Virtue is Abundant

Before the ring.

More than 100 Class A professionals put on defensive postures one after another.

All put on strong armor.

The fighters are on the outermost side.

Remote occupations are hiding inside.

The long-haired man pointed out the defensive formation himself, and finally nodded in satisfaction.

"The defense of more than a hundred people is naturally not so easy to break through. Don't worry about it now, that kid will die."

he spoke.

"It's no fun. It's a waste of time for us two title experts to guard here." The dwarf said.

"If I had known, I would have let him pass the test casually, and then I would have fought him personally, and I would have crushed him to death," said the long-haired man.

He looked at the dozens of heads on the ring, and felt a little regretful in his heart.

So many men died.

A lot of things that are going on will be affected.

At that time, I noticed that the tone of the "Reaper" was rather exasperated, and I couldn't understand it for a while.

I understand now.

This kind of person should be killed directly.

You must not give him a chance to slip away, otherwise you will really regret it!

The long-haired man became angrier as he thought about it, and said, "Go, get our execution rack."

"Yes, boss."

Several subordinates responded quickly.

not for a while.

A huge pure black iron frame about three people high was moved to the front of the ring.

"After three hours, he will have nowhere to hide." The long-haired man said.

"Boss means—"

"Right here, stripped naked, cut alive, burned, until he dies."

"yes."

Everyone looked at the huge iron frame, and fear gradually arose in their hearts.

at this time.

Wu Xiaode was actually there too.

He stood on the wall not far away, surrounded by the silent magic fog, quietly watching this scene.

Tsk——

Things are a little difficult.

The knife I picked up was very ordinary, and the light from the knife could barely be seen.

Not even a sword himself.

Last time, he had to use "Thousand Hands Violent Killing" to gather some sword light, and cut off the soul's praying man with a sword.

Right now, the joint defense of more than a hundred people can't be broken unless you use Qianshou.

Do you want to use Thousand Hands?

In that world that is about to be destroyed, it doesn't matter if no one sees it.

This place is in plain sight.

The ability to press the bottom of the box is also prepared to deal with strong men like long-haired men in the future. If he sees it in advance, will it make him alert in advance?

Then think of another way.

If it really doesn't work, use Qianshou again.

other ways...

Wu Xiaode sat down on the fence, thinking hard.

first--

This feature showing location every ten minutes is really annoying.

How does it know where it is?

yes!

I have the skills of the kingdom of death, and neither the Cyclops nor the "Reaper" can detect it. Why do you know my location?

Wu Xiaode closed his eyes and thought for a few breaths, then suddenly took out the number plate and studied it over and over again.

Two lines of small characters suddenly appeared on the number plate:

"This information terminal has turned on 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 that you will die if you don't let me share the location.

Wu Xiaode looked at it, but was a little happy.

So that's how you found my location.

So--

What if I don't close you?

He put the number plate on the wall brick beside him.

A new line of small characters immediately appeared on the number plate:

"This number plate cannot be separated from the body."

"If you leave the body for more than three seconds, you will be reminded immediately. If you leave the body for more than ten seconds, you will receive a warning. If you collect two warnings, it means that you will give up this group arena and will be sent to the world of death."

——meaning let me go, you go to die.

It seems that this will not work.

What else can I do?

Wu Xiaode took back the number plate, tilted his head and thought for a few breaths, his mind suddenly moved.

A bronze hand emerged 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 suddenly appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"Your bronze hand is an extension of your body, so it can hold the number plate instead of you."

Wu Xiaode immediately looked at the number plate.

There was no movement on the number plate, which seemed to acquiesce to the current situation.

There is a show!

In this way, the position sharing rules of the number plate will be clear!

Wu Xiaode looked at the time.

It's almost ten minutes again.

The mist all over his body suddenly shook, and quickly spread in all directions.

The fog was formless and invisible, and soon enveloped the entire arena.

"go."

Wu Xiaode said silently.

