"Bah...what a bad luck..."

Put away the swinging stick, and the guard walked away. When he turned around in three steps, he didn't forget to add a few curses...

"he……"

The boss looked at the guard, then at Han Feng... then at the guard, then at Han Feng. He stopped talking, not knowing what to say.

"Stop it! Master Zhi is still in the bathroom!"

Dragging the boss, the two returned to the waiting room...

"Huh?...It's really okay..."

Sneaking around, the boss leaned over to whisper and asked Han Feng.

"Well, it's okay."

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Han Feng responded to this question for the first time...

"I'm going to... kill someone here, are you really okay?"

"..."

"Mr. Cold Wind? Mr. Cold Wind? It's your turn."

Suddenly, the door of the waiting room was pushed open, and Zhu Li shouted while holding a folder.

"Hey~ It's coming, it's coming!"

Sitting up from the sofa, Han Feng raised his hand to signal.

Seeing Han Feng, the assistant nodded, turned and left the waiting room.

"I go first……"

The moment he lowered his head to look at his boss, Han Feng noticed that the guy's face turned pale, and for a moment he stopped what he was about to say.

"Haha~ I know you are timid, but I didn't expect you to be so timid! Are you so scared when someone calls me?! Haha~"

Patting the boss on the shoulder, Han Feng smiled and walked towards the passage leading to the arena.

Two minutes later, the confrontation on the stage ended.

Climbing the steps, Han Feng entered the iron fence.

Looking around, Han Feng keenly discovered that the damaged fence behind him had been repaired at some point.

"Mr. Han Feng? Is your knife lost?~"

With a wry smile, the host asked.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone in the audience also burst into brief laughter.

"With or without him, I can win by myself~"

Like the host, Han Feng responded with a haha.

"Then this game... you may suffer a loss~"

"The fight hasn't started yet, who might suffer the loss."

"Haha! Mr. Hanfeng is so cool!!!" Patting Han Feng on the shoulder, the host shouted: "Both are the miracles among miracles! Now let's invite some fierce ghosts!"

"Fierce ghost! Fierce ghost! You must win!!!"

"Hanfeng! Come on!"

In the audience, after hearing the host calling out the opponent's name, the scene exploded instantly!

"Duowu? Fierce ghost?"

Frowning, Han Feng repeated the host's words.

"Tap...tap..."

On the other side of the ring, a shirtless man walked onto the stage.

"Oh~"

Looking at the familiar face, Han Feng realized that it was him~

Han Feng made such a sound, not because he knew this fierce warrior, but because Han Feng had met him several times in the competition room.

His thin upper body was bare, and every time he came off the field, his brand new shoes would be torn to pieces.

From this point, Han Feng guessed that he should be a leg attack person.

"Now, can Mr. Hanfeng create another miracle with his bare hands?!!! Let's wait and see!"

"Game start!!"

"Ding~"

After the supporter finished speaking, Han Feng was a little puzzled...

Duowu Menggui, just hearing this name, can be simply and roughly understood as a person with many weapons and ghostly movements.

But...it was obvious that the other party, who was shirtless, was shirtless just like himself.

"You came up here without weapons. This is your biggest failure in this competition!"

When Han Feng was still struggling with the host's language, Duowu Menggui not far away in front of him spoke.

.

"Master Zhi can withstand my punch, but you? You also have a golden body?"

Looking at the many fierce ghosts, Han Feng wondered.

"Haha... It seems that you really haven't paid attention to me!" Narrowing his eyes, Duowu Menggui continued: "Then let you... experience the taste of hell!!!"

"I am looking forward."

With a calm expression on his face, Han Feng concentrated his energy and was always on guard against sudden attacks from the opponent.

"Tsk...oh!"

A scene that shocked Han Feng happened!

I saw Duowu Fierce Ghost reaching out his right hand, and a white, bloodshot "short blade" poked out from the inside of his wrist, piercing the flesh!

The bone blade, which was like an icy spike, slowly stopped after protruding more than twenty centimeters.

"Oh~ I understand..."

Suddenly, Han Feng understood the meaning of the word "Duowu"!

This guy's weapon turns out to be his bones!

"hey-hey……"

Grinning, the fierce ghost ran towards Han Feng.

When he was close to him, Duowu Menggui suddenly thrust out his right fist towards his lower abdomen.

"That's it?"

Leaving aside his slow punching speed, Han Feng whispered softly. Then, he stepped sideways and perfectly avoided the blow.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp bone spurs cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

"Bang!!!"

Next to Duowu, Han Feng swung his leg and hit the bastard in the back...

"Boom!"

Pushed with great force, Duowu's figure rushed out and hit the iron fence.

"..."

Pursing his lips, Han Feng felt that this battle was basically "stable"...

"I know, you are also a speed user..."

Slowly getting up from the ground, Duowu continued: "You can chase one me...but what about ten me?!"

"Hufufufufu...!!!"

Having said that, Duowu Fierce Ghost's figure "split" strangely!

That's right... it splits like a cell!

The next second, ten fierce ghosts with different body shapes and expressions stood together and looked at me...

"Don't bully me because there are so many people. It's just me."

A surprising scene appeared! More than ten warriors actually spoke at the same time! There was no difference at all!

"Interesting...interesting!"
To be continued...