"Damn, I just bet one million cold noodles in the assassin just now, haha!"

"The Assassin Cold Nose hides his strength and never confronts him head-on before!"

...

There were endless sounds in the audience, but Ye Chenfeng heard a rough idea. In the past, the assassin's cold noodles gave everyone the feeling that he won by relying on his body speed and skills. The biggest disadvantage was that his physique was too thin and easy to be ignored.

As the way forward, Hiroshi Xingyuan was overwhelming and showed a very domineering side. The two of them had the opposite styles, so it was hard for everyone to tell who would win and who would lose. When he bet just now, there was no one-sided trend. The supporters of both sides were similar.

However, when the game started, everyone found that the Assassin's cold nostalgia had a backup plan. This guy's strength was much more terrifying than he thought.

Now the people who bet on Hiroji Xingyuan were crying, and the blood was so painful.

Some of them were happy and some were worried, and those who bet on the assassin's cold face were naturally happy.

Xing Yuan Haoer wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the cold face of the assassin in front of him with a vigilant look. This guy is so strong that if he doesn't want to die today, he probably won't win him.

In fact, Xingyuan Haoji's physical strength has been seriously overdrawn, and he is just supporting him with a belief in his heart!

The best way is to attack.

"ah!"

Hiroji Xingyuan's attack officially kicked off. His fists were hit in a series of densely storms like heavy rain, dancing tightly. Moreover, each of his strikes targeted the fragile part of the Assassin's cold face, and wanted to completely suppress the Assassin's cold face with his huge momentum and life-desperate speed.

At the beginning, Hiroji Xingyuan's desperate fighting style really suppressed the assassin's cold face. After all, he couldn't stand the punch hitting a person's face.

Suddenly, the assassin's cold face looked like a poisonous snake, wandering around freely, sometimes left and right, with shadows everywhere, and began to play tricks with Hiroji Xingyuan.

"Puff..."

The assassin's cold noodles was beyond expectations. Every time he wandered, he would definitely raise a ball of blood. Xingyuan Haoji kept punching his body, and blood kept thrusting out of his mouth, but he was still persevering, although the speed and strength of his punches gradually slowed down and became smaller.

"Bang!"

Finally, Hokuji Xingyuan couldn't hold on anymore. The black robe on the assassin's cold face swelled in the wind. He jumped up and kicked Hokuji Xingyuan with a light and weak kick, but Hokuji Xingyuan vomited blood and flew backwards, as if he was hit by a sled hammer that was heavier than a thousand pounds!

Another long human-shaped blood was dragged out from the glass wall. Xingyuan Haoji was lying on the ground, twitching, and blood was gushing out of his mouth.

"Beat him to death! Assassin's cold face, the warriors beat him to death..."

Suddenly, the audience on the second and third floors all started to frantically, and after standing up together, they shouted wildly.

Many supporters of Assassin Cold Noodles like Assassin Cold Noodles first knock down their opponents, and then torture them to death bit by bit. This torture style can bring great stimulation to these "perverts"!

A ferocious expression appeared on the assassin's face under the cold mask, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pushed towards Hiroji Xingyuan step by step.

Xing Yuan Haoer's eyes became blurred. After crawling a few times, he finally staggered and stood up. He still put on a fighting posture and wanted to fight to the death with the assassin in a cold face.

"Bang!"

But now, Xingyuan Haoji, who is close to exhaustion, can't counterattack? The Assassin's cold face hit Xingyuan Haoji with a straight punch.

It’s not that Xingyuan Haoji didn’t hide, but he was just in a daze in front of him, and he couldn’t tell where his fist was.

The assassin's cold-faced punch was particularly fierce, and it directly smashed the bridge of Xingyuan's nose to collapse!

"Haha, it's so refreshing! The assassin continues to smash the cold noodles!"

A group of people in the audience cheered, and a large number of colorful coins symbolizing dignity and strength were flying in the air, flooding the Assassin Lengmian and Xingyuan Hao Er.

"ah!"

Xingyuan Hiroichi is a tough guy. Something in his mind makes him feel like a glimmer of hope.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, he stood up again, with a disdainful smile on his lips, looking at the assassin's cold face lightly.

"It's a man!"

The assassin actually praised the cold words, walked forward, easily blocked the weak and soft punch that Xingyuan Koji swung, and then held his shoulder with one hand.

"Ho huh huh..."

The audience was even more excited. Everyone knew what the Assassin was going to do with cold noodles. More shouts and coins filled this small space.

Here, life will become worthless and will become hard to buy.

The assassin raised his cold face and then blew his knees at Hiroji Xingyuan's face. Balls of blood splashed out, and wails resounded.

But people ignore everything, and there is only life and death in the unlimited fighting arena, without sympathy!

Ye Chenfeng in the compartment looked at everything lightly. The assassin's cold-faced method was very cruel. Ye Chenfeng did not object, and his method was even more cruel than the assassin's cold-faced method. But the current situation is that this guy Xingyuan Haoji himself knew him. Although his friendship was very shallow, Ye Chenfeng was not a person who ignored him!

"Click!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out, and everyone clearly saw that the glass windows of VIP private rooms on each floor were broken, and a person jumped out of it.

"stop!"

A roar brought everyone the same shock as thunderous.

The next moment, a figure stood beside the assassin's cold face, standing long, with a cold expression on his face, exuding a momentum of neither humility nor arrogantness.

Of course this person is Ye Chenfeng. If he doesn't go down, the unlucky guy Xingyuan Hao Er will probably be beaten to death, so he had to choose to take action.

The assassin was stunned for a cold face, and everyone was stunned.

Leng Fei of Iga in the compartment was even more stunned. She didn't expect Ye Chenfeng to jump down, and was even more amazed at Ye Chenfeng's strength. This glass is an excellent bulletproof glass of 3.5 mm!

This guy actually broke it with one punch!

The glass that could not even penetrate the bullets were actually shattered by Ye Chenfeng's punch.

Iga Lengfei is very confident in her strength, but she is not sure if she can punch the glass.

But Ye Chenfeng did it and punched through it!

"Who are you?"

Someone was in a mess, and the assassin was not panicked at all. He held the wilted and dying Xingyuan Hiroji in one hand and asked coldly, with a raging fire in his eyes.

"It's almost done. There is no need to kill anyone. If there are too many people killed, you won't be afraid that the King of Hell will come to you in the middle of the night!" Ye Chenfeng laughed.
Chapter completed!