Qiu Zheng stayed in Zhou Wen's office for about fifteen minutes. The bodyguards guarding outside were surprised to find that the hot-tempered boss's thunderous roar gradually subsided. When he came out later, Qiu Zheng's expression was extremely complicated, but
Without saying a word, he looked like two completely different people.
Later, Qiu Zheng stood in front of the screen through his electronic eyes and stared closely at the melee in the central square. The cold bodyguard discovered that Qiu Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up and dimmed strangely every time a life passed away.
In fact, conspiracy theories are intensifying. The melee at the beginning only included 200 people. After that, leaders from various prisons began to provoke the inmates who were watching. The so-called provocation was naturally not verbal. All parties in the melee consciously asked the inmates who were watching.
The prisoners' sphere of influence penetrated, and when the distance was negligible, there was almost no warning. The prisoners, covered in blood, launched a frantic attack.
There are no signs, no control, no distinction between friend and foe, and the melee is developing in an uncontrollable direction with its unique characteristics. These prisoners, who may be full of energy or tired, are dancing alone in their own way on the edge of the cliff of death. Five hundred prisoners
A deadly melee, such a scene can no longer be described as shocking. In fact, everyone had no time to pay attention to the battlefield, because the random words had just begun.
The number of deaths is increasing, and most of the prisoners with relatively average abilities are fatal in one move, with only a few empty wounds venting their last vitality. Being able to put out the last bit of resistance and pay the price to learn a lesson, perhaps this is what they want.
The expected destination, without freedom, is spiritually indistinguishable from the cage of imprisonment.
However, prisoners with intermediate abilities are not always so lucky. They are bitten by many desperate prisoners. Once they do not have the drastic ability to change the situation instantly, become injured, and are defeated like a mountain, these unlucky middle-level ability users will also suffer.
Without the ability to recover, they fell to the ground one by one.
Qin Long was involved without any suspense. In fact, he had been targeted since he killed three people in three seconds on the eve of the melee. And unfortunately, he was targeted by high-level ability users. Qin Long could feel it
The murderous aura projected on his skin was faint, but it could never dissipate, like the feeling of being targeted by a snake or scorpion. Of course, he knew very well that those high-level ability users must have pride and dignity, and they would definitely wait until the end to fight alone.
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At this stage, many prisoners seem to have found a fulcrum to prolong their vitality, which is to unite to deal with high-level ability users. Therefore, when they see Qin Long, who is clean and without any scars and is thin, such a person must either be strong or strong.
Unfortunately, Qin Long has unfortunately become the target of public criticism.
However, what is even more unfortunate is that they regarded Qin Long as the latter.
"Ha, there's a lone guy here!"
"Fuck him!"
Few people recognize Qin Long, and of course no one can know how dangerous and terrifying elements are hidden in his desolate-looking body. Therefore, the few people who are close to him are already facing the danger before they realize it.
Danger.
"Poof!" Almost instantly, a dull sound came.
That was when the throat was cut open and blood splattered. The three-edged file that had been ignored before was taken seriously in everyone's eyes, and Qin Long's strange speed suddenly became a killing weapon in their eyes.
"Damn! Ajian is dead!"
"How is this possible! He was with me just now!"
Just as these people were still hesitating, there was another popping sound. Just like before, another guy who was relatively close to the front had his throat cut open. His expression still maintained the vigilance from before, and he was already screaming.
Qin Long seemed to like this method, quickly knocking his opponent down without using any sharp weapons. Before advancing to the third level of superpower evolution, the constraints of his physical strength made it difficult for him to choose brutal attack methods, such as twisting.
The opponent's neck, one punch makes the opponent's chest collapse several inches, etc.
In fact, relatively speaking, Qin Long prefers the former, which makes him feel inexplicable joy, even though it is very light, even though Qin Long does not know that he, who has never been exposed to cruelty, will be so bloodthirsty.
, he still insisted on choosing the one where he could hear the sound of gurgling blood with just one stroke.
"Damn it! Ah Hua is dead too!"
There was finally an aura of danger among the dozen or so people surrounding them. They were only a little more ferocious and cruel than ordinary people. Of course, they couldn't see clearly how the other party cut the string of life with a gentle dance, let alone see.