The bronze hand grabbed his number plate, fluttered, and finally stopped above the ring.

The bronze hand paused for a while, then slowly fell.

Taking advantage of this moment, Wu Xiaode took a closer look at those Class A professionals.

A tall man caught his attention.

This strong man seemed to be extremely powerful, and no one dared to approach him. Just now, when someone glanced at him, he picked him up and slapped him across the face.

The bronze hand wandered back and forth in the crowd, and finally landed next to a man next to the strong man, hiding between his legs.

time up.

The number plates began to show hiding places again.

Everyone subconsciously looked at their number plates——

"He's here!"

"This kid—"

"It's among us!"

"Oops, watch out for a sneak attack!"

The crowd was disturbed and shouted.

The strong man's roar suddenly covered all voices: "It's him!"

He raised his fist the size of a sand bowl, and slammed it hard at the face of the man beside him with all his strength.

Boom.

There was a muffled sound.

The man was caught off guard and his head was blown off.

Everyone is quiet.

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 sneaked into the crowd and was blown away with a single punch, it would be a great feat.

Everyone looked at the man's body, and then at their number plate.

As everyone knows, at the same moment when the strong man made his move, the bronze hand wobbled and moved to the back of the strong man's buttocks.

So the result is -

"not good!"

"It's a mistake, he is the kid!"

"He deliberately confused the public!"

"Get rid of him!"

The crowd shouted.

"Slow! Everyone stop!" the long-haired man shouted.

Everyone immediately silenced and stopped attacking

The strong man stood on the ring with a pale face and trembling legs.

——He was surrounded by everyone, and he was only about to be killed by the 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 orders, when he suddenly felt something in his hands.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously, only to realize that it was a knife.

The strong man hurriedly wanted to say something, but found that his hand was held down by something, and swung forward.

The golden thread flew out from the blade, hitting two professionals.

There was silence.

The strong man hurriedly said: "Everyone—"

He tried his best to let go of his hand, but found that something was firmly pinching his fingers, making him unable to let go of the handle of the knife.

He wanted to use his other hand to help, but suddenly his crotch felt cold, followed by a hot feeling beyond imagination.

It's just—

melt

rock

burst

crack!

It turned out that another bronze hand was behind his buttocks just now, holding the number plate tightly, pointing at it as a gun, and attacked secretly.

Some parts are not only the weakness of human beings, but also the weakness of all mammals.

Wu Xiaode remembered that he had seen a group of hyenas hunting.

Even a lion, in the siege of a group of hyenas, only dares to sit on the ground, biting everywhere, while running away.

So the softness of this part is beyond imagination.

The burly man received this brutal blow, his expression changed continuously, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

Everyone saw him with a strange expression, sweating all over his head, and raised the long knife in his hand again——

Do you still want him to kill?

"It's him! Kill him!"

The long-haired man roared.

The sounds of casting spells and attacks instantly resounded all around.

The strong man was taken away by a wave.

His body fell heavily to the ground.

Ten seconds to arrive!

Everyone's whereabouts became invisible again.

"Bring 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 knelt down and snorted softly, "This kind of clumsy strategy also wants to follow me—"

He closed his mouth before finishing his sentence.

wrong.

Totally wrong.

The long-haired man looked at the number plate in his hand.

I saw a line of small characters floating on the number plate, motionless:

"The street fighting in the city continues."

Ongoing...

If the boy died, the battle would naturally end.

But the fight goes on.

In other words, the boy did not die.

The corners of the long-haired man's eyes twitched wildly, his face became more and more ferocious, and he suddenly roared angrily: "Admit defeat, you all admit defeat!"

Everyone was at a loss.

Only when they realized that the battle was not over did they react.

Those who just killed were all their own people.

They are all our own people!

"Yes, boss."

"As ordered."

"I surrender."

All the professionals withdrew from the battle dejectedly.

"Pass him?" asked the dwarf.

"Let him pass. I can kill him only if he passes." The long-haired man said with killing intent on his face.