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Chapter 295 You are insulting my family!

Lu Ze's words were light and polite.

But for the parties involved, it is a sentence of punishment.

In an instant, all eyes were on Lu Ze...Wan Ziyue in front of him!

The queen of Yandu's wealthy family, who had been watching from the sidelines from the beginning, had gloomy eyes.

The elegance she once displayed in front of her companions is now gone.

But his family background, the background of growing up in a proud family in the past 20 years, kept him from losing the pride in his bones.

"Why should I tell you?" Wan Ziyue sneered.

"Kill me 42 people in the wilderness. I saw that you laughed happily before, so you must be curious." Lu Ze faced each other calmly, not caring about the other party's attitude at all, and he didn't care about Yu Yiming who was like an enemy beside him.

This Gyeonggi boy with the aura of an army, all the hairs on his body stand up at this moment, reminding him that the person in front of him is extremely dangerous.

"I'm here to watch the match. The fight was wonderful. Can't you laugh?" Wan Ziyue's level of speaking was much higher than that of a pure martial artist, so he naturally relied on him for saying this.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't make a move, and he didn't even speak when Lu Zege killed Shangguan Fifth.

Because he, who was already sharp in thinking, had already noticed that the reason why Lu Ze shot and killed recklessly was clearly following the rules.

Once you enter the arena, life and death are up to you.

This is a life-and-death struggle that applies everywhere.

Shangguan Fifth is a participant, and Lu Ze is also a participant.

But Wan Ziyue is actually a spectator.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, as long as he is still within the group living range of human society, unless Lu Ze doesn't want to live anymore, how dare he shoot him?

After trying to understand this point, Wan Ziyue's mentality gradually returned, and the influence of the recent accident tended to be flat.

"Then I wonder if you have laughed enough?" Lu Ze said lightly.

"How about laughing enough, so what if you don't laugh enough?" After a few words clashed, Wan Ziyue saw that the other party didn't make a rash move, and sneered in his heart.

"If you've had enough laughing, go down by yourself and kowtow respectfully 42 times. I believe your attitude may influence some people." Lu Ze said indifferently.

For a moment, Wan Ziyue's face was gloomy and terrifying, his eyes suddenly turned ferocious, and he looked at Lu Ze:

"Kill my family to worship..."

"Kill my Beifu war guard..."

"I haven't settled this account with you yet, how dare you come to my door now."

"If I don't go, do you still dare to kill me!?"

Wan Ziyue's gaze was full of unruliness, the arrogance of the aristocratic background was evident at this moment.

"I think you misunderstood."

However, Lu Ze's reaction was like a reservoir standing there quietly, letting the waves surge without moving a bit.

"I'm not discussing with you. And you have no choice."

After the words fell, Lu Ze took half a step forward, and his figure went straight to Wan Ziyue.

A trace of pity and mockery flashed deep in Wan Ziyue's eyes.

Because he knows that his warning line is half a meter...

This world is not a world that relies solely on brute force.

In addition to martial arts, there are...

Technology.

For example, military technology that can fire bullets at a speed of 2200 m/s.

A bullet at 6 times the speed of sound does not even need a tenth of a second to cover a distance of [-] meters.

On the basis of the human nerve response of 100ms, it is even compressed by half!

Even Yu Yiming next to him didn't know that Wan Ziyue's defense radius was even enough to spread a hundred meters away.

Two outstanding sharpshooters in the country have already set up two deep series Gauss sniper rifles in the darkroom in the corner of the light control room to snipe monsters above 6 stars.

Excellent sniper, excellent heavy sniper rifle.

Counting with a heart without a heart.

Wan Ziyue's rear hand does not move as long as it does not move, and it is thunderous murderous intent.

Yanbei Wanjia, a hermit family known as the Emperor's Dagger hundreds of years ago, one of the ancestral mottos is... But if there is a grudge, don't let it go.

Therefore, this is the ultimate killer move from Wan Ziyue's many plots.

