Tick.

Tick.

Blood dripped from the nose.

Daville supported the ground with his hands, looking at the blood falling from the ground, his expression a little dull.

——I was clearly diving in a sky of thousands of feet high, so why did I appear on the ground all of a sudden?

"wrong."

He shouted, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately took off his defensive posture.

I saw that this is indeed Sare Town.

I am standing on the street outside the bar.

Wu Xiaode stood on the other side of the street.

Everyone else disappeared.

The world is filled with a huge silence, as if no one has made a sound here for thousands of years.

"It's really surprising... What was the punch just now? I felt the infinite power of tribulation, but in the end it was a little different from the power of tribulation."

Daville said.

"You can guess slowly, but I won't say it." Wu Xiaode said calmly.

In fact, based on the infinite power of disasters, the power of thousands of heroic spirits and the power of death, we sacrificed various skills of inheritance, arrival, and Taoism, and finally gave birth to this attack-type death technique—

"anger".

Daville moved his body and said in a preaching tone:

"It seems like this is a clumsy and rough parallel world. If you put the battlefield here, I guess you are afraid of hurting the innocent?"

Wu Xiaode didn't say anything, just snapped his fingers.

I saw blood strips and soul power strips of the same length appeared above the two of them at the same time.

at the same time--

Their hands and feet were shackles.

In the middle of the street, a vertical child appeared quietly, making a buzzing sound:

"I have an obligation to explain this fight."

Wu Xiaode and Daville looked at the vertical child at the same time.

"In this battle, as humans, both sides have the same blood volume and soul power value;"

"Agility, same strength, same attack power;"

“The body strength is consistent;”

"The attack power of all techniques is reduced to three-frame health damage; cold weapons only have ordinary cold weapons damage;"

"——The person who has the first to empty blood strip will definitely die."

"Once you try to escape, the shackles will immediately pull you back to the battlefield."

"Please fight to the death with all your might!"

"Now, both sides should take a step forward."

"preparation."

"The battle begins!"

The vertical boy flew into the air and looked down.

After listening quietly, Daville smiled and said:

"The attack power of all spells is the same? In this way, the power of spells has been greatly weakened."

He said, while he squeezed his hand, shackles and his legs hard, but found that he could not pinch them at all.

——There must be infinite power of disasters here.

There are some other things.

Damn breeding.

He raised his head again and looked at the blood strips and soul power strips above his head.

——If you are not hit by this technique, then this kid doesn’t think of any chance to survive.

pity--

He punched himself in the bridge of the nose.

This technique also completely hit me.

To untie it, you must follow the rules.

It's really a hell!

Daville took a deep breath and looked at Wu Xiaode in a cold look:

"To be honest, I have fought with countless powerful humans and used countless fighting methods to destroy their confidence, and have never been defeated."

"Well, I'll kill you by fighting."

Wu Xiaode didn't say anything, just took out his fist gloves and put them on his hand.

"Fist? Ridiculous."

After Daville finished speaking, he flashed and rushed towards Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode took a step forward and waved his fist to meet it—

winter.

Daville kicked him out with one kick.

Wu Xiaode dragged a long line of dust on the ground like a rolling gourd, and finally stood up again.

One-twentieth of the blood strip on his head fell off.

Daville hugged his arms, one-legged independent, and smiled:

"In my opinion, something like close combat is just a play--"

"Everything to kill you!"

He jumped up gently and rushed towards Wu Xiaode again.

Wu Xiaode faced with both fists.

The two sides intersected their fists and fought more than a dozen consecutive moves.

Wu Xiaode suddenly punched another in the chest, and he was beaten to the point where he flew out and retreated for seven or eight meters in a row.

He squirted out a mouthful of blood.

On top of his head, the blood strips fell about three out of twenty more.

——He has lost four out of twenty of his health.

But his soul power is still full.

In contrast, Daville had a blood bar on his head, but his soul power dropped by four out of 20.

"I remembered..."

Daville showed a memory and whispered: "Your boxing style is very similar to a person I defeated back then, as if...he is called the Human Emperor."

"Are you his successor?"

Wu Xiaode wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled, and said nothing, but just posed on the fist position on the spot, holding his rest.

Daville showed an impatient look.

Yes, I like to talk when fighting. This is a way to mobilize the atmosphere and make a destruction more stylish.

But the other party was like a local dog and didn't say anything when he was beaten.

“Whether it is skills or experience, I am much better than you—”

"I have lost interest in this battle," Daville said indifferently: "Forget it, I'll kill you in one go."

】

He rushed towards Wu Xiaode with a gentle pace, as if slowly and quickly.

Wu Xiaode welcomed him with his fist——

The two men got closer and closer and quickly caught the enemy.

Daville shouted:

"You can't even block my random punch! Go and die!"
To be continued...