"The game begins."
Once the barrier fell, there was no possibility of retreating. The audience was completely excited, and the shouts of killing were like overwhelming waves.
Long Shaoming looked at the people around him warily, using his thin body to reduce his presence, and took two steps back. When the first person fell, he immediately ran away, circling the edge of the field.
There were more than one people who had the same idea as him. More than a dozen people were running in circles, which resulted in them bumping into each other.
Long Shaoming was stabbed in the back, the wound extended from the shoulder to the kidney, and his intestines were hanging out. He couldn't help but scream, and then rolled on the ground to avoid the attack.
All the strategies in his mind and all the countermeasures he had prepared were of no use in the face of this crazy killing.
There is a huge difference between talking about war on paper and actual combat, just like the melee now. Instead of running away, you should keep a distance from others and find ways to attack others or protect yourself.
Never show your back, and don't run blindly and waste your energy. Playing dead is even worse, because everyone will finish you off.
It won't take much time to get to the corpse.
Long Shaoming rolled over for more than ten times and struggled to get up from the ground. The next second, he was kicked to the ground and then chopped on the neck by a knife.
The ring-handled knife slowly rose in his sight, blood dripped into his eyes, and everything turned blood red.
Die!
Perhaps it was the potential that erupted between life and death, Long Shaoming gathered his strength again and tried his best to dodge. With a clang, the blade hit the solid concrete ground.
Long Shaoming stabbed the sharp knife in his hand, using all his strength, and pierced the enemy's heart without any suspense.
An adult fell on top of him, and he no longer had the strength to push him away. Blood slowly flowed out, body temperature was fading, and he sincerely felt the harshness of reality.
Long Shaoming was too weak and anyone could pin him to the ground. His so-called courage and strategy were of no use at all.
He grew up as a garbage collector, how intelligent can he be?
"hehe……"
The heart is higher than the sky, but the life is thinner than paper.
Long Shaoming understood this point. He knew nothing special about himself and he could not win by himself. Fortunately, he had Stars.
He reached into the inside pocket of his clothes tremblingly and gently rubbed the pure white fruit. A warm current flowed through his whole body.
God of stars, please give me the strength to overcome all obstacles. Let me tear apart this filthy and hypocritical world and crush the city of red and wine.
Beneath this mask of gold and powder makeup is a face covered with pus-filled sores.
Let the children have a bite to eat.
If the children's god was the heating pipes, his god was the god who gave the stars.
The stars allow a rat in the gutter like him to think of himself as extraordinary and allow him to live with his head held high.
In the VIP seats, Zhao Si lowered his head and scrolled through his phone. He didn't like this kind of bloody and violent fight.
Then he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the ring, and he felt a familiar breath.
Cloud fruit! Why is there a cloud fruit smell?
Lu Haochu noticed his abnormality and asked, "What's wrong?"
"There's a strange smell."
Buzz!
Invisible waves spread out, the breeze suddenly stopped, and the deafening shouts of killing gradually faded, but the roars of the audience outside did not stop. The air seemed to disappear and the sound no longer spread.
All the practitioners froze in their places, and the powerful ones high in the sky changed their expressions slightly. They felt the sharp blades spreading in the void, enveloping their bodies.
A faint murderous aura spread.
It started to drizzle, as if to cool down the warm atmosphere.
A blurry figure walked out from the void. He was holding a bamboo umbrella and wearing a gray-white Taoist robe. His lowered eyes showed no sadness or joy.
Long Shaoming's bloodstained face was stunned, and then tears could not stop flowing from his eyes. His lips trembled, and he said in a tiny voice with all his strength:
"I pray to you..."
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