The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

Lone wolf is worthy of the name of "wolf", very patient, ready to attack at any time, as long as he is given a chance, he will violently hurt people in an instant.

The pressure on the old man Sun Youzhi's whole body was increasing. The lone wolf was definitely a dangerous enemy. He had no disguise, but it was more terrifying than an enemy deliberately disguised.

The atmosphere in the arena became more and more tense, everyone seemed to have stopped breathing, the violent heartbeat could be heard clearly, and Sun Youzhi's forehead was also slightly sweaty, Yalishan Da!

"Ow..."

Just when everyone was about to suffocate, the lone wolf that had been wandering around Sun Youzhi let out a beast-like roar without warning.

With this roar, everyone in the audience let out an exclamation almost at the same time, and Sun Youzhi on the field trembled all over.

In this tense atmosphere, Sun Youzhi could no longer withstand such a huge mental pressure, and then let out a hysterical scream, and the mountain of fists and the sea of ​​feet enveloped the lone wolf in an instant.

And the lone wolf seized the opportunity at the moment when Sun Youzhi's whole body trembled, and turned into a graceful arc and rushed towards Sun Youzhi.

The moment the lone wolf leaped into the sky and rushed towards Sun Youzhi, his figure was blurred in people's eyes, and it was obvious that he had turned into a lone wolf and flew in the air.

Sun Youzhi dared to challenge the lone wolf who ranked third on the Fuhu list. Naturally, he has his own advantages. At the same time, his combat power is definitely not weaker than the existence of the lone wolf.

However, unfortunately, he met the lone wolf, because the roar of the lone wolf disturbed his heart...

Experts compete with each other, and if they miss the point, life and death will be judged!

Although Sun Youzhi attacked with his strongest move, but it was just a move, and before his skill was fully exerted, the lone wolf charged forward forcefully.

The most unbelievable thing is that the lone wolf used his strong and inhuman body to withstand all of Sun Youzhi's attacks, and instantly inserted two big hands into Sun Youzhi's chest.

creak...

puff……

At the moment when the lone wolf was knocked into the air by Sun Youzhi, the lone wolf pulled Sun Youzhi's body and flew down the ring. In the air, the lone wolf used both hands to tear Sun Youzhi's chest apart.

Blood drenched the lone wolf's head and face, and before he landed, he threw Sun Youzhi's body under the ring.

The scene was too bloody, Lone Wolf actually killed his opponent at the same level at the cost of injuring one thousand and self-inflicted eight hundred, and the audience gasped again.

Ruthless!

A few drops of crimson blood splashed into Feng Lao's lunch box where he was eating by the ring. Feng Lao picked up the blood-stained rice with his chopsticks and threw them on the ground.

Saving food is not a virtue sometimes!

Accompanied by the hot smell of blood in the audience, and seeing Feng Lao's eating action, the sound of vomiting in the audience was overwhelmed...

"The last round of the Rookie Challenge: Lin Sheng, a ginseng picker from the Northeast, challenges the No.1 Tomahawk on the Tiger List, and the competition begins..."

Feng Lao finally ate the last grain of rice amidst the sound of everyone vomiting, and then stood up to announce the last match of the Rookie Challenge.

Lin Sheng, a ginseng picker from the Northeast, was dressed like a farmer. He wore a tattered homemade Chinese tunic suit with unbuttoned buttons, revealing the black padded jacket inside.

The lower body is also a pair of earthen-colored trousers, with patches on the buttocks, the trousers are slightly rolled up, and a pair of brand new mille-soled cloth shoes are worn on the feet.

He is not very tall, and he is not as strong as a rural person. His face is slightly flushed, which is the sorghum red that has been formed in the wild for many years.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, not to mention being upright, but simple and unpretentious, a typical peasant image, but it makes people look at it, and there is a very close feeling.

It seems that Tomahawk has not recovered from the tragic death of his disciple Xiang Lian, but as the closest master to the Dragon Subduing Ranking, the moment he stepped onto the ring, the aura of his whole body was already majestic, and he walked towards Lin Sheng step by step .

dong dong dong...

With the movement of Tomahawk's footsteps, the ring began to vibrate rhythmically with his footsteps. The trembling sound was like the pulse of the earth resounding in people's hearts, just like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

And every time he took a step, the terrifying aura in his whole body also increased by three points. This 'momentum' alone is already afraid to be taken seriously. It is the natural expression of martial arts after reaching a certain level.

And look at Lin Sheng, a ginseng picker in the Northeast, under the strong pressure of the tomahawk, he is as if nothing has happened.

The calmness of the ginseng harvesters in the Northeast is like a big mountain, standing quietly, the mountain will not attack you, but it will give you an insurmountable sense of powerlessness.

He would rather die so much, as if he was walking quietly in the old northeast forests all over the mountains and plains, blending with the surroundings so peaceful that one's heart wouldn't feel throbbing, the aura was natural.

boom……

boom boom boom...

Just when people's contradictory hearts were still adjusting, the two figures on the ring were already entangled, and they saw fists, mountains, feet, seas and chaotic air currents, and it was no longer clear which was the battle ax and which was the northeast ginseng harvester.

The moment the battle between the two started, it seemed as if it had been going on for a long, long time, and it seemed as if it had never happened before. It was a battle between strong grasses that were blown by the strong wind before the mountain rain.

Solo's eyes have been staring at this battle, his eyes narrowed slightly, it seems that every detail of the two people's battle, every fierce and calm look has never been let go.

"The Tomahawk is so powerful. It seems that his cultivation base has improved, but it is only improved, and there will be no surprises..." Solo muttered to himself.

"Can you?" Solo suddenly turned his head to look at Wu Qingcheng, just asking this sentence in his heart.

Wu Qingcheng seemed to understand Solo's words: "I can, but I have to use my spiritual power..."

Wu Qingcheng's words made the six sons shake their heads. The six sons might really believe what Wu Qingcheng said before, but when he said that he could defeat the battle axe, the six sons directly took Wu Qingcheng's previous words as a joke.

"Your words shocked me and my little friends..." Solo glanced at Wu Qingcheng and said maliciously.

But at this moment, there was a loud bang, and the body of Tomahawk stepped back again and again, and Lin Sheng's big hand covered with old silkworms had already pressed the Baihui acupoint on the top of Tomahawk's head.

Tomahawk's face was pale and expressionless, and his eyes were full of terror and despair when he looked at Lin Sheng. His life was already in the hands of this Northeastern ginseng picker.

Lin Sheng was calm and relaxed, as if he was doing something insignificant. He looked at Tomahawk calmly, and Tomahawk didn't dare to move slightly suspiciously: "I... I lost..."

After hearing Tomahawk's words, Lin Sheng stepped back, without giving Tomahawk any chance to sneak attack, and stepped back from the stage.

Tomahawk stood on the stage without moving, his face pale and terrifying, and he could defeat him without getting hurt. Only this skill has surpassed him by a lot...