: Chapter 32

Xie Chian hates four kinds of people: the insatiable, the avenger, the deceitful, and the frantic. There is no reason in his existing memory, but this does not hinder his dislike.
Feng Ming accounted for two.
Deceive feelings, but also frantic.
Although Xie Chian was not deceived by him. But Feng Ming's offensive was indeed quite fierce—dividing him food, saving his life, giving him medicine, and using his body as bait to help him draw away the enemy, all of them had to fall.
Xie Chian is not a hard-hearted person, or a hard-hearted person.
He really hates deceitful and dehumanizing.
Xie Chian's arm was twisted on the spot, and Feng Ming suffered a lot of pain, but he also used this to move back quickly to get rid of Xie Chian's restraint. He took the dislocated arm back without hesitation, the click of the bone reset was clearly audible, and his brow did not frown.
The fruit knife quickly switched to his left hand, and Feng Ming immediately raised it to resist Xie Chian's attack.
As soon as Feng Ming received his right arm, his left arm was already injured, and it was difficult to deal with Xie Chian. The small and cramped cabin was not conducive to fighting. Xie Chian held the javelin in both hands, with sharp and fierce moves, and Feng Ming was forced into a blind spot soon.
Feng Ming gripped the knife with his left hand and stared at the cold-faced boy in front of him.
So strong...
After confronting Xie Chi'an head-on, you can intuitively feel the opponent's combat effectiveness. Feng Ming is also a person who has practiced, and the skills have nothing to say, but the combat experience is not as rich as Xie Chi'an, and the movements are not as skilled as he is.
Before Monday, everyone was living in a peaceful world, and Feng Ming had only practiced hands with small animals. Otherwise, he had learned from the coach and never killed anyone.
But what Xie Chian showed was a man who had long been used to fighting, and he used all kinds of tricks to kill people!
Feng Ming couldn't help but wonder what kind of family Xie Chian was born into...
Xie Chian walked up to Feng Ming, raised a hand, and was about to pierce his neck. Feng Ming tilted his head, the sharp javelin tilted his head, and pierced Feng Ming's shoulder blades.
Feng Ming snorted and kicked Xie Chian's calf quickly. Xie Chian retired and avoided, Feng Ming took the opportunity to drew his javelin and threw it to the ground, clutching the wound on his right shoulder and grabbing the door.
On the playground, the 41 people being juggled were in confrontation with the 20 people watching. Although the latter has few people, the former has just gone through a melee and his state is not at its peak. It really doesn't know who wins or loses.
At this time, a handsome young man suddenly fell from the national flag stand and ran out, with his left hand covering his shoulder, the blood in the wound had already dyed his fingers. Suddenly attracted the attention of the audience.
Feng Ming raised his head and shouted hoarsely: "The poisoned person is inside!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were drawn to the flag stand.
Xie Chian picked up the javelin on the ground, his eyes darkened.
Now, he is going out or not, nor is he going out.
The backpack was thrown on the ground at will by him, Xie Chian, holding a broken javelin in each hand, slowly walked out of the cabin.
The rest were shocked.
When is there such a person on the playground?
No one had seen him in the morning, that is to say, he was probably the first one to arrive, and then he kept hiding under the flag stand and sitting on the mountain watching tigers fight. And the person who arrives first is most likely to arrange the deadly bottle of water.
There is no evidence for Feng Ming's words, but it does not matter. Angry people need a target to vent, and Xie Chian is most suspicious, that's enough.
When everyone's attention fell on Xie Chian, Feng Ming took the opportunity to leave the playground.
The broadcast stipulates that he will be executed if he leaves the safe area for more than one hour, so he only needs to control the time within one hour, isn't it enough?
As soon as he left the big playground, Feng Ming's staggering steps slowed down, his figure was tall and straight, and his smile resurfaced, but he was still holding his wound, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Feng Ming couldn't be 100% sure that Xie Chian made the bottle of water, but what does that matter? He only needs a way to get out.
The wounded he was not suitable for fighting anymore, so let Xie Chian solve those people. After waiting an hour for him to return, maybe he will be able to harvest a group of dead enemies and a dying Xie Chi'an.
It's not just Xie Chi'an who can do things like killing someone with a knife. Feng Ming also did an excellent job.
It's not that no one noticed Feng Ming's departure, but Xie Chian, who suddenly appeared now, was the point.
Only Situ Yue glanced in the direction where he left.
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Xie Chian was enjoying the attention of the audience.
To be honest, it doesn't feel so wonderful. Those who looked at him were curious, probing, and jealous, and most of the rest were murderous.
There is no doubt that Feng Ming caused him a big
trouble.
Less than ten seconds after the confrontation, a boy rushed up and jumped up. The wooden stick in his hand fell straight down.
The perfect way to commit suicide.
Xie Chian lightly mocked, and raised his right hand, with the tip of the javelin facing up, and the boy was pierced through his abdomen. At the same time, the left wrist was flipped and successfully killed a boy who sneaked from behind.
