The basement is in a mess.

The riddle man leaned on the riddle BOX, knocking his scepter up and down in his hands boredly, making rhythmic sounds, thinking about the answer to the question.

In his opinion, the clown's actions were too strange. He had already wrapped the strange colloid around his arm, but he did not stop him from exerting his abilities and entered the riddle BOX. Even though he knew that he was not Gong Ping's opponent at all, he had to choose a head-on battle.

Could it be that this clown just didn’t have time to avoid his abilities? He just thought too much?

No, this is impossible, this guy cannot be killed so easily...

The riddle man was thinking, suddenly feeling that his breathing became somewhat difficult, and his head began to feel dizzy. He felt that in the space he was in, it seemed that the air was being pulled away by some strange force, and the pressure of his breathing became stronger and stronger, as if there were an invisible big hands pinching his mouth.

At first he thought this feeling was just his psychological effect, but as the feeling became stronger and stronger, he gradually realized this looming danger.

He had never felt this feeling of storm before, but he seemed a little panicked at this moment.

The riddle man looked around and found that others had changed. The guards who were still in a slight sign of life were struggling hard at the beginning, making strange moans that made people feel uncomfortable from time to time. But from when they started, these guys suddenly seemed to have become dead, some of them still maintaining a struggling posture, and their expressions became stiff, as if they had become sculptures.

It seems not a psychological effect, there is something strange in this room.

The cold atmosphere in the basement seemed to intensify at this moment, which made the riddle man feel even more uncomfortable. He suddenly realized that the riddle he liked was just the process of making riddles, and liked to appreciate the happiness of others who could not even think of an answer. If he really became a riddle guesser, this bad feeling would simply make him feel broken.

The Ridder Man felt that the situation was a little bad, but he was now in a dilemma. If he left rashly at this time, the two trapped in the Ridder BOX would be released again due to the removal of the effect, and he would also greatly lose his strength. If the clown wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, it would be easy for him to get back to his feet. But if he chose to stay here, the strange and strange feeling around him also made him feel scared and at a loss. Out of fighting instinct, the indescribable sense of crisis became more and more intense.

After hesitating for a while, the Ridder finally decided to wait and see. If Gong Ping quickly solved the clown in the Ridder BOX, then he could choose to remove his abilities in advance.

So, the riddle man moved his consciousness into the riddle BOX and immediately saw the situation inside.

Smier had struggled to stand up from the ground and fought with Gong Ping, but after a critical strike just now, Smier was already shaking at this time. He seemed very tired when attacking, and he did not have enough reaction to predict in advance. The two were no longer fair hand-to-hand combat, and it turned out to be a zero-torture of Smier by Gong Ping on one side.

"This clown is really resistant to beating..." Yogma couldn't help but whisper.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Smier was still laughing wildly. Although the sarcasm effect in his voice had been suppressed, if you listen to such noise for a long time, it would still make people feel very upset. Gong Pingyi was the same. At this time, the fist that hit Smier's body became even more violent.

Smer continued to bear the damage, but Yogma was already impatient. He felt that in addition to his breathing becoming unsmooth, his spirit also became a little anxious and could no longer remain calm. He sniffed the air desperately, but the air seemed to have no obvious change. The power that suppressed breathing seemed to be colorless and tasteless, changing the surroundings invisibly.

"You may think I am hypocritical, and think that everything I do is just for my own selfish interests. Unfortunately, you were wrong... In this chaotic city, the slums are the only pure land for those helpless and poor people. The reason why I want to be the strong man they admire is not to deify myself, but to hope to light up a glimmer of hope for them!" Gong Ping said seriously while beating Smyr wildly.

Smier was still laughing wildly, his voice trembling a little.

"Hahahaha... Are you curious about what I just ate? It's really touching. It's a pity that I don't want to be a hero, I just want to live..."

"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I will kill you, a lunatic!"

Gong Ping suddenly increased his strength, and his muscles burst out with amazing strength, and bursts of white air emerged from his body. His arms seemed to be stretched rubber, swinging forward elastically. During the whipping process, only dazzling afterimages were left. The airtight attacks continued to increase their strength under the action of inertia, and seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

Smer finally gave up his resistance completely, blocked his arms in front of him, constantly under the attack from Gong Ping, his ears were full of crackling explosions, his eyes were covered by blood flowing down from his forehead, and everything in his sight turned into hellish bright red.

The Ridder man watched all this outside. He should have been excited that Smair was about to be killed, but at this moment he felt that he was getting tired. Even his breathing was weakened to the extreme, and the idea of ​​running away in his mind became stronger.

The Ridder Man felt dizzy and dared not continue to waste here again, but when he wanted to take a step and escape, he suddenly realized that it was too late. His legs became soft and weak, and his consciousness became more and more blurred...

this……

What's going on? Am I poisoned?

This time, the Ridder Man not only had question marks on his clothes, but his head was also full of question marks...

Unfortunately, he still couldn't solve this riddle. He could only fall into eternal sleep with these questions.

The Ridderman is ready to explode his power and escape, mobilizing all the power of the fruit core.

But at this moment, the deafening explosion broke out around without warning. The entire Holy Light Trading Venue seemed to be suddenly bombarded by a bomb falling from the sky. In an instant, everything that could be reached was stirred into it by dazzling light and turbulent flow. The explosion like the sky collapsed and the earth shattered the silent night.

At this moment, looking at the outskirts of the Holy Light Trading Field, a huge, blazing, vortexed smoke rose from the explosion center into the sky, like a terrifying black and brown dragon, twisting its terrifying and huge body, and its long tail stirred up bricks and stone rubble, lifted up the maroons and smoke to the current, destroying everything.

In an instant, in the huge explosion, the Holy Light Trading Field disappeared.
Chapter completed!