Please ask the dream.

Chapter 565 You are dead!
The sound of his heartbeat, like a war drum, merged with the background music, transforming into a terrifying and heavy pressure. The fighter quickly retracted his arm, as if he wanted to regroup, but Feng Xue, who had already witnessed his strongest power, had no intention of letting him go.

He slightly tilted his body, put his right fist at his waist, took a step forward, and the ground shook violently.

The raging rage had disappeared, and Feng Xue was like an ordinary gym member, throwing an ordinary punch at the sandbag in a standard posture.

The punch was not fast, but it made the fighter who was acting as a "sandbag" feel an unstoppable force. The straight punch, which had no light effect and no sense of power, almost made his heart stop.

The thoughts of "It's easy to catch" and "It's impossible to catch it no matter what" appeared alternately in the fighter's mind, but while countless struggles arose in his mind, the punch still moved towards him at an extremely slow speed.

"retreat?"

"escape?"

"war!"

The fighter's eyes suddenly became clear. No matter whether he was strong or weak, he couldn't dodge this punch!

So, watching the fist slowly approaching, the fighter concentrated his mind with the highest level of concentration in his fighting career. As his mind was focused, a metallic light flashed across his body.

"Om..."

The fist and the body finally collided. It seemed unbelievably slow, but at the moment of collision, a shocking force like the sound of a huge bell erupted.

Blood and flesh spurted out from the fighter's back, as if a landmine facing the enemy had been detonated. Broken bones, internal organs, and blood flew like fragments, smashing the buildings, vehicles, and road signs behind the fighter into pieces.

But what was strange was that the fighter, who had a big hole in the middle of his body and was almost broken in half, smiled as he slowly fell down.

The smile gradually stiffened until it fell to the ground, and Feng Xue, who had thrown a punch, tore off his tattered clothes and turned to walk towards the nearby Orchard Hotel.

Even if you can't enjoy the internal services, it's good to just have a place where you can stay with peace of mind.

……

"Dear viewers, dear viewers, this is the Star Ring Broadcasting Company. You all should already know that it has been ten days since the most evil fighter in history, [Evil Beast], destroyed the headquarters of the Cellinina Professional Fighting League. Now nine powerful fighters have died at his hands. Since the united cities have independent laws, he can only be judged by the laws of Cellinina. But it is also because of this that we can appreciate this unique real fight!
"According to the routine of the past few days, [Evil Beast] would arrive at the ruins of the Fighting Alliance headquarters after lunch every day to accept the challenge, and now, the distance is... Oh, he appeared! The one who tried to judge him today was a legend from the All-Star Ring Fighting Alliance. He holds twelve championship titles and has dominated the winning rate list for three consecutive years. He is the ultimate strong man who came from the Saint Luotan City Professional Fighting Alliance: Kuang - Biao -"

Listening to the deliberately drawn-out introduction coming from the helicopter overhead, Feng Xue, wearing a suit and a pair of cloth shoes, stood on the street covered with ruins. Although they were not a collection, after wearing them once, he fell in love with the feeling of the cloth shoes; they were comfortable, durable, and most importantly, suitable for strenuous exercise.

He still had his hands in his pockets, looking at the burly man in the distance who seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He was still well-built with broad shoulders and a strong waist. His normal height of two meters and one was very conspicuous. The other party had a gold belt hanging around his waist and a champion cape on his back. Although he was not wearing a mask, his whole face was painted with fancy makeup, and he looked like a Hall of Fame player participating in the competition.

Although it is understandable that this kind of dressing is to strengthen belief and improve concentration, it does not prevent Feng Xue from provoking:
"You don't really think you're here for an exhibition match, do you? Do you want me to help you ring the bell?" "If I can, that would be great." The fighter named Biao gave a seemingly honest response, but judging from his twisted and hideous face, this was obviously not a negotiable answer.

"No problem, you're welcome!" Feng Xue snapped his fingers, and the G·I particles immediately constructed a bronze bell on the side. Along with its appearance, the clouds in the sky seemed to have undergone some changes.

Layers of clouds gathered overhead, obscuring the sun's rays, as if a square shadow arena had been encircled in the ruins.

"Do you know the rules?" Feng Xue stretched his muscles, with a bloodthirsty arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Of course." The makeup on Kuang Biao's face was as ferocious as a demon's. From his cracked mouth, behind his white teeth, he squeezed out a few words -

"The winner is decided!"

"It's also a matter of life and death!"

As the words that had become like a ritual in recent days were uttered, two tangible pillars of light shot up into the sky, shining brightly under the shadows obscured by the clouds.

The helicopter responsible for the live broadcast in the sky was still making a lot of noise, but the two had no intention of listening to it. As the bronze bell set by Feng Xue rang, a large amount of steam suddenly sprayed out of Kuang Biao's body.

Just like an engine starting up inside his body, there seemed to be an astonishing heat steaming from Kuang Biao's body. His body suddenly moved from stillness, and the cloak that was originally hanging naturally suddenly flew into the air. Behind him, the entire road exploded, and under such a driving force, his body had already come in front of Feng Xue, and the hot iron fist emitting a hissing sound went straight to his chest, but the golden belt still remained in its original position at this time, without falling.

"..."

There was no sound, just like a hammer hitting a thick tire. All the impacts calmed down in an instant. Feng Xue put his hands in his pockets with a proud look on his face, looking at him with disdain.

"Every one of those who died before knew this level of moves, so don't embarrass yourself here!"

"Hmph!" Kuang Biao snorted coldly, but his body suddenly straightened up. His paused fist seemed to have suddenly received a second level of acceleration, and new power burst out at this zero distance. There was a loud bang like an explosion, and the clothes on Feng Xue's back suddenly exploded, but Feng Xue's body did not move at all.

"My suit is very expensive!"

Feng Xue's breath was not disordered at all when he spoke, but Kuang Biao's face suddenly changed. Then, he pulled out a fist from his trouser pocket and swung it from the left side like a whip. Kuang Biao held his breath suddenly, and his muscles tensed. His body, which was covered with green flame-like patterns, trembled violently. The violent power flowed through his legs and poured into the earth. The ground originally paved with rocks turned into fine sand in an instant.

He felt the dull pain in his ribs, but Kuang Biao showed a happy expression on his face. His muscles began to move again, but as his strength was pumped into his heart by his blood vessels, he suddenly felt powerless. The next moment, his vision fell along with his two eyeballs...

(End of this chapter)