The Demon Butcher is dead
The atmosphere in the audience, which had just been excited, dropped to freezing point in an instant. wWw.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.CoM
No one thought that the person wearing the bad luck number would win, let alone that the crazy Finger Demon Butcher would die, and die so easily. In the hands of the owner of the bad luck number, the crazy Finger Demon Butcher would be as fragile as a child.
Many people were rubbing their eyes vigorously, but they still couldn't believe the facts they saw in front of them. They had been waiting for so long just to see the Demonic Butcher's humiliating and brutal killing methods. The scene of blood splattering and screams was what they were most looking forward to.
However, this finger demon butcher, who had created countless exciting scenes for everyone, died in just a moment, even without a large number of people seeing it clearly.
People stared blankly at Qin Fen, the owner of the No. 44 brand. He calmly walked down the ring and came to the bearded man who was also surprised. He handed over his brand and said, "Please arrange it for me." One game, I need money.”
Qin Fen's voice was not high, but it was enough to spread throughout this echoey hall.
"You... you killed the Demon Slayer... you can already make a lot of money.
Hu Scumbag took out three thousand yuan and placed it in front of Qin Fen: "These are all yours." "
"Not enough, I need a lot of money." Qin Fen simply threw the sign on the other party's table: "Please arrange the next show for me."
"Oh... Okay." Hu Zhanan quickly entered Qin Fen's number into the computer.
The eyes of other boxers were also full of surprise. The person with the unlucky number actually won. And he killed the Finger Demon Butcher neatly.
They couldn't believe it even more. Number 44 after victory. He didn't take this money to live happily ever after. Instead, he chose to continue fighting.
Two battles in one day. This kind of thing rarely happens in [Bloody Madness]. After all, every battle requires adjusting the mental and physical strength to the peak. It is difficult for a person to reach his peak several times a day.
Senter raised his fat hand. Subconsciously touching his heart under the thick fat. Recalling the situation in the hotel not long ago with some fear.
'If...if this man had been more ruthless...' Vincent swallowed. To calm the heart that is about to jump out of your mouth.
The third underground floor. This is not a place recognized for viewing martial arts competitions. Instead, it was filled with rows of monitors. Many staff members did not dare to relax and stare at the monitor.
There is also a separate spacious office on the third underground floor.
The man sitting in this office, holding red wine, is the boss of [Bloody Madness], Macaccio.
A rapid knock on the door interrupted his mood of tasting red wine.
The personnel who walked in saluted Macaccio like a soldier and said: "General, the demon butcher is dead."
"died?"
Macacchio, who was sitting on the boss's chair, stretched out his hand to touch his shiny head and asked without much expression on his face: "Is he unlucky? The draw drew Chen Feiyu, who has bad hands, or the vicious Bian Li book?"
"No, he drew the new number forty-four."
Macaccio finally showed a hint of interest and took a sip from the wine glass: "Oh? Unlucky number? How about the injury of No. 44? He can kill the Finger Demon Butcher, so he seems to be pretty strong."
The reporter looked a little worried. This general didn't have a good temper. If the answer he gave him every time was different from what he guessed, the report might not end well.
After a slight hesitation, the reporter saw Macaccio's serious, knife-sharp eyes and said quickly: "He... He was not injured. With just one attack, he grabbed the heart of the demon butcher, and The demon butcher didn’t even know he had lost his heart.”
"What?" The red wine in the wine glass in Macaccio's hand rippled slightly: "With one attack, the demon butcher died? And he died under his best fighting skills? It's interesting, I'll go and see look."
Macaccio lowered his head and walked out of the office, and when he came to the monitor, he saw the match list that read: No. 44 vs. Chen Feiyu, No Life.
Macaccio looked at the staff around him with a little surprise on his face: "Two games in one day?"
"Report to the general that, according to himself, he is short of money."
Hearing the title "General", Macacchio nodded happily. In the Golden Triangle, all bosses and big brothers are called "General" by gangsters. People with real status are called "General".
Although Macacho's strength is not enough to be called a general, you can still enjoy this supreme honor here.
"Lack of money?" Macaccio sat on a chair brought by others, smoking a big Cuban cigar: "Although I killed the Demonic Butcher, this number 44 is still a bad luck number. Play twice in a row. It's hard enough, but we also meet Chen Feiyu, who is a true battle king at this level, even more capable than Bian Lishu."
Everyone hurriedly nodded in agreement. Before Chen Feiyu came to Bloody Madness, he had stayed in other places similar to Bloody Madness. Everyone who fought with him died in battle, and no one could escape from the ring alive, and there were no serious injuries. appeared.
Although he is not as brutal and perverted as the Demon Butcher in killing people, his efficiency is much higher than that of the Demon Butcher. He is also the only one among all the boxers on the negative two floor who has no record of his opponent leaving the ring alive.
Fighting against such a person with five-star peak strength, even if it is a one-on-one fight in the first game, no one will take it seriously.
