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A slap in the face, this is a slap in the face of nakedness.

Regardless of good and evil, the Apostle of Satan is also a famous hero in North America. He also controls the Satanism with tens of thousands of fanatical believers. Even Super Hexadecimal can only turn a blind eye to him. As long as he doesn't do too much, he will let him go.

It can be predicted that it is a foregone conclusion that he will be promoted to S level in the future, and he is even very likely to grow into S+ level and become a super hero who dominates the side.

However, not only was he slapped in the face by Wang Yan, but he had not passed yet. The person involved, Wu Ya'an Ge, jumped out and slapped in the face. She was not as noble as a saint. Even if she was angry, she would still be merciless when she spoke.

In fact, Wu Ya'an Ge's words of swearing are even more vicious and unpleasant than Wang Yan.

In an instant, the Apostle Satan's face turned red and flushed, his whole body was trembling, and a gas was stuffy in his chest, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood. If it weren't for the fact that he was still a little worried, he might have jumped onto the stage and taught Wuya'ange a lesson.

Hahaha~

A burst of ridicule broke out in the stands, and countless whispers were heard.

"The Apostle Satan was so arrogant. Who did he think he was?"

"It's indeed a stupid fool~ I just stretched my face and beat someone up."

"Does he think the whole world is his Satanic religion? Even if he farts, others have to hold it and respect it?"

The apostle of Satan was extremely powerful and pricked his ears. Even if the mosquitoes flew by dozens of meters away, he could hear them clearly. The countless talk sounded in his ears like thunder.

No matter how strong he is, he has no way to fight against the whole world. He can't kill him one by one, right? If he really dares, the S-level strong men on the stage will teach him how to be a human being in minutes.

If he thinks about it carefully, he himself feels stupid, so why do he do it for a good job of provoking the Son of Fire? He has never felt so wronged in his life.

The more Satan's apostle thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and a mouthful of old blood immediately spurted out.

Not only did no one sympathize with him in this scene.

The sarcasm and discussion in the stands became even more enthusiastic.

"Haha, is he trying to get sympathy? He obviously sent him to the face to beat someone, so why did he spray blood?"

"I think he has never suffered a loss, and I think the whole world has to give in to him."

"The stupid guy actually went to fight with the Son of Fire. Didn't you see that all the people who were fighting with him in the qualifiers were so angry that they could not do it?"

"No matter what, the revenge has been formed, and the next game may be even more brutal."

Super League President Emmons was also extremely depressed. Why did there be so many things in the good Youth Conference? He immediately shouted angrily: "Okay, shut up. I don't care what you are about or what you are about. In short, be honest during the Youth Conference. After that, you can play whatever you like."

"Haha." The Apostle Satan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at Wang Yan with a deep eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Emmons is right, we still have a lot of days in the future. Son of Fire, after the Youth Conference, I will make you regret living in this world."

"Each of each other." Wang Yan said calmly, "Actually, I also want to know if you have the ability to regret it."

"snort!"

The apostle of Satan knew that the Son of Flame was quick-witted, and if he continued to fight, he would just take his own humiliation. He returned to his seat, held his breath and meditated. However, judging from his uncertain face, it was obvious that his heart could not calm down for a long time.

It was at this moment.

A monster screamed on the ring, and a few loud noises of heavy objects hitting the ground attracted everyone's attention.

The dark sky covering the entire arena gradually dissipated.

Only then did everyone see clearly the situation on the ring. The huge red-headed centipede had been cut into seven or eight sections, like a scattered train, falling to the ground.

The giant snake, more than ten meters long, was even more miserable. Its head was cut open by a sharp blade and was divided into two pieces along the skull.

The ground of the bluestone are smashed to pieces by the struggles before the two giants died. There are pits and gravel everywhere, and the ring is covered with blood. As for those terrifying blood Gu, they fell densely all over the ground, and no one can survive.

What's even more tragic is that Kazan himself was kneeling on the ground. No, to be precise, his knees are gone, and his two calves are thrown dozens of meters away.

But Wu Ya'an Ge was stepping on the air in the air, his clothes were intact, and there was only a faint blood mark on his neck. Unfortunately, the scar was not even a slight injury.

Several inches outside her pineal gland, a huge eye floated in the air, emitting mysterious waves. Obviously, this is the holy weapon-level material "Nightmare Eyes" given to her by Wang Yan before. It can not only assist in practicing the dark laws, but also be quite effective in combat.

"Hiss~"

There were gasping sounds in the stands. Although many people thought that Wuya An Song would have some advantages, they never expected that such a complete victory would be achieved.

