Chapter 33 The Third Killing Game

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"Come on--" Xu Shangzhen shouted wildly. When the other seven little hooligans were about to wave weapons and rush up, Shi Ling stepped on Xu Shangzhen, who fell to the ground without saying a word. The military thorns in his hand rose and fell, and blood splashed out. Xu Shangzhen screamed wildly, and his left and right thighs were stabbed out by Shi Ling with "military thorns" to two transparent caves. long.

Then, Shi Ling turned his head and looked at the other seven people. The seven little hooligans were completely shocked and forced up by Shi Ling's eyes and retreated one after another.

They are completely timid and have lost their courage.

"Kit, I warned you." Shi Ling casually picked up a blood-stained iron bar around him and stared at the ground and howled coldly. Xu Shangzhen, with a frightened face, grabbed the two ends of the iron bar with both hands and said coldly, "Let me see you next time, next year's day..."

With both hands working hard, the muscles on the arms began to bulge, and the terrible power broke out in the arms. In the shocked eyes of the little gangsters around, the iron bar began to twist: "It's your taboo!"

The iron bar was completely twisted by him to form an iron ring, and then hit it heavily on the concrete wall on one side, bursting a loud noise and a walk of spark. Then, Shi Ling picked up a miniature pistol and a military thorn, ignored the frightened look of the standing little hooligans, ignored the howling gangster, and shook it alone. Go away.

There is too much bleeding behind his back. Shi Ling has felt a little dizzy. He must get out of here as much as possible.

Those gangsters stared at Shi Ling's back leaving alone, and looked at Shi Ling, who was like a bloody man. At this moment, what filled their minds was the fear of Shi Ling, and Xu Shangzhen, who fell to the ground, had a twisted face. He simply couldn't imagine whether the man he provoked with was a ghost.

Imagining his power of twisting the iron bar, Xu Shangzhen felt that his neck was cold. He almost did not hesitate. If he touched him again next time, would he break his neck with his hands that could easily bend the iron bar?

It was not until Shi Ling left that these hoodlums came to their senses and were busy taking out their mobile phones to call an ambulance.

After Shi Ling left the construction site, when these hoodlums couldn't see themselves, their legs were soft, and they fell down softly against the wall on one side. They put the miniature pistol and military thorns aside, and were busy taking out the "hemostatic powder" from the "magic bag".

He took off his red-dyed coat, poured a bag of "hemostatic powder" in his palm, and then groped the wound cut by a machete on his back with his back. He touched the wound. He felt his fingers trembling slightly.

Although he can't feel the pain, he can clearly feel that his skin and flesh have cracked. The strange and horrible feeling is indescribable.

Originally, there was no pain in the wound until he groped a bag of "hemostatic powder" with his palm, Shi Ling could immediately hear a faint "sneer" whisper, and then a slight acupuncture-like pain came from the cracked wound.

This wound was very long. Shi Ling was busy pouring the second packet of "stop bleeding powder" into the palm of his hand, and then applied it. In addition to the wound on his back, his arm was also injured. Fortunately, the injury was not serious here. After dispersing a little "stop bleeding powder", the blood was immediately stopped.

After finishing his work, Shi Ling faintly heard the sound of the ambulance. He guessed that the ambulance should have been called by the gangsters.

"With this lesson, I believe that Xu Shangzhen should be honest for a period of time. Will this matter alarm the police? Even if it's really shocking, I'm in self-defense, so I don't have to be afraid. Shi Ling shook his head slightly. After the "hemostatic powder" was applied to two wounds, the original strong fainting feeling disappeared a lot, and the strength in his body was slowly recovering.

Looking at the blood-stained shirt around him and thinking about the scene just now, there was a flame rising in Shi Ling's heart. He didn't expect that he could be so ferocious. The general who could stab the gangsters without blink at all, and even felt excited.

"Have I... become a bad person?" Shi Ling muttered to himself, leaned against the corner of the wall on one side, and looked up at the stars in the sky. After a long time, he picked up the blood clothes around him and left here.

In the next few days, no police came to him. It seems that as Shi Ling expected, Xu Shangzhen was unwilling to bring this matter to the police station. After the fight that night, Shi Ling accidentally found that when he was practicing "ghost skeleton slight change", his strength in his body improved and his speed was improved. In just a few days, he appeared The strength that broke out with all his strength has exceeded 400 catties, and it is not far from the peak of "micro-change" 500 catties.

The summer vacation has passed unconsciously. July is coming to an end. On the fifth day after fighting with Xu Shangzhen and other gangsters that night, Shi Ling just got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face. When he was about to go to work as a "diamond celebrities", there was an abnormal change suddenly on the instrument of his left wrist that had not moved for more than half a month. At the same moment, the sweet voice of the long-lost "guide" sounded in his mind.

"Shi Ling, the 'killing game' is about to start. You have an hour to prepare, and now start the countdown."

Shi Ling took a deep breath, and the third "killing game" finally came.

Changchun, East Asian Boxing Club.

East Asia Boxing Club is the training base of the Jilin provincial team. The specifications are quite high. At this moment, there are six people standing around the ring in the center, each of whom is strong, wearing a full set of protective equipment and boxing gloves. Five of them are walking around one person in the center, and the five people walking around wearing blue. The protective gear is surrounded by red protective gear in the middle.

Outside the ring, about dozens of people gathered in twos and threes, and some of them shouted, "Brother Xin, come on."

Another middle-aged man with a stopwatch said in a low voice, "Start!" At the same time, I pressed the stopwatch.

Almost at the same moment, the five boxers wandering around almost rushed up and looked at the frame, as if they wanted to squeeze the person wearing red protective gear in the middle.

The man in red protective gear in the middle shook his body and suddenly stamped his feet. With a "pop", his body had a faint momentum of leaping. The speed was frighteningly fast. In an instant, his red fist guise hit the face of one of one of them.

With a muffled hum, the man was knocked down and fell out, and the man in the center had taken advantage of the situation to rush out of the encirclement and swung his right arm, especially like a roc.

The man in blue protective gear who wanted to punch behind him shouted secretly. He was busy with his arms back to protect his head and face. Almost at the same moment, the right fist of the man with red protective gear had slapped horizontally on the boxing he protected. This punch was so fierce that he actually contracted the man's head and face. The boxing gloves were unswinged and hit him heavily on the right face.