The number one strong man was indeed as Lord Reaper said, and he did not notice the leaves.

In other words, all the red-eyed rat people will nail their murderous eyes to the strongest people.

The strong man wanted to grab a few more fried mandala fruits.

The weak use eye contact to communicate and want to unite against the strong.

Even if a few people can share a portion of food, they have the opportunity to survive.

In this case, Ye Zi easily sneaked into the crowd with his flexibility.

At this time, someone finally discovered his existence.

He let out a roar of shock and anger.

These people are afraid of leaves.

Of course it is not the kind of fear of "experienced beasts".

It’s the fear of “stepping on shit”.

The Tulan despise the cowards the most.

And I believe that cowardice is a disease and can be contagious.

There was already cowardly blood flowing in the rat people's bodies.

Just like bald people are particularly sensitive to "hair".

The red-eyed rat people who are eager to become gladiators, even if they are consumables on the arena to change their destiny, are particularly taboo to get involved with cowards like Ye Zi.

Not to mention that he just cried.

Tears are left on the face now.

If anyone touched by him, it would be unlucky for three days and three nights.

Immediately, a red-eyed ratman roared, swung his big feet, and kicked Ye Zi hard on the waist and eyes.

Ye Zi's mind flashed with inspiration, pretending to be panic, and he was kicked without dodging.

However, using the shiny line segments and arrows in the body, he turned the flesh and blood tissues as soft as rubber, removed most of the power, and rushed towards the deepest part of the crowd.

It's like a stone in a cesspool causing a thousand layers of waves.

The leaves that fell into the crowd caused a big chaos.

No one wants to touch this coward who can spread the plague.

It’s not about pushing others desperately, trying to push others between Ye Zi and yourself and act as a meat shield.

It was impossible to avoid it, and the Ye Zi was hit hard and could only punch and kick it like anger.

The boy shrank his head and said nothing, holding the sewage in his mouth tightly, enduring countless fists and feet falling on him like a storm.

But my heart was clear, and I thought of climbing onto the tallest mandala tree in the village when the storm came.

Want to walk on the ground on the violently shaking branches.

The secret is to use your heart to perceive the power coming from different directions, let the blood and the storm fluctuate at the same rhythm, and let the power become friends rather than enemies.

The boy seemed to be in a panic and fled towards the direction of the number one strong man.

Another person kicked him hard behind him, helped him speed up, and staggered into the number one strong man.

The boy had a bruised nose and swollen face, lost his balance, and was about to fall forward and hit the hardest kneecap of the number one strong man.

The number one strong man frowned slightly, obviously not expecting such an episode to happen.

But he didn't take the boy seriously, and subconsciously swung his knees, trying to smash the boy's face with a mandala flower blooming, and then smash the boy out.

“It’s now!

“Mr. Reaper is right, lure the enemy and make the attack you want!

“That’s the rhythm I want!”

A starlight flashed in Ye Zi's eyes.

The legs hidden in the sewage instantly expanded for a round.

The two calves exploded like ripe mandala fruit.

Blast out explosive power.

Speed ​​reached its limit.

His right arm was swung out like a long whip of a blood-hoofed warrior's oxtail. During the swing, it doubled instantly, making the end speed extremely astonishing.

The eyes of the number one strong man froze instantly.

Subconsciously lifted his arm, which was thicker than Ye Zi's thighs, to block it.

But he didn't expect Ye Zi's arm to become weak and boneless.

After being blocked, not only did he stop the attack, but instead used his elbow as a fulcrum and circled around from behind and stabbed into his liver area.

Swish!

The fangs hidden between the leaves' fingers cut a bloody wound on the liver area of ​​the number one strong man.

By the standards of the Turan people, this is not a very deadly harm.

But the number one strong man who was just fierce and evil just now showed an expression of pain.

"Mr. Reaper is right again. This guy's part is particularly afraid of pain!"

While thinking, Ye Zi curled up, hugged her head and rushed into the arms of the number one strong man.

On his right side is the left side of the number one strong man.

The space in the dungeon is not large.

The corner where Meng Chao and Ye Zi are located is the lowest terrain, deepest sewage, and darkest light. Only when rats are willing to stay there can they steal a trace of tranquility.

The center of the cell where the number one strong man is located is not only the highest terrain, the cleanest and refreshing, but most of the fried mandala fruits placed every time they are leaking out from the middle.

Of course, it is crowded with the strongest rat people.

Even though he is usually afraid of the fierceness of the number one strong man, no one dares to stick to him.

But when it comes to fighting for the fried mandala fruit, the red-eyed rat people who still have a striking effort can't control so much.

Not to mention the chaos created by leaves, which caused waves among the red-eyed ratmen. Many people wanted to take advantage of the situation and tried their best to squeeze into the center of the cell to try their luck.

The result was that the number one strong man was crowded with people.

It was caught off guard that it was difficult for him to turn around and use his extra strong right arm and right shoulder to deal with the boy.

What's more, there is no need for this.

A cruel smile appeared on the face of the number one strong man.

In the past few days, he has killed many eyes with his deformed and swelling right shoulder and right arm.

This kid also realized this, so he chose to attack from his left side, right?

But this kid would never guess that his left hand is more terrifying than his right hand!

The number one strong man thought this way, and his entire left arm suddenly appeared and was wrapped with thick blue veins.

While the knuckles were "crackling", the phalanxes protruded, making his left hand terrifying like an eagle claw.

Not to mention, the nails grow longer in an instant, like blood-stained fangs.

His eyes widened and shouted violently. His murderous aura burst out like magma. He raised his left arm high and spread his five fingers as if he had opened his bloody mouth. He tried to grab the boy's face hard, grab the boy's face, and pick out the boy's eyes as a price to offend him.

puff!

However, he did not expect that the young man was not shocked by his murderous aura, but instead sprayed a cloud of water into his eyes.

If the leaves have bulging cheeks and spray sewage out as soon as they meet, the number one strong man must be prepared.

But he never expected that the boy who had been punched and kicked for so long would always have a sip of water in his mouth.

The sewage enters the eyes, and the scorching stings.

Unable to see the young man's position, the number one strong man raised his left arm, and he inevitably had a moment of stagnation.

Then I felt the fatal old injury under the left armpit that had made him lie for half a year, and the pain was heard again, like a piercing heart.

It was like an ice cone that penetrated his heart hard along the old wound.

The power of the number one strong man leaked out like a flood that broke through the wound.

He screamed and curled up in pain.

The face was bombarded by the boy's knee again, as if it was hit hard by an adult wild boar. The whole person fell backwards and several of his teeth were sprayed out.

When he opened his eyes again, he only saw the young man riding on him, his clenched fists and his fangs shining with cold light.

The eyes of the number one strong man finally showed despair and fear.

After all, they are just rat people, not professional warriors who receive full-time training for many years.
To be continued...