Living to his time?

Why does this sentence sound weird?

After saying that, the middle-aged man turned around and sat down, without saying anything, with an unknown meaning flashing in his eyes.

At this time, the arena had completely become Qin Ming's massacre show.

Although the remaining men in black are the best among the more than 2,000 people, there is still a huge gap compared to Qin Ming.

Within thirty minutes, Qin Ming killed all of them.

"Qin...Ming..."

"You...you must...you die so much!"

On the bloody ground, the last man in black who had not yet died was open and glad to his eyes, as if he wanted to kill Qin Ming with his eyes.

Qin Ming sneered and swung his sword through his hand.

Another headless corpse appeared in the arena.

Empty, bloody!

Qin Ming stood in the center of the arena, with blood flowing like a waterfall under his feet.

He was waiting for Mr. Hang's final verdict.

But...time passes by minute by minute...

Mr. Hang has not appeared for a long time.

Qin Ming couldn't help but frowned and subconsciously looked at the sky.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

On the two scoring boards, the white part represents itself, showing as one, there is no problem with this.

The one in question is the black scoreboard.

The number representing the number of men in black above is actually one!
Chapter completed!