Abyss Express

[Part① Simple process]

"Will there be any danger?" Little Xingxing looked suspicious, for fear that these gangster criminals would tamper with the spirit seance ceremony.

If it's a simple wheel battle, it's just thirteen fair knights' contests.

There is an intermission, and there are products like Guangling Sanxiaolongbao and Mrs. Bai's products to replenish physical strength. The eldest sister is not afraid of any opponent.

To be honest, when Little Xingxing heard about Lao Shizi's spiritual surrender, she almost burst into tears with joy. If she had been holding back for more than half a year, she was just waiting for this day.

"There is only one rule, no soul power is allowed."

The eldest sister sat on the southwest side of the guild hall, holding a pack of cigarettes in her hand, which was Marlboro in red and white packaging.

She doesn't smoke, but as Sister Terina said, if she doesn't smoke in this ghost place, no one will recognize her friendship.

"You are not allowed to call spirit bodies?" Meteor pondered: "Does it mean that no matter what level you transform to, you are not allowed to use spirit bodies to fight? What if they cheat?"

"There are more than six hundred pairs of eyes staring at the ring, don't worry." Xue Ming threw a cigarette at the brother of the Tyrannosaurus Warriors, and immediately received an electrolyte drink in return.

The little brother smiled honestly at the new girl, lit his cigarette, and went on to work quickly.

Xue Ming: "And as long as I beat them - I don't have to take the initiative to find Duran and Flavia."

Little Xingxing: "Yes! They will definitely recognize you!"

"So this forces me to settle down." Xue Ming patted Xiao Xingxing on the shoulder, hugged his good sister, and pointed at the other opponents in the guild hall, "The per capita KDA of the bosses of these war groups and gangs is more than 6.8 .Do you know what that means?"

Little Xingxing kept shaking his head.

Xue Ming: "It means they can't fight at all, and rarely kill people by themselves."

Little Xingxing nodded vigorously.

Xue Ming: "Young and Dangerous's rules of survival are different from ours. Little Xingxing——I will do it myself to solve the troubles completely. Don't leave any tails behind. I have to do things beautifully and cleanly."

Little Xingxing: "Oh! G117! Are you saying that these thugs are probably not your opponents at all?"

"I have been practicing for the past six months, just to fully adapt to this game account." Xue Ming took out a tape from the drawer of the main stage of the guild hall, and threw it to the little brother in the props team. , "Last Night on Earth" played in the airport terminal.

Xue Ming believed that with Duran's memory and [Timeline] ability, he would be able to recognize this body.

Immediately afterwards, she put on the half-finger gloves, tied the headband, and began to warm up.

She said to Little Xingxing.

"Now I am very strong."

At that time, Little Xingxing didn't quite understand the meaning of these six words in Xueming's mouth.

Even Bu Meteor, Ben Xing, doesn't have a clear understanding of Big Sister's comprehensive martial arts ability.

The last time they fought in the ring was half a year ago, and A Xing has been studying with Bai Lu in Galahad since then.

Last time Xiao Qi and Big Sister fought each other with a record of 70 points. Big Sister effectively hit 37 times and directly KO'd. She looked like an adult, and had plastic surgery on the spot.

Little Xingxing's understanding of the elder sister's fighting power is still at the level of using guns to destroy the hundreds of blood clans of the Rose Cult. Moreover, she would open a male character account and kill all directions in the racetrack. She didn't know how Xue Ming did it.

When the woman squatted up in front of the 15 by 15 meter ring, stretched her waist, raised her legs and hopped to warm up.

The leaders of the war gangs in the guild hall also placed bets one after another, wanting to increase their chances.

As long as G117 wins an opponent, it can win back the one hundred thousand yuan redemption fee.

More than 4,000 felons in the Royal Hedland Hotel have gone through multiple rounds of betting.

The odds of Yichuan Thirteen came to 1:318.

With such high odds, it also means that people are not optimistic about this woman in her twenties.

Although she is a blood race, according to the martial arts standards of the spiritual rite, her opponents are all fighting at home.

The first three are leaders in the field of unarmed combat, and the last three are directly involved in the sparring with equipment. Once injured, it is difficult for panacea to heal nerve damage in a short period of time. It is extremely difficult to defeat the next vigorous opponent with weapons.

Time is up.

The Christmas party has just begun, and the supervisor Edward announced the curtain for all the distinguished guests.

The interrogator Mike, the general manager, and the manager of the hotel gave their blessings.

Immediately afterwards, Salary King's agent spoke, and Miss Penny tattooed the newcomer.

In the end, it was people's congratulatory speeches to the newlyweds, Jielina and Jieluo, who attended the wedding banquet.

Finally came the part of the knight contest.

Standing on the ring, Xue Ming felt a fever in his back.

There were hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her, and more than 3,000 TVs were broadcasting this scene.

She wasn't nervous or scared, she just looked at her opponent coldly.

The seats around the guild hall are divided into different colors and flags according to different camps and war groups, just like the demon army in purgatory, with different magic pools.

A young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old jumped up from the opposite side of the ring, he was a white European man.

The team belonging to [Hydra] in the hall immediately burst into thunderous applause.

Kun En, the boss of the Falcon Gang, and the leader of the Hydra stood together, talking happily and laughing, and they were called brothers.

Kun En: "Brother Yu is very touched to be able to invite the murderer King Moen this time."

