C135 Hand up and knife down

To make light of, to make light of, to make light of.

The cheque that was blown away by a slight gust of wind was casually thrown onto the table.

I didn't feel any pressure, so the process was natural and self-confident, with a natural air of elegance about it.

Wei Yi felt a lot of pressure. Although he wanted to use all of his strength to prove that he did not care about the money, he stared intently at the stage beneath the stage. Oh, no, right now the eyes of the cage had betrayed him.

Not everyone cared about this one million, not just a random force could be as rich and imposing as the mouse door, and not just a single person could have the intimidating power and boldness of the Zhou Lao Er.

So Wei Yi was in pain, I even thought that this amount of money could break his bones. Even the antique shop that Wu Huai wanted to buy might not even be worth half of his cheque.

After all, in this era, money was still money, so there was no need to use it to clean one's ass.

"This contestant is very strong, that little brother of yours is probably in danger." Wei Yi sneered.

"I've always thought that the check you put on the table now might be dangerous." I replied easily. Furthermore, my attitude was much better than before. No matter what, this guy gave me a million yuan before we even started the transaction. For the sake of the money, I shouldn't provoke him with a nasty attitude.

It's an immoral act, and I can't do such an immoral thing. In my heart, I silently told myself that Zheng Qiqiao was a noble person.

As I thought about it, a beautiful flower appeared on my face. Who said that? People's laughter is the world's most heart palpitating thing, nothing can smile under the wave of calm.

"It's just a mere million, Brother Zheng thinks too highly of this small amount of money."

Wei Yi looked at the cage below and then looked at me.

Then, I tried to make my voice as soft as possible, trying to be gentle as I said to Wei Yi, "No matter how small it is, it's still meat, so I made you laugh shamelessly."

"Humph!" Wei Yi snorted as he stood behind the panoramic window and watched the commotion unfold below quietly.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, I think the next moment will be more exciting. In the second match, a mysterious contestant was about to appear … Of course, this is not the main point. The main point is that today, we will once again see a battle with weapons. It will be even more bloody, violent and dangerous. Winning is up. If you lose, you can make a comeback this time. If you win, do any of you mind if you have more money in your pocket? "

The host did his best to stir up the mood. He did his best to tempt everyone to enter the match.

Therefore, there were many colorful bills on the table below. Everyone stared at the two entrances to the cage with widened eyes.

"Get the hell out of here. We want to watch a battle, not a fat old man like you!"

Some people whistled and shouted at the hosts above.

"Hurry up and get down! We want to watch a duel with weapons!"

The host didn't seem to care about what was going on below. He was already used to this kind of scene, so he calmly bowed to the people below, or to the yuan below, and then slowly left the stage.

The small door of the iron cage opened, and Fan Cunhu entered with an embarrassed face. He looked at the crowd below who were staring at him, and looked at the crazy and fanatical looks in their eyes, and scratched his head with a blushing face.

"Haha!" And he's even a little kid! "

"Faint Soul!" How can he be a child, a bunch of bastards, and not leak any information about him in advance! "

"We won, we won! We've struck it rich this time!"

"Get lost! It wasn't fair, the host was doing it! "Get out here, this is unfair, you son of a bitch!"

Fan Cunhu made a movement as he scratched his head, suddenly, it was as though a bomb had been thrown into deep water. The crowd boiled, everyone went crazy, and the people who bet on Fan Cunhu started to curse wildly, all kinds of obscene obscenities dancing in the air.

On the other hand, those who bet on Fan Cunhu's opponents laughed heartily. They slapped the table and waved their hands nonstop, as if they had just eaten stimulants.

The other man, who was covered in muscles and looked somewhat black, playfully gave Fan Cunhu a middle finger, and then hooked his finger, in his other hand was a spiked mace.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! "

"Hurry up and kill this kid with a swing of the staff. My money!"

With a provocative gesture from the tanned man, the two sides once again calmed down a little. Everyone began to shout with all their might, as if their throats were about to burst. The overlapping sound waves seemed to be able to overturn the thick roof.

Fan Cunhu stood where he was with a calm demeanor, he did not even reveal the Pu Dao s that were wrapped in coarse cloth behind him. He only revealed the hilt of his blade on his shoulder.