No. 4 will win, not to mention that he, who has fought once before, will play in a bad mental state.
When Chen Feiyu saw Qin Fen as his opponent, there was a rare solemn look on his face. He stood up and moved his body gently, adjusting various functions of his body.
Unlike the Finger Demon Butcher, he prepares carefully for every battle. Even if the opponent is someone who has already fought before, he will not relax at all and will not give the opponent any chance.
As the former five-star overlord of [Ultimate Battlefield], now the number one five-star player in [Crazy Bloody] can fight strong. Strength alone is not enough, and caution is indispensable.
Qin Fen returned to his seat and continued to hold Lin Ling quietly, whispering sweetly to her, without any awareness of the upcoming life-and-death battle.
Many people still couldn't do without women when they saw him in this situation, and the previous shock of his cold killing was greatly weakened.
How can a man who only knows how to be sweet with women and doesn't know when to prioritize? This is what almost all viewers are thinking.
Of course, a small number of them also suspected that this No. 44 was just pretending to be easy to deceive others.
After a while, it was Qin Fen's turn to enter the ring again.
The noisy audience just now fell silent at this moment. People were a little curious. Can this young man holding a bad luck number plate once again create a miracle and defeat the most capable person on the second floor
Without leaving any chance, Chen Feiyu, as usual, jumped onto the stage with a "magic ape climbing tree" style, with his hands behind his back and looked down at Qin Fen, who was using the dragon-shaped body technique to take the stage.
A few days ago, Qin Fen gradually fell in love with the dragon-shaped boxing due to constant battles with veterans.
The dragon is the king.
Its shape is generous and bright. Its power is unparalleled.
Many veterans practice Dragon Fist, but they are all different.
Some people practice Qinglong Fist, some people practice Panlong Fist, and some people practice Oolong Fist, Fire Dragon Fist, Dragon Master Fist and Golden Dragon Fist.
Although he can't formally ask the veterans for advice, Qin Fen's martial arts sense is superb. When he fights with the opponent, he can feel part of the opponent's force through the collision and shock. The more collisions, the more secrets the opponent's boxing techniques have. Word.
After many days of studying secretly, Qin Fen has not yet systematically integrated them to create his own Dragon Fist. However, the foundation of this Dragon Fist is very authentic. When others look at it, it is easy for others to think that his boxing skills are just for professional training. Dragon Fist.
Chen Feiyu's expression became extra cautious when he saw Qin Fen's walking pace. He felt that although Qin Fen's dragon shape was orthodox, it was a bit mixed. It wasn't that the dragon shape was impure, but that it seemed like different dragon shapes were mixed together. It feels like a bit of a hodgepodge.
A gong sounded
Chen Feiyu lowered his airs and stared at Qin Fen cautiously. He did not choose to take the initiative to attack. He felt that he could not see through the opponent.
He found that standing aside and watching No. 44, and actually meeting him face to face, were completely different feelings.
Now, Chen Feiyu suddenly felt like he was looking up at the mountains.
He thought this feeling was very ridiculous. He was twenty-seven years old, and although he was unable to exert any strength due to some reasons, he had gone through countless battles and thought that he had no opponent among the five stars.
But, today. The moment he faced Qin Fen, he suddenly felt that he could not win at all.
As time passed by, the audience held their breath and observed carefully for fear of missing out on the show, to gradually losing their patience.
Chen Feiyu, who has always been decisive and confident in the ring, turned into a shrunken turtle today.
"Hey! Do you want to fight or not?"
"Chen Feiyu! Take action! Kill this newcomer No. 44."
"No. 44, aren't you very fierce? Beat Chen Feiyu to death."
Shouts began to ring out from the audience, and sweat gradually appeared on Chen Feiyu's forehead.
After a few more seconds, he put away his open posture, looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh. If he attacks as soon as he takes the stage, he still has a little bit of courage.
But as the confrontation lengthened, he found that he no longer had the courage to take action. If he continues to forcefully take action now, he will only end up like the demon butcher.
Chen Feiyu's eyes were full of unwillingness, and he sighed feebly: "You won..."
Won
Just win
Many viewers were dumbfounded. In the first fight, No. 44 managed to take action once.
In this second fight, No. 44 won without even taking a shot
Chen Feiyu stepped down sadly and packed his belongings. He knew that he could no longer stay here. Just like in the [Ultimate Battlefield] before, if he lost, he would only be ridiculed and his mood would be severely damaged if he stayed there. Death would easily occur during the battle.
He also knew that he had to leave here quickly. When I was the king here, the [Crazy Bloody] force would take care of me, but now that I have lost... this force will no longer protect me, and many potential dangers will also be paid.
After packing up his clothes, he turned around and glanced enviously at Qin Fen, who was collecting money.
Many people noticed the look in his eyes. Almost everyone thought that what he envied was that Qin Fen had accumulated the status he had accumulated over the past two battles in the past two battles. However, no one knew that what he envied was Qin Fen's improvement in the future. potential.
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