."
"If we're talking about a purpose …" Seven Kills turned around and narrowed his eyes at Xiao Tan. "Personally, I think there are three possibilities …"
"Oh? What three possibilities? "Xiao Tan asked.
"First, he has a fetish for necrophilia; second, he has a fetish for necrophilia …" Seven Kills said seriously. "Third, he wants to use this method to intimidate the people below the stage … to pave the way for him to use some kind of dirty trick in the next battle."
"Hmm …" Xiao Tan heard this and felt that Seven Kills' analysis was quite reliable, so he said thoughtfully, "I think … the third possibility is slightly more likely."
"Hey, hey … the first two hypotheses are obviously jokes, okay?" Seven Kills looked at Xiao Tan's serious expression and broke out in cold sweat. "Could it be that your crazy leader has shown some kind of fetish for necrophilia?"
"Er …" Before answering this question, Xiao Tan was stunned for a few seconds. In those few seconds, many images flashed before his eyes — Brother Jue violently searching the body, Brother Jue whipping the body, Brother Jue taking out equipment from the body, Brother Jue using the body to replenish his protein, and so on …
"Now that you mention it …" Several seconds later, Xiao Tan said, "I seem to have discovered something …"
As the two spoke, Feng Bujue had already gouged out Mad Dragon's eyeballs.
After removing the eyeballs, Brother Jue grabbed the muscle behind the eyeballs without hesitation. Like holding a cherry, he lifted the pair of eyeballs above his head. Then, he craned his neck, opened his mouth, and placed the pair of eyeballs into his mouth.
"Gulp …" Hua Jian, who saw this, almost vomited. "So disgusting …" Her comment was pertinent, and that was what most people below the stage thought.
However, Ruo Yu actually revealed a cold smile at this moment. "Heh … this is indeed his style."
At the same time, on the stage, Feng Bujue had already started to chew on the eyeballs. Since the knife had the special effect of 'eating after cutting off the head', he was not worried that he would get a stomachache. As he ate, he showed an expression of 'savoring'. Seeing the juices and blood spurting out from his mouth, the audience felt goosebumps all over their bodies.
Actually, Brother Jue's intention was quite obvious.
First, just as Seven Kills had guessed, he wanted to use this opportunity to intimidate the other contestants and gain an advantage for himself in the upcoming battle. Even though most of the contestants present had strong mental fortitude, after witnessing such a perverted act, they were more or less affected. Even if the effect was minimal, it was something that Feng Bujue was more than happy to do.
Secondly, Feng Bujue used the few seconds when he squatted down to take out the eyeballs to search Mad Dragon's body. After all, he was a powerful NPC. Brother Jue estimated that the weapons, armor, and the Divine Equipment [Tassel of the Keen Sense] on Mad Dragon's body should be at least 'Perfect' equipment. If he could get his hands on it, he would make a killing.
Unfortunately, the result of searching the body was … nothing. Obviously, the system would not allow the players to become rich by 'picking up corpses' in this martial arts tournament.
Also, Brother Jue's actions had a third purpose, and that was … he really did want to eat something other than the Life Points Recovery Potion to recover his health.
As everyone knew, Mad Dragon loved to eat human eyeballs when he was alive. This gave Brother Jue the inspiration to do such an ironic thing.
…
"Next match …"
After Feng Bujue walked down from the stage, Mad Dragon's body was still lying on the ground, and no one cared about it.
The announcing statue naturally did not care about it. It just continued to read, "From … Yao Songtian, against … Ru Yu Ruo Li."
As soon as it said that, the sky above the stage changed.
The thunderclouds, which were already heavy, suddenly let out a continuous rumbling sound. It sounded like a low whine.
Not long after, colorful shadows of evil spirits flew down from the sky.
Once these monsters appeared, they were like a swarm of hungry locusts … They went straight for Mad Dragon's body.
Then, there was a rain of blood, and bones and flesh flew everywhere …
In the blink of an eye, the evil spirits had eaten up Mad Dragon's body. They flew back into the air and circled …
In the next second, below the stage … a silhouette floated up.
"Five Turbid Evil World, Six Sins Destruction, Demon Wave Curse Sea, Swallowing Bodhi."
The poem was recited, and the evil figure appeared.
A monk with red lips and a pale face flew up to the stage with his eyes closed.
He had long white hair, a feminine face, and a demon-like temperament …
He was a monk because he was wearing a golden-red kasaya, holding a string of Buddha beads in his right hand and a demonic staff in his left. If he didn't have the items of a monk, then he would basically be a beautiful humanoid monster.
"Don't be careless." When Yao Songtian appeared on the stage, Wind Mark spoke again. This sentence was no doubt meant for Ru Yu.
"Thank you for your concern." Hearing this, Ruo Yu replied. She then stepped forward, leaped up, and stepped onto the battle ring.
Before she arrived, the poem was already recited —
"The falling flowers are like snow-stained lonely shadows, the dense rain is desolate and the moon is bright. If the heart is still, it is alienated, leaning on the sword and drinking alone without asking for love. "
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