The tanned man once again made a few provocative gestures towards Fan Cunhu.

Fan Cunhu was still standing there, looking at him, but he did not make a move, like a javelin, like a clay figurine.

Being ignored by this skinny boy in front of him, the tanned man was enraged, completely enraged. He roared out crazily, raised his spiked club with his right hand and smashed it towards Fan Cunhu.

The mace was fast, fierce, and menacing. The spectators below screamed crazily, all of them opened their eyes wide, as though they were waiting for the moment Fan Cunhu's brain would explode.

It was just that Fan Cunhu was even faster and fiercer, and the force of the blade was even more unfathomable.

With his right hand on the handle of his blade, he shook his hand slightly, and the cloth wrapped around the Pu Dao was removed, and a pitch black, pure black and incomparable black blade appeared before everyone's eyes.

Clang!

With a light tilt of the club, the mace that was as heavy as a thousand kilograms was easily deflected by Fan Cunhu.

had already bent down to pick up the coarse cloth and hemp rope that had fallen to the ground, while the tanned burly man in front of him stood there without moving an inch.

This strange scene caused everyone to hold their breath. They stared at the two people in the cage in puzzlement. No one spoke, and no one dared to make even the slightest sound.

They seemed afraid to break the eerie silence.

Finally, when Fan Cunhu wrapped the Pu Dao up again with a piece of coarse cloth and tied it up with a hemp rope, a person below bellowed out.

"Bastard!" "The two of you, break it, you …"

Before he could finish cursing, his face was filled with disbelief as he stared at the cage-like stage. His expression was as if he had seen a ghost, causing the people who were about to shout with him to freeze up once again.

What did they see?

No one dared to believe the scene that he saw, even Wei Yi who was beside me widened his eyes in disbelief, the hands that were hanging on both sides of his body suddenly clenched into fists.

Along with the shout, a bloody wound appeared on the dark-skinned man's neck. Then, that bloody wound grew bigger and bigger, extending continuously along his neck. The dark skinned man's head fell onto the ground like a rubber ball, rolling twice.

That headless body fell to the ground, blood flowing out crazily like a small river, slowly flowing towards the audience.

"AHH!" "We've won!"

"Brat, don't go. Let's play another round. Let's play another round. Your elder will bet on you winning again!"

"Don't go, one more round!"

All of their red-eyed people looked at Fan Cunhu as if they were looking at a gold tree. They frantically shouted for Fan Cunhu to stay on the stage, but Fan Cunhu was forced to turn his head and run out of the cage.

Wu Huai looked at me, his eyes were filled with shock and confusion, he didn't even see Fan Cunhu make a move, yet his opponent had already fallen to the ground in a strange manner.

If not for that tanned muscular man brandishing the Wolf Fanged Mace that was as heavy as a thousand kilograms, he probably would have thought that the person standing in front of Fan Cunhu was a dead man in the first place.

It was very obvious that many people believed that to be the case. Thus, they began to curse, saying that the organizers cheated, and wanted the organizers to return their chips back.

Wei Yi's neck also became a little stiff as he turned to look at me. He wanted to say something, but opened his mouth but no words came out.

There are currently three people standing in this room. I am probably the only one who could barely see what just happened.

Fan Cunhu explained the entire fight in a very simple and straightforward manner, to the point where even the pitch black Pu Dao did not see any blood. The tanned muscular man smashed down with the mace and Fan Cunhu struck the root of the mace with his saber. He was extremely skilled with his strength and easily knocked the mace that should have smashed onto his head away. Then, taking advantage of the tanned man's strength while he was using the empty door, he very casually drew the tip of the blade across his opponent's neck.

A tyrannical inner strength poured out from the tip of the saber, forming a blade of air that directly cut through the opponent's neck.

In fact, I was even thinking that at that moment, the blood in the dark Chinese study tube was still flowing normally, and his nerves were still connected, so he instinctively stood on the spot, not daring to make the slightest movement. This is because even the slightest movement of the wind and grass could cause him to lose his life.

At this time, the audience shouted with all their might. Sound waves shot back and forth across the dark man's neck, causing his neck to break. He became a dead man.