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Chapter 173 Killing and Killing Prisoners
There was silence in the auditorium, and even the host was speechless. They thought it would be a wonderful battle, but it ended so quickly that people couldn't react at all.

Ye Sheng, who already has extremely high attributes, is even more likely to be crushed in the green field where skills can be used.

"Maybe we need to call in a group of death row prisoners." The steward of the fighting arena under the ring muttered to himself, with such terrifying strength, is he really a level 20 assassin?And who would come on stage with such a brainy normal contestant!
Didn't this person really come here to mess things up?No one likes to watch a fight that completely crushes or even kills in seconds!
During the cleaning up of the ring, Ye Sheng was called out of the ring urgently, and the steward communicated with her with an ugly face, hoping that she could restrain her strength and make the fight more exciting.

Helplessly shrugged: "No one can withstand my blow, and no matter how restrained it is, it will be an instant kill."

The steward stared at her helplessly.

"Why don't you skip the field? Count me as a hundred-game winning streak, so I don't need the bonus, just play the 35 blue field?" Ye Sheng thought about it and came up with an idea, feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by the management.

"No, this is against the rules!" The management vetoed it, and the 20th level directly went to the 35th arena. What is this like? The established rules of the fighting arena should not be easily broken.

"Then there's nothing we can do." Ye Sheng leaned against the ring with his arms folded.

Wrinkling his face, the steward waved his hands speechlessly, signaling to continue the ring, and left in a hurry to discuss the matter with the higher-ups.

A few people left the participants' seats, and most of the rest just wanted to watch. No one was willing to go on stage. Many people even expressed their praise to the previous fighters. The decision he made was extremely correct.

If he had chosen to continue defending the ring just now, he would be the one who was dragged away without dignity as a dead body.

"Then Yi Hao has a big background, and he is not afraid of getting into trouble." Someone whispered.

"Fengmang is also an assassin, with such strength, will the background be weak?" The soldier turned around and said.

"That's right." The man nodded again and again. With such a big gap in strength, as long as the Assassin Temple is not stupid, it will not favor Yi Hao, after all, people are in the ring.

Ye Sheng returned to the ring, and the death row was temporarily pulled out from the fighting arena.

The condemned prisoner walked onto the ring with a blank expression. He couldn't see the ring, and he didn't know Ye Sheng's strength like other people. Apart from being a little surprised when he saw his opponent's outfit when he first entered the ring, he had no other expression on his face.

The shackles on his body were released, and the condemned prisoner also got two long swords handed over by the waiter.

The originally lifeless eyes suddenly lit up when he picked up the two swords, and stabbed Ye Sheng extremely sharply. Without any fancy movements, the long sword slashed in front of him, pointed at the ground obliquely, and walked towards Ye Sheng step by step.

"Assassin? Do you want to be invisible?" At the same time, he observed her and saw the two daggers in her hand, so he asked.

"No need." Standing sideways, he raised the dagger, held it in front of his body, and pointed it at the death row prisoner on the side of his face. blood.

The corners of the condemned prisoner's lips raised slightly, and then gradually froze, his eyes were cold and sharp, with a hint of madness, as a character who used to lick blood with a knife, when Ye Sheng moved his movements, and the sharpness between his brows was fully revealed, he knew what was going on in front of him. Is a rival.

But he is a prisoner on death row, a person who has already stepped into the gate of hell with one foot, whether he died so early or sees the light of day again, to breathe the fresh air outside the death row, and just watch the First World War.

Pursing his lips, the condemned prisoner was not interested in saying some unnecessary nonsense, and swung his long sword, the edge of the sword gradually turned red, with a string of crimson streamers, and it ignited flames when it slashed at Ye Sheng.

Raising the dagger to block the long sword, he felt the fiery breath in his palm, and the sound of sparks bursting could be heard between the sharp blades rubbing against each other.

The other long sword was picked up from bottom to top, and Ye Shengge opened it, and took a step forward, straight for the throat.

While withdrawing his sword to protect his vitals, the death row prisoner wanted to retreat with a solemn expression. No matter in strength or speed, this assassin was stronger than him.

However, due to the difference in speed, he barely blocked the oncoming dagger with the hilt of his sword, but the price was that all three of his fingers were cut off.

"Dang bang"

With his fingers cut off, he naturally couldn't hold the long sword, and the moment of death was only a few centimeters away from him. He abandoned the sword and retreated, but he, who had fully experienced Ye Sheng's strength, knew that this was just a few seconds more of his life.

The three severed fingers fell inconspicuously with blood beads, and rolled twice on the ground, stained with dust.

He had been waiting in the death cell for a long time without seeing the light of day, his face was bloodless, and now he was even paler, holding a sword in front of him, and the other hand was still bleeding from the cut.

During the confrontation, Ye Sheng suddenly disappeared in place. The prisoner's pupils dilated for a moment, and he turned his wrist and turned his sword sharply towards his back.

But at that moment, a cold light as bright as snow slid across his throat without a sound, Ye Sheng's figure appeared beside him, and then the figure appeared ten meters away in a flash.

The mad attack that lost its target only moved twice in the end.

The death row prisoner opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound, the light in his eyes dimmed, blood lines floated in his throat, and then the blood scrambled to overflow from the wound, staining the gray prison clothes in front of him red.

With a wave of his hand to shake off the blood drops on the dagger, the death row prisoner also fell forward powerlessly, closed his eyes, and the blood spread silently from under him.

"Huh." The host standing on the high platform exhaled softly. He watched the battle in just a few seconds with bated breath, and looked at the female assassin standing quietly on the edge of the ring. He always felt that any words at this time were superfluous.

But he still had to speak: "Look! This is the winner of our [-]-game winning streak in the green field. No one can do two tricks in her hands! No one will be her opponent, and she even arranges the opponent's death!"

"Oh!" Ye Sheng, who was dressed in black and stood on the ring, seemed low-key, but she was completely dazzling. Even though the battle was so clean that the audience had nothing to watch, she could contract the highlights by herself, and the audience still cheered. Cheers.

Lifting up the corner of her clothes and wiping the dagger, a strand of hair fell down from her forehead, and she casually brushed it behind her ear.

There was another inexplicable cheer in the auditorium, which made her a little surprised, and she couldn't help but squinted her eyes and turned her head to glance upwards.

The dead prisoner's body was dragged off the ring, and the pool of blood was wiped casually, leaving a pool of bright red marks on the dark red ring.

The face of the next condemned prisoner who came to the stage was not as calm as the previous one, but rather ugly, and even regarded death as home.

Because he saw with his own eyes that the person who had been in prison longer than himself, and who was even stronger than him, came out not long ago.

But so soon, the battle was over, and the person standing on the ring was obviously not the previous death row prisoner.

He was secretly shocked, the death row prisoner was not a criminal who committed a serious murder, and his strength was not weak, but the battle ended too quickly, while the female assassin who calmly stood on the ring was completely unharmed , not even a little damage to clothing.

Before the duel, he already knew that he had no chance of winning.

(End of this chapter)