There was a hint of playfulness in the corner of Qin Long's mouth the moment he succeeded. The fear of the unknown is always more frightening than before, so Qin Long obviously brought more fear to them than others.
"Japan! A bunch of idiots!" A thin man with a ferocious look in his eyes cursed, "We have killed a high-level ability user before. How powerful that person was, but we cut him into pieces.
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"Yeah! Damn it, a dozen or so people were intimidated by a young man, what a fool!" Someone immediately agreed.
In fact, the slender man was still muttering in his mind that the person they were besieging before was not a high-level ability user, at most an intermediate ability user, and he was seriously injured, and these dozen people shamelessly chose a sneak attack to succeed. He
The purpose of doing this is not so much to cheer up everyone, but rather to seek some inner comfort for myself.
Seeing this stalemate, Qin Long knew that it was time to add fuel to the flames. Power, only tyrannical power can be based on. Otherwise, with the help of these prisoners in front of him, even if he showed any signs of weakness, they would swarm him.
You will definitely have to pay more by then.
Therefore, after 0.5 seconds, Qin Long added a layer of fresh scarlet to the three-edged rasp, and an unlucky guy fell down on the opposite side, trying in vain to cover the spurting blood with his fingers.
"Who else wants to try?"
Qin Long wiped the blood on the blade as if nothing had happened. His tallness, thinness and fair skin left an indelible impression on the people in front of him. In their eyes, this strange young man and this strange scene...
They would rather have their memories completely erased. Almost at the same time, the remaining dozen or so people dispersed in a hurry.
Then, Qin Long felt a chill in his heart.
He felt another murderous intent on his skin, but this murderous intent was stronger than before, almost burning his skin like a substance, making him almost shiver.
"I was targeted by another high-level ability user again." Qin Long smiled bitterly.
This is already the tenth time. If nothing else goes wrong, when the moment of decisive battle comes, these ten people will be their biggest enemies and threats. For now, everyone is cleaning up the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in his eyes to prepare for the decisive battle.
Prepare.
Unilateral massacres, group sieges, evenly matched fights, and melee continue.
It's just that the situation is gradually becoming clearer. Dozens of battle circles can be faintly seen in the central square. The ranges do not overlap. There is even a vacuum zone in the middle. And in the center of each battle circle, there is a high-level battle circle without exception.
Ability users. Sometimes ten mid-level ability users besiege a high-level ability user, and sometimes dozens of low-level ability users besiege a high-level ability user. The fighting situation of each party is different, but most of them are high-level ability users.
Take advantage.
And Qin Long could clearly feel that no one in the circle where the queen was located could challenge her, and no one could even get close to her. The body of that short-haired woman had no idea how much violent power and amazing speed it contained. In fact, Qin
Long understood very well that the queen possesses third-level peak abilities, a hundred times the speed, strength, and reflexes of ordinary people. This is already the pinnacle existence among the current melee crowd.
From the beginning of the melee until two o'clock in the afternoon, in five hours, in the non-stop fighting, in the tired offense and defense, and in the tense nerves, the melee finally ended.
This time it was Sun Kun who came forward to maintain order. In the face of dozens of anti-aircraft machine guns, few people had the courage to challenge his authority. After several guys of unknown status were shot and killed, including the thin black man holding a dagger.
The guy was so handsome that all high-level ability users stopped attacking.
Only then did everyone have time to calm down, but they were all shocked.
The central square was already a hell on earth. A large number of prisoners were killed, blood flowed into rivers, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air. Although most of the dead prisoners had to be locked in cells and wait to die for the rest of their lives, even though
This was a battle destined to be 99% fatal, but everyone was still shocked by the miserable scene.
The final statistics left people speechless. A total of 500 people fought for five hours, and the death toll reached 347 people. There were 54 seriously injured people who groaned in pain even if they moved, and the seriously injured people were eventually killed.
Sun Kun ordered him to be brutally shot.
In other words, after this round of big conspiracy, there are only ninety-nine people who can insist on entering the next one-on-one match. In Sun Kun's words, there are still ninety-nine lucky guys left.
When everything returned to silence, Qin Long realized how sore his muscles were and how tired his spirit was. After five consecutive hours of non-stop killing, he endured a faint but sharp murderous intention. Even Qin Long, who had reached the first level of superpower,