Downey was very fast, but unfortunately his jumping ability was not good. Seeing Peter crawling flexibly on the top of the iron cage, he could only roar in vain. After the initial shock, the audience is now gradually becoming impatient. After all, they all want to see a fight that involves punches and blood, rather than a juggling act of flying around. Listening to the boos in the stands, the host said calmly: "It seems that you are a little dissatisfied, but there is no way. In the normal mode of the game, such fighting is allowed, and we cannot interfere." Normal. The pattern is so abnormal. The implication of the host's words is already obvious. There was a lot of curses in the stands immediately, but even with the curses, many spectators still took out their banknotes and threw them at the host. Someone immediately stepped forward and picked up the banknotes thrown by the audience on the ground. After some simple statistics, the host immediately beamed: "Through your efforts, the current prize pool amount has reached 7,100 yuan, and the weapon fighting mode has been successfully activated." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The entire iron cage burst out with a dazzling blue electric light. Peter screamed, his whole body twitching and fell from the iron cage. Surprisingly, Donnie did not take advantage of the situation. Instead, he opened his arms and took two steps back, away from Peter who was desperately struggling on the ground. "Damn it, Donnie, what are you doing?" The fat white man roared outside the iron cage, "Go ahead, take advantage of this opportunity to kill him." Like a fish out of water, Peter, struggling for his life on the ground, saw that Donnie was not Taking the opportunity to attack, he stopped acting and slowly got up from the ground. The little spider on the subway with his hands and the high-voltage electricity is equivalent to doing a whole body to kill the chicken. Peter, with smoke all over his body, moved his shoulders and clenched his fists: "I'm really strong." "I'll do it." Xie Lun almost fell to the ground. After struggling with his feelings for so many days, he still had no idea about his potential. There is no forced number yet. With two crisp sounds of "dang-dang", a rusty watermelon knife and a pitted stainless steel bat were thrown in from outside the iron cage. No one needed to remind them, Donnie and Peter both knew what these two weapons were used for. As soon as the weapon landed, Downey suddenly turned around and grabbed the watermelon knife. It's a pity that Peter can spin silk. With a wave of his hands, two white spider threads shot out, stuck to the two weapons, and then pulled them back. But Peter didn't expect that a black-haired man would come with the weapon. After performing a fake move to attract Peter's attention, Donnie approached Peter at an incredible speed. Peter was so startled that he hurriedly backed away, regardless of grabbing the weapon he had pulled. Unexpectedly, instead of stopping him, Donnie kicked Peter hard in the chest, helping Peter fly back faster. "No." Peter suddenly remembered something and waved his hands again. Unfortunately, before the spider silk could catch the force, his back hit hard against the barbed wire covering the tiles of the swimming pool. Hearing a shrill scream, and countless blue arcs flying, Peter was simply electrocuted and flew out. But in front of him, Donnie kicked Peter again, just like kicking a ball. Along with screams and cheers from the stands, Peter screamed again. Only this time he learned the lesson, and the moment the voltage bounced him away again, he shot out spider silk to the side, pulling himself to the other side and avoiding Donnie's attack. At this time, Peter's image can be described as extremely miserable. His back has been completely ripped open, his wounds have been burned, his clothes have turned into beggar's clothes, and the hood he is wearing is burned and stuck to his face, and his body is covered with odor. There is a lot of green smoke. Peter's miserable appearance did not arouse anyone's sympathy, but instead inspired the audience's bloodthirst. They whistled, clapped, and cheered loudly for Downey. Some agitators have already started throwing away money again. Donnie was also merciless. A whistling sound broke through the air, and the blade in his hand slashed hard at Peter, who was still half kneeling on the ground. At this moment, Peter suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade of the knife. The audience's harsh shouts stopped instantly, and everyone stared at Peter. The tip of the knife was only three centimeters away from Peter's eyes. Although Donnie tried his best, the blade could not move downwards at all. The sharp blade penetrated deeply into Peter's palm, and scarlet blood flowed down the blade, falling drop by drop on the dirty ground. "Ah" with a roar, Peter broke the slender watermelon knife in half, then grabbed half of the blade and stabbed Donnie's throat fiercely. "Yeah" Sherron narrowed his eyes. Could it be that the Peter of this world is going to kill before he truly becomes Spider-Man? If so, that would be great. To be honest, Sherron has long been tired of superheroes who pursue the principle of not killing. It is precisely because of these "Mothers" that so many innocent people were killed and injured. If all of them were like the Punisher, one by one collapsed, the world would be at peace a long time ago. Thinking of the Punisher, I wonder where this guy is now. Is the whole family dead? Xie Lun was thinking wildly, and the situation in the swimming pool changed again. Accompanied by exclamations in the stands, the tip of the knife in Peter's hand was pressed against Donnie's throat without stabbing him. The tip of the knife had pierced Donnie's skin, and blood seeped out, mixing with the wound on Peter's hand. It was unclear who the blood that fell to the ground belonged to. But Donnie still had an expressionless face, just like a corpse, looking at Peter coldly, which made Peter feel a little scared. "Hey, what are you doing again?" Some spectators in the stands shouted. "Why don't you stab him?" "Kill him, kill him." "Damn it, Donnie, fight back, fight back, do you want to die?" The short fat man outside the iron cage was also anxious. Amid the roar of protest, the host laughed secretly, picked up the microphone and said loudly: "I'm sorry, everyone, after all, this is not a life-and-death game. So the two players choose to stop, and there is nothing we can do." "Fake "Isn't it just money? I have a lot of money." A man dressed like a peacock stood up, threw out a handful of bills, pointed at Peter and shouted: "Kill this man, and all the money will be yours." "That's enough." Peter suddenly threw the broken knife aside and said angrily, "I said, I'm here to box, not to kill. The winner has been decided, let me go." "I'm sorry, newcomer. "The host motioned his men to pick up the banknotes on the ground, and sneered at Peter, "I admit, I did underestimate you at first. But the rules are the rules. If the audience has demands, we must satisfy them." During this time, one of his subordinates came up to the host and said something. The host immediately laughed: "Gentlemen and ladies, please be quiet. After the generous donation of the gentleman just now, the prize pool has now accumulated to 11,138 yuan." "So, this game has been upgraded. Fight for life and death." "Since no one dies now, the game continues."