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He really did not understand how this nameless person, who had suddenly appeared in just two days, could possess such terrifying strength!

In fact, it wasn't just him who didn't understand, even the MIS who fought with him. Li Jun was also slightly stupefied at this moment.

When Wang Xiaoyu and A Biao were fighting, he had already started to carefully measure and analyze Wang Xiaoyu's strength with narrowed eyes. This was a habit of his, he liked to see through the other party.

From the information he got, Wang Xiaoyu had only killed tens of Black Blade Sect's people, he was very clear on the strength of those people, who relied on their backers to run rampant through East Street like a group of ruffians.

With such low strength, a group of people might not even make it to the 10th rank of the Black Fist expert rankings.

Therefore, when A Biao, who was ranked third in the Black Fist Grandmaster Ranking fought against him, MIS released a cold light. Li Jun had already sentenced Wang Xiaoyu to death in her heart.

Although when Wang Xiaoyu took his first punch, he was slightly surprised at Wang Xiaoyu and assessed his strength, but, he knew A Biao did not use his full strength.

A A Biao who did not use all his strength, and only used five percent of his strength, would not even have the destructive power and lethality of the tenth rank of the Black Fist Grandmaster Ranking, and might not even be able to make it into the top fifteen.

This A Biao, evidently, did not kill him in his first clash with Wang Xiaoyu. This was a result that he had long anticipated.

However, he never expected that Wang Xiaoyu would not be harmed the slightest bit when he took A Biao's full force blow. He only killed the powerful A Biao with a single punch, and from the looks of how A Biao's internal organs were destroyed, he determined that Wang Xiaoyu's small body was not any weaker than A Biao's.

Even so, he had only raised Wang Xiaoyu's strength by one level, reaching the same height as the second rank on the Black Fist Expert Ranking!

On the basis of this assessment of strength, MIS. Although Li Jun had taken a liking to Wang Xiaoyu, it was not enough to put him in her eyes. If not for the fact that Wang Xiaoyu was so reckless, even if Qu Diqiu asked him to take action, he would not have bothered to do so.

After all, the second ranked master of the Black Fist Grandmaster Ranking could not even withstand a single strike from him. Even the so-called number one on the Expert Ranking was just because he wanted to keep a low profile and not be affected by his reputation.

To him, being first would only be like killing second place, a one shot to death.

However, a person like him, who could easily make the number one expert of the Black Fist Grandmaster Ranking give up his position, had actually used "Flick Finger Kill" just now!

After using such a unique fighting technique, not only was Wang Xiaoyu's skin not touched, the wrist that held his blade was even shattered by the opponent.

It was simply … MIS. Li Jun felt that this was the first time that he had encountered such a setback and humiliation. Furthermore, this setback and humiliation was caused by an unknown youngster.

How could he endure this? How could he not be angry? How could he not be angry?

MIS. Li Jun's expression completely sunk. The cold light in her eyes behind the circular glasses faded, igniting two balls of anger.

"Good, very good!"

"You are the first one to be killed by my 'snap of my fingers'."

And an indestructible one!

"

MIS. While Li Jun's hands were moving around her clothes, she made a "poof" sound.

"Oh? That seems to be my honor! "

Faced with MIS. Li Jun gnashed her teeth in anger. Wang Xiaoyu put both of his hands into his pockets, looking at the furious MIS with disdain. Li Jun then looked towards Qu Diqiu and provoked him: "Your teammates are too spicy, if you don't want to die, you can immediately prepare five million to redeem your life!"

Saying that, Wang Xiaoyu's gaze turned towards the MIS. Li Jun moved over. After a pause, she smiled and said, "Oh, right. Just forget about your B * tch. You almost took my life just now!"

"Forget about 5 million, even if you give me 50 million, I won't forgive you!"

Wang Xiaoyu turned to Qu Diqiu and asked: "How is it? "Think about it?"

"AHH!" Damn it, I will kill you, I will kill you! "

MIS. Li Jun was so angry that her eyes turned red, he shouted frantically, and ignoring Qu Diqiu who was hesitating behind him, she clenched her fists and rushed forward.

"MIS. "Li Jun!"

Qu Diqiu originally wanted to pull him back, but when he thought about the terrifying strength that Wang Xiaoyu had displayed consecutively, he hesitated for a moment. He was not sure if they could kill the Wang Xiaoyu in front of them.

The moment he thought of all these, for some inexplicable reason, his mind began to consider the conditions that Wang Xiaoyu had proposed.

"Five million and I can live!"

He kept muttering to himself. Suddenly, he thought of the cruel Black Fist Arena. Every fighter confidently walked onto the stage. They all wanted to tear their opponent into pieces the moment they saw him.

Countless people gathered around them, waving all kinds of banknotes in their hands as they shouted in a crazed manner, "Beat him to death, beat him to death!"

"Beat him to death, I'll bet a million …"

"F * ck him, I bet five hundred thousand …"

"Baby, F * ck you! I'll bet 10 million on you winning!"

All of a sudden, Qu Diqiu's brain was filled with all sorts of fanatical shouts, these fanatical shouts made his blood rush to his head, and he only had one thought in his mind: I'm a fighter, I want to kill my opponent, and money, is only the reward for those who survived.

"Five million and he'll be able to live. Could it be that the person who will survive and win the prize will be Wang Xiaoyu?"

"No, I am the champion. I am the one who survived. I am the one who deserves the five million …"

Suddenly, Qu Diqiu loudly roared. Wang Xiaoyu's words incited him to be silent for more than a year, causing him to become crazy. Those craziness on the Black Fist Arena, the creed of the only fighters on those stages: "Only those who are alive are worthy of the reward!"

"MIS. "Li Jun!"

Finally, Qu Diqiu shouted out loud. He took a step forward, and with his claw-like hands, he grabbed onto the MIS. The clothes on Li Jun's back caused him to suddenly slow down in his advance.

MIS. After Li Jun was pulled by Qu Diqiu, she was obviously stunned for a moment. Then, his anger towards Wang Xiaoyu reappeared and filled his brain, he turned and roared at Qu Diqiu: "Elder Qu, let go of me, I want to kill him!"

"MIS. "Li!"

Qu Diqiu raised his voice by a few levels as he shouted at his comrades.

MIS. Li Jun turned her head to look, seeing that Qu Diqiu's eyes were filled with fire of war, he was startled, and shouted: "Elder Qu, could it be that you want to?"

However, before Qu Diqiu could reply, Wang Xiaoyu stared at him with interest and said: "Oh? "Seems like you don't plan on using money to redeem Luo Feng's life?"

"Alright, then the two of you come at me together!"

Qu Diqiu's eyes burned with passion as if he had returned to the arena. He released the MIS that was holding him. Li Jun's hand, stepped forward towards Wang Xiaoyu, narrowed his eyes, and said proudly: "Hmph, brat, to deal with you, I alone am enough!"