[Goodbye, poor bastard. 】

……

However, at this moment, Wan Ziyue, whose eyes had been fixed in another world, could not hear the two words that flashed in Lu Ze's heart, nor could he see the miraculous scene.

【still. 】

Absolute stillness of 0.7 seconds is such a luxury for a war king.

Two distorted air trajectories ran towards Lu Ze. At the top of the trajectories, two six-centimeter-long threaded warheads hovered three inches away from his left and right temples.

The tip of the warhead is the compressed air that has been forcibly squeezed, torn and unscrewed. People can naturally see a strange sense of displacement when they glance over here.

Lu Ze calmly looked at Wan Ziyue's fixed face, raised his hands at will, gently clamped the sniper warheads on each side with his index finger and middle finger, and twisted his wrist leisurely.

Both bullets were turned 180 degrees horizontally.

The back of the finger flicked casually at the tail of the warhead, the direction of the warhead shifted slightly, and Lu Ze lowered his hands.

The phantom of the golden pointer in the eyes quietly disappeared.

The two slashes tore through the space at a faster speed, and flew out backward along the angle between the shots.

boom!

In the dark room a hundred meters away, two figures suddenly raised their heads, and the blood between their eyebrows exploded instantly.

With a pop, two bright peonies embroidered on the dark room wall.

……

There was still a deep pity in Wan Ziyue's eyes.

Then, he saw Lu Ze stretch out a palm and landed on top of his head.

Ok?

what's the situation?

Wan Ziyue stared blankly for a moment, and the next second he felt his hair and scalp being grabbed. The severe pain made his eyeballs suddenly bloodshot, his chin jerked up, and a subconscious roar came out of his throat.

"Wait, you can't touch him!" Yu Yiming yelled to stop him, the series of changes had dazzled him.

If it wasn't for his own strength as a 7-star genetic warrior, it would be too late to even speak at this moment.

"Wanjia! He is from Yanbei Wanjia! If something happens to him, the consequences will be unimaginable." Yu Yiming couldn't sit still anymore, and explained everything clearly with the fastest speaking speed.

"Oh……"

Lu Ze looked sideways at Yu Yiming, his eyes were flat, and he pressed down on the back of Wan Ziyue's head with his right hand.

The mighty force as terrifying as an ancient mammoth bloomed instantly, and Wan Ziyue, who was struggling, felt that he was being pushed from the cloud to the ground out of thin air, and his head almost lifted his whole body.

boom!

The eyes of this handsome young master of the Wan family suddenly went dark, and his handsome face collided with the ground heavily.

The bridge of the nose collapsed instantly, extreme soreness, extreme pain, mixed together, transmitted to the brain along the rich facial nerves, tears, blood, and snot mixed together, accompanied by Wan Ziyue's inhuman howling.

"Then what if I want to move?"

Lu Ze spoke softly, holding a knife in one hand, and dragging Wan Ziyue, who was still face down, with the other hand, walked down the high platform calmly, and walked towards the arena.

"Otherwise, cats and dogs think Shang Nan is a soft persimmon and want to take a bite?"

"Then where is my face, Lu Ze?"

"Who can give me an explanation for the life of the wasteland warrior!"

With a random throw, Wan Ziyue was thrown into the arena like a dead dog, and knelt down in front of the ten dead wilderness warriors.

Lu Ze stood aside with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold and heartless.

"42 lives, kowtow in front of these 5000 people."

Wan Ziyue's whole body was trembling, he stood up with his hands on the ground, raised his head and looked back ferociously, revealing his bloody face.

"You are insulting my family!"

"Yes."

What greeted Wan Ziyue was a scabbard drawn horizontally, hitting him heavily in the face and flying him to the ground.

"I'm just insulting you, and the people behind you."

Lu Ze looked down at his feet, his eyes were indifferent, which made people feel even more palpitating.

Yu Yiming's whole body was like falling into a cellar of ice. He was always calm, but at this moment all the muscles in his face froze.

(End of this chapter)