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Wang Xiaoyu slowly retracted his right hand, and took out a tissue to gently wipe away before slowly putting it back in his pocket.

"You … You... "You!"

skinhead was so angry that he could not take it anymore, he used his hand to look at the dead little brother in front of him, and at this moment, he could almost conclude that the fat and skinny little brothers were not doing well either.

"Where did this person come from? Why is he so powerful?" Logically speaking, such a powerful being should have long heard of him. Who exactly is he? "

skinhead could not help but think.

However, he was only thinking about how the successive strikes of his subordinates had made him lose all rationality and the burning rage in his heart made him only want to ruthlessly stomp Wang Xiaoyu who was not far away under his feet and chop him into a hundred and eighty pieces.

Sweeping his eyes across the dead bodies on the ground, skinhead slowly stood up, just like how a Japanese commander would when charging in with his sword during a battle, he pointed his black blade at Wang Xiaoyu, his eyes red as he roared at his subordinates around him: "F * ck, attack together, kill him, kill him! Kill him!"

His voice was filled with dignity, this was a boldness that only a person who had dominated the region for a long time would have. Under this roar, his subordinates around him obediently held up and wielded the black blade in their hands, fearlessly rushing towards Wang Xiaoyu.

The charge of over twenty men was like a small black wave.

"Heh, good one!"

The current Wang Xiaoyu did not fear this black wave at all. On the contrary, a fighting intent that was weak at the start rose from his heart, but it gradually grew until it was like a raging inferno.

"Come, come and fight!"

Wang Xiaoyu licked his lips, the black tide igniting the fighting intent in the depths of his heart for the first time, his mood also becoming exceptionally excited along with the burning fighting intent.

He ripped off the jacket on his upper body, revealing a muscular upper body with short black sleeves.

All these years, although Wang Xiaoyu had spent most of his time on that trash of a girl like Tang Wenwen, he still had time to persevere and cultivate his own body, hoping that he would be able to thoroughly conquer that woman like Tang Wenwen.

Unfortunately, the woman from before was now someone he couldn't muster the slightest interest in.

Shaking his head, he threw his coat on the ground and raised his head to look at the sky. His right hand that was full of explosive power seemed to be ignited by his raging will to fight, becoming hot and red.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he even saw traces of white smoke rising from his right hand that had turned red.

"Meow!"

His right hand was constantly warming up, reminding him that he was releasing a powerful force. Wang Xiaoyu's eyes were bloodshot, he stepped forward to face the black wave.

"Clang!" "Clang! Clang!"

The moment Wang Xiaoyu charged into the black tide, he was quickly engulfed by the black tide, as if a drop of ink was poured into a black ocean.

Flames, metal clashing, roars, screams, dust, blood!

For a moment, the steady and low-key black was actually produced a song of fire and blood by the collisions between the two sides.

"The first!" Kill! "

Wang Xiaoyu threw out a few punches with his right hand, they landed on the black sharp blades, immediately, dozens of black sharp blades turned into pieces, shooting out towards the sky and turning into a pile of scrap metal.

After shattering the enemy's weapon with a few punches, he shouted loudly and flashed in front of a little brother who was as strong as a raging bull.

"The second one, die!"

After killing this lackey with a single punch, he took a step to the right and used his left foot to kick the side of his lackeys who were flocking over. Borrowing this force, his body shot out like a cannonball, and the speed punch landed viciously on the other lackey's body.

"Crack!"

That lackey's ribs were broken on the spot, and his body was sent flying. After colliding several people, he died.

"The third!"

"The fourth!"

Wang Xiaoyu couldn't remember how many punches he threw out. He only knew that the more he punched, the fiercer his punches became, and the faster his punches got. Those strong Black Blade Sect warriors who were usually domineering towards his side were like chocolates in front of his fists.

If he touched it, he would break. If he touched it, he would die!

Until … Brilliant sunlight showered down from the sky around him. There was no longer any black waves. He slowly retracted his right hand, which had gradually returned to its original temperature. The monstrous fighting spirit in his heart also cooled down along with it.

"Hu, how comfortable!"

Wang Xiaoyu bellowed, the surging battle intent causing him to feel extremely at ease, his eyes shone brightly as he looked around, only to see that with him as the center, the five metres area around him was filled with many bright red corpses.

"Huh?"

Just as he was about to retract his gaze, he suddenly discovered a person hiding at the foot of the broken wall of the Cute Pet Shop. That person's entire black suit was drenched in blood, and his hands were hugging his head while trembling.

"Hmm? Someone actually did not die? "

Wang Xiaoyu was astonished. One had to know that the wild fighting intent from before had caused him to attack everyone to his heart's content. His right fist, which was filled with explosive power, had killed anyone who got hit in an instant.

"Could it be?" Does this person have the ability to withstand one of his punches? "

With curiosity, Wang Xiaoyu walked over to the man and kicked him: "Hey, get up!"

"Speak, why aren't you dead?"

The person was kicked by Wang Xiaoyu. Before the fear in his heart grew, he almost did not dare to look straight at Wang Xiaoyu.

"Fuck, you're not going to answer me, you're not going to answer me, right? If you're not going to answer me, then go to hell!"

Wang Xiaoyu saw that the man was so scared that he could not even utter a word, and could not help but be furious, he raised his fist and threw it at the man's head.

"Humph, if I didn't have the power of the Fat Cat Demon Sovereign, I would have been killed by you today, so don't blame me!"

Wang Xiaoyu shook his head, thinking that this was the real world, whether you die or me, as for who will live and who will die, it all depended on your ability.

It was very obvious that in this battle, Wang Xiaoyu's ability was even stronger, so, only he lived, and the others, died!

Wang Xiaoyu's fist quickly dropped, just as he was about to touch the man's scalp, an accident happened!

"F * ck!" What was going on? What are you doing, fat cat? "

Wang Xiaoyu had originally wanted to smash apart that person's head with a fist, but when his fist was about to land, he was surprised to find that his right fist had actually recovered at an unknown time.

There were no longer any green veins bulging on his body. There was no demonic energy that was filled with explosive power. There was no power that could shatter the black blade with a single punch. In an instant, there was nothing left.

What was even worse was that when his fist landed on that person's head, that person's hand suddenly lost all of its strength.

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