There must be something even crazier out there!

Compared to Yangchikov's control of the F70 area, the blood show is even more chilling.

The F70 area was like a Shura field, and everyone knew what Yanchikov was thinking.

But the bloody show...

But it's like a knife that kills without blood!

Beneath the appearance of peace and stability in the east of the city, the flesh and blood are actually being cut one by one.

"Ning Fan, then you and Da Ben..."

Hearing this, Huizi became a little worried.

Although he has enough confidence in Ning Fan's strength, the player who can make it up is also not a mediocre player.

What if the use of spirit servants is allowed above the fourth floor?

"It's okay, let's try it first."

Ning Fan smiled and said, "By the way, today is the Boxing Saint's debut. You didn't go?"

"I can't go."

Huizi sighed: "I sneaked out yesterday and was caught by the owner. If I miss work again, I will lose my job."

Thinking about how Huizi was scolded by the store owner yesterday...

Ning Fan was quite happy.

"And Lu Lao Er, he worked all day yesterday, and his arm was almost broken from exhaustion! He told me this morning that if I still treated him like a child laborer, he would definitely disown me!"

…

Blood show.

Field No. 6.

Blood was dripping from the boxing master's bandaged hand.

At his feet, there lay a corpse with its face blurred by beatings.

Everyone in the audience stared at the scene on the stone platform in amazement.

From the time the bell rang until now...

Two seconds.

One punch.

The bloody fight is over.

This visual stimulation is even more shocking than the Sword God match yesterday!

Feng San sat in the stands, his eyes...

Full of excitement!

"Where on earth did these two top-quality items come from?"