Complete double play in one minute.
Blood splattered Xie Chi'an's brows and eyes, and those cold eyes were nothing but pitch-black.
This hand obviously shocked many people.
However, everyone who was dazzled by anger did not retreat. More people is power, and Wu Shengxiong is so powerful, it is not a dead end under the wheel war. This kid looks very thin, and with his skill, can his physical strength be better than Wu Shengxiong?
It's just that they thought so in their hearts, but no one dared to step forward for a while.
No one is a fool, Wu Shengxiong was consumed to death, but it doesn't matter how many lives were filled. Whoever gets on first and who dies, everyone wants to be the one that misses out at the back. There is no difference between a forward and a death squad.
To live desperately to this day, who wants to die?
Don't you?
Xie Chi'an held the javelin tightly.
Then... he moves first.
Since a fierce fight is destined to be unavoidable, it is better to fight quickly and decide quickly. A pair of forty-one, all of these forty-one are the top 100 out of 2,000 people, and it is a dream to say that it is safe to win. Xie Chian can only be grateful that these forty-one people have consumed all they have just experienced the first battle, and he will not give them enough time to recover their strength.
Those people were waiting for others to do it first, thinking that they would be deadlocked for a long time, but they didn't expect someone to move soon.
The first thing to do... is the one who was besieged by them.
Is this kid crazy? !
Regardless of whether it is an active attack or a passive attack, the chance of a besieged person surviving in a wheel battle is very small. In this regard, the first few strong men whose bodies have already cold can testify.
Xie Chian has also been avoiding this situation.
Unfortunately, it cannot be avoided. Go ahead.
I saw a flash of golden light, and the sharp javelin gave off a dazzling edge under the sun. A boy in the crowd watched Xie Chian suddenly rush to him, and he broke his breath before he could even react.
Not to mention the other 38 people, even the 19 people who were on the sidelines who were still hesitating to do it all felt a chill.
Why are there 19 people? Because Feng Ming left the scene, Ye Zeyu is currently in a state of despair. Thanks to Chi'anla for his good hatred, otherwise, according to Ye Zeyu's current situation, it will take minutes to be killed.
In the face of the strong, people are afraid. From anger to horror, horror turns to anger. They are still entangled in whether to do it or not, Xie Chian has not given them a chance to think about it, and thoroughly implements it first. They were not temperless, and immediately plunged into the battle again. Only this time, they had a clear goal and killed the boy in white shirt.
In the next hour, twenty people who had nothing to do with them witnessed a wonderful battle.
The more I look at it, the more I am scared—this combat power is god-level, right? Does he even hurt?
Xie Chian could not suffer any injuries. Most of the alive people have strong skills and various self-defense weapons. After half an hour, Xie Chian’s wounds on his body are uncommon, but he feels no pain. In order to avoid Harm, you can let other parts meet those weapons without hesitation. As long as it doesn't affect his mobility, he doesn't care about those skin injuries.
How did this kind of fighting awareness and fighting style develop? They all lived in peaceful times before.
"Yeah..." Xie Chian snorted, the knee joint was slammed with a stone, and he knelt on one knee and supported his body with a javelin. The blood dripped from the fingertips and stained the lawn red.
He raised his head and saw a boy with a slingshot standing outside the crowd. He took out a rock from his backpack and aimed at him.
Boys probably thought they would be fine if they stayed away from Xie Chian. But he was afraid that he had forgotten that the javelin was used for throwing. Only Xie Chian turned it into a melee weapon.
Xie Chian threw a javelin with his right hand, passed through the crowd, and quickly penetrated the boy's heart. At the same time, with his left hand, he stood up again, turned his head to confine a person's neck with his arm, and robbed him of his weapon folding knife.
It is much more convenient to have a knife than a javelin.
Xie Chian used the other javelin to the best of his ability and made the last long-range attack. After that, he used a folding knife as a weapon, adding more wings.
This wave of operations was stable, and the onlookers were dumbfounded.
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After Feng Ming had treated the wound and returned, he saw this scene.
Before he left, all 41 people who were about to besiege Xie Chian died.
In the center of the corpse stood a young boy in a white shirt—it could no longer be called a white shirt, it was completely a red dress soaked in blood. There is a lot of blood on his body, both of his own and others, spreading on his neck, wrists, ankles, and his shirt is even more terrible. Even Qingjun's cheeks meander with red lines, lined with lacquer eyes, strangely coquettish and gorgeous.
He held a folding knife in his palm, and the lawn under his feet was watered with blood. All beings are dead, but he stands alone and declares the victory of this killing.
Like Manzhusha, who has endured for thousands of years, it finally blooms slowly, splashing and sprinkling, the ultimate beauty.
There was a hint of excitement in Feng Ming's eyes.
How beautiful.
Chi An, you finally become...like me.