Douluo: My Wuhun Tetanus Blade

Chapter 221 Help me up, I can fight again!

Suffering heavy injuries, unable to support another match at all?

All you need is that you can't support it.

The Heijia staff had a disregard for life in their eyes, and a sneer appeared on their faces.

He has figured it out.

Just now this kid took advantage of his inattention and used his noble black armored lord as a gun in the opponent's hand to suppress those lowly city residents.

It's simply disgusting!

So he wants to give this kid a little color and see.

Let him understand that no force can be borrowed casually.

Looking at the staff of Heijia, and then at the cannibalistic eyes all around him, Wang Mo pursed his lips, nodded with 'difficulty', and handed back the identity plate in his hand go back.

"Okay, let's talk about it first, I will only participate in this last match today!"

Everyone heard the words and did not speak.

As long as you participate in the second round, there will naturally be a third, fourth, or even fifth round. You participated in the first two rounds, but if you don't participate in the latter, don't you look down on those who are behind?

As for being reasonable.

In this killing capital, fists are the biggest reason.

After depositing the vat of Bloody Mary on the counter again, Wang Mo staggered to the bottom of the battle field, following the nine vicious men with grinning faces.

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Then the other nine people all went to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

One step at a time, Wang Mo walked back to the counter with difficulty, feeling the slightly surprised eyes looking at him, and waved his hands again and again.

"No, I can't, I really can't!"

As he spoke, he took a few breaths out of breath, as if he was already out of breath, and his body had reached its limit.

Although it was a little strange why he would still be the last person alive, but how could everyone let him go so easily.

That vat of Bloody Mary exudes extreme temptation.

"No, you can't leave yet!"

"We still have three sets of competitions behind us, you have to accompany us to finish the competition!"

"Hey, little guy, you don't want to be blocked by us when you leave the killing field of hell, do you?"

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Thus, the third game began.

Under the gazes of everyone in disbelief, Wang Mo once again lived to the end.

"It can't be done, this time it really can't, it's really gone!"

Fourth game.

"I'm going to die, I absolutely can't participate anymore!"

Game [-].

"Help me up, I can fight again!"

Lying on the blood-stained floor of the Hell Slaughtering Field, Wang Mo glanced at it slightly, and there were no people in the spectator stand and contestant candidate area that were originally flickering.

A carp stiffened and flipped up from the ground.

Wang Mo frowned and pulled his clothes and sniffed them. The strong smell of blood made him want to gag.

Disgusted, he took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, revealing his muscular upper body.

Without looking for a new piece of clothing in the storage ring, Wang Mo came to the counter naked.

Looking at the black-armored staff member standing at the counter with a look of seeing a ghost, Wang Mo calmly took his identity plate and the vat of Bloody Mary from him.

Slowly walked out of the gate of the killing field of hell.

Watching Wang Mo's back gradually disappearing in front of his eyes, and thinking about the weakness he pretended to be every time after participating in the competition, the staff of Heijia fell silent for a while.

Why are young people nowadays like this?

Come to fight, come to cheat, he is an old comrade in his seventies and eighties!
Go back to the outer city.

Wang Mo distributed the big bucket of Bloody Mary to other people waiting in the outer city, and won the favor of many people.

Some people even proposed to form a new force centered on Wang Mo, following the example of other small gangs in the inner city.

However, Wang Mo directly rejected it.

He came here for the Killing God Realm, not to compete with other people for the territory. To compete for the territory, the land outside the mainland is so wide, isn't it more interesting than a place that is bigger than the Slaughtering Capital?
The reason why the big bucket of Bloody Mary was divided.

The main reason is that this thing cannot be released.

After a long time, the blood will coagulate, so it can't be used again. It's a pity to throw it away.

It can only be given to these guys who are eating and waiting to die in the outer city.

Think of it as accumulating virtue for yourself.

Although he didn't have this thing.

Time is like a woman who is determined to break up, no matter how hard you try to keep her, she will never look back at you.

Soon, Wang Mo stayed in this bloody place for a full year.

During this year, his victories in the Hell Slaughtering Fields had reached 99 at an astonishing rate.

One year, 99 games.

Can't tell if it's fast or slow.

Of course, for all the people in the killing capital, such a speed simply caught everyone's attention.

Because even the eight killing gods in the legend are several times worse in comparison.

The reason for this is that Wang Mo accumulated victories quickly enough in the beginning.

Every time he pretended to be seriously injured, there would always be someone who challenged him unbelievingly.

However, if the same trick is used too much, it will not work.

In the next few months, he might not even be able to schedule a game for ten and a half months.

At the same time, people here gave him a nickname because of his outstanding and persistent performance.

Little devil!
Why is there a small print?

One is to express dissatisfaction with him, he is not as strong as him but can belittle him from other places, and the other is because of age.

Because from his appearance, he is really too young!
Of course.

Little Demon King is the nickname given to him by the people in the inner city, while in the outer city, Wang Mo's title is the most benevolent angel who saves the suffering and the suffering.

In the capital of killing, the underground world where justice and kindness seek traces, and where cruel killings are prevalent, the most benevolent and the most benevolent are simply incompatible with this place.

But such a title fell on Wang Mo.

Even the King of Slaughter heard this, and rumors spread that he could laugh at the title of the little devil king, the most benevolent, the most benevolent angel, for two and a half years.

The most benevolent?

That was the vicious scene when you didn't see him kill, the red knife went in and the white knife came out.

this day.

Wang Mo's last match in the Slaughtering City was finally full of ten people, and a black-armored staff member from Hell Slaughtering Fields came to the door to notify, which can be said to be full of cards.

But before that, the leading girl I met on the first day also came here to pass a word.

Before the start of the final match, the legendary Slaughter King wanted to meet him.

Said there was something to talk about.

Wang Mo probably guessed what the dark gold nine-headed Bat King was thinking, but he was still going to have a look.

(End of this chapter)