Moreover, the Dark Night Witch is worthy of being the Dark Night Witch. She is really full of demonic nature and is so cruel that she directly cut off the legs of the master Kazan. The miserable scene really makes people shudder.

"Slicing your legs is a small revenge for you." Wu Ya'ange sneered with a demonic nature, "If you don't accept it, you can come to me even if you look back, but you won't be so lucky by then."

Super League President Emmons's face turned cold. The girl did it on purpose. She asked before whether she could kill someone, which was definitely not a joke. If she could kill her, she would have taken Kazan's life down.

But even so, it was really cruel to cut the two legs directly. It seemed that Kazan was probably half-waste. With the personality of the Dark Night Witch, he would definitely not have the chance to take back those two legs.

For a moment, the cruel and awe-inspiring image of Wuya Ange was deeply imprinted in people's impression, and she glanced at the host Sean coldly.

Host Sean was thrilled, sweating profusely, and hurriedly began to announce: "This game, Wuya Ange..."

"etc!"

A hoarse voice broke Sean's announcement of the winner.

I saw Kazan, the master who looked like he was kneeling on the ground, had blood sprayed on the corner of his mouth and said with a grim smile: "I haven't fallen yet, you don't need to count down, and I didn't admit defeat. Why do you announce that I lost?"

"What!?"

This guy doesn't admit defeat?

Sean's face changed, and he had to admit that what this guy said made sense. He could not privately determine that he had lost based on the situation of the battle. He said helplessly: "Player Kazan, are you sure you still want to fight?"

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

As he said that, he slowly raised a long and narrow sacrificial blade. Sure enough, there was a bright red blood on it, which was what Wu Ya'ange got from the neck.

What!?

Some people in the stands who knew how to make a mistake changed their faces: "Does he still want to use it..."

"That's right!"

At some point, Kazan had an extra doll on his left hand. That doll looked a little similar to Uya Ange, obviously he prepared before the war.

Doll curse!

This is Kazan's ultimate move. When competing with the swamp monsters before, Kazan used this move and won the ticket to the top 32.

This move is very powerful, and strange and inexplicable, making it hard to defend. However, the limitations of this move are also extremely large. Every time you use it, Kazan will lose a lot of life.

If you don’t have to be necessary, the invader will never use this technique of hurting one thousand enemies and 800 self-injuring.

His hands were dancing, and under a series of strange and unpredictable spells, the blood on his dagger magically dripped into the doll.

"Hmph, the evil demon said in a crooked way, I don't believe it." Wu Ya'ange's delicate body shook and turned into a wisp of black smoke, and he rushed towards Kazan like a ghost and god.

"Hiss!"

A silver needle pierced into the left leg of the doll.

"Wow!"

Wu Ya'an Ge's ghostly body movement was immediately interrupted, and she seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and was fixed in mid-air.

"Shit!"

Three consecutive needles.

Each needle stabbed the limbs of the doll.

Wu Ya'ange felt that his legs and arms were completely unable to move. He was floating in the air, unable to move even half an inch. And now, she was only two meters away from Kazan.

But just over two meters away, it seemed like an insurmountable natural barrier was formed.

"this……"

There was an uproar in the stands. Although I had seen Kazan's move before, I still felt magical and incredible when I saw it again.

not good!

Wang Yan's face was also a little gloomy, but he didn't expect that Sister An Ge would be careless in the end.

Kazan's strange laughter resounded throughout the competition scene. He picked up a silver needle and laughed fiercely: "Wuya'ange, as long as my needle pierces your heart, you will die."

While speaking, he turned the silver needle to the doll's chest little by little.

"Surrender to the Dark Night Witch." In the stands, many people who cared about Wuya Ange began to shout loudly.

"Surrender, that lunatic will really kill you, anyway, he can't participate in the following competition."

"An Ge, stop fighting." Nan Lian shouted loudly.

"Hmph, despicable savior." The two saints actually shouted angrily.

Wang Yan even directly swept out a afterimage and rushed towards the ring with overlapping flames. He understood Sister An Ge... She would not surrender.

"Wuya'an Ge!" Kazan grinned, "I curse you, go to hell with me." As he said that, the silver needle quickly penetrated into the heart of the doll.

Don't!?

Some timid people have already started to cover their eyes.

"Kazan, you dare!" Wang Yan shouted loudly, his wings spread out, and he tore the space and left.

At this critical moment.

But Wu Ya'an Ge smiled coldly: "Idiot, you forgot something."

"What!?"

Kazan's pupils shrank.
Chapter completed!