"It cost a lot of money." The leader of Hydra raised his brows, imitating Beichen from the Hongmen School of Martial Arts, serving teacups. It's a pretentious act, just like us orientals talking about Western etiquette, which is an inexplicable trendy ritual: " I also don't want this bitch to win, if she wins one game, we will lose one hundred thousand, don't say I'm helping you, I'm helping myself."

Kun En put a cold butt on his hot face, but he was not angry. If Hydra wants to make a good start, let them be majestic.

Bullying women is no skill, but beating this bitch to death in the ring is tantamount to shitting on the head of a tyrannosaurus warrior. This is what Kun En likes to see most.

As for who is this murderer Mo En?

He is from the Mimier hot spring market. He is a fellow villager of Mr. Wen Bucai, but he is lucky. He roams around and commits crimes. He likes to kill people and eat raw meat. He is a pure blood-granting unit, and the beast that grants blood is a dragon-like creature. , are rarer and stronger than Skull and Bones Earth Dragon units.

This person is bloodthirsty, committing vicious wounding incidents in various prisons, it is difficult to discipline, and because he helped several crazy Butterfly Holy Church organizations buy murders, there are so many clues in his mind, he is an important tainted witness, In the end, he could only be sent to the Royal Hedland Hotel for custody, and he was nicknamed the Killer King.

It is the simplest earthy nickname and the most direct killer style.

He's six and a half feet tall, the same build as Meteor.

With his arms raised, he can protect half of his head.

He grinned grimly at his eldest sister, but he was unwilling to bow his head to a woman, and he was unwilling to even put on the most basic fighting posture. It was a silent ridicule, and he believed that the person in front of him was not qualified to be his enemy.

Moen has no hair, no eyebrows, bald fingers and no fingerprints.

There is no doubt that he is a professional killer.

"I will tear you apart, little sister. My favorite thing to do is to tear up beautiful girls like you. Hitting women feels the best. They are soft. They bleed when touched, and the fist touches the flesh. Started screaming."

As soon as these words came out, it was like beating drums on the battlefield.

Kun En was calm and relaxed, and a big stone fell in his heart. The fighting lottery ticket he just bought would also be cashed into a huge bonus. This is a happy thing.

Xueming didn't move, nor did he respond.

She is still just standing, like a cast iron sculpture.

If you don't look closely, you won't even notice her breathing.

She maintains the most basic posture of holding the frame with her hands high, and tries her best to tighten her core, ready to fight at any time.

Tyrannosaurus warrior Andro sweated for the little girl. He followed Gero and Terina to the side of Little Xingxing, but he still didn't dare to make a big bet on this seemingly weak blood girl. No matter how you look at it, it is a loss-making business.

Mr. Husband also came, and he asked little Xingxing aggressively.

"How can you let her go to the ring?"

"Your sister will die!"

"If you don't use Soul Power! How could she be that guy's opponent!?"

"This is the gap in quality, she and Moen are at least four standard orders of magnitude behind!"

These words are common to Little Xingxing——

——The match between Xue Ming and Meteor was an unfair sparring that spanned four standard weights.

As far as this kind of combat environment is concerned, it happens that Xue Ming is most familiar with it, is best at it, and has rehearsed countless combat scenarios.

"It's been long enough." Little Xingxing curled her lips, her face full of disdain: "Let's wait and see."

This sentence has been around for a long time, and it refers to Xue Ming's combat habits.

The stance of leaning against the enemy is precisely the link in which Xue Ming is observing the enemy's body essence, analyzing the arm span and the soft flesh of each part of the hip and hip joints.

[Part② The fatal process]

In order to prevent the criminals from accidentally injuring the referee, the old butler Edward himself came to play the role of arbitrator.

He announced the rules of the game aloud——

"—The use of psionic power is prohibited, and there is no limit to the range of strikes. Everything follows the rules of street fighting. You can beat the genitals and the back of the head until the opponent completely loses combat effectiveness."

"The newborn wins, and one hundred thousand whole pyroxene coins will be exempted from the service fee for the spiritual seance ceremony."

"Moen wins, and the [Hydra] Chapter will take ownership of the newborn."

Edward looked at Xue Ming worriedly, and whispered.

"Sister, I told you to find a good owner, but Andro didn't intend to protect you. You should choose [Scarlet Duke]. Maybe my master will protect you."

Xue Ming interrupted: "When will the fight start?"

Edward was stunned for a while, and then said immediately.

"Let's fight!"

The moment the contest begins——

——Moen took advantage of his height and wingspan, and rushed towards Xue Ming with open arms.

He thought of various images in his mind, such as the opponent running back and forth, fleeing in this wide arena, trying to distance themselves.

This is almost the countless chases and battles he has experienced in his life. When facing an enemy weaker than himself, he has rich experience to complete the execution procedure.

Only this time, after taking five strides with great interest, Moen finally woke up from the excitement.

The opponent didn't run away, just stayed where he was.

It made him mad!

How dare this bitch be so bold!

See if I don't run away? Instead, stay where you are?

Does she not understand anything? Just ran to the ring?

Could it be that she still can't figure out the situation? Already forget the feeling of fear?

Listen to the heavy steps, the nylon ring will start to shake under the trample of the feet!

Must be scared silly! I'm going to give you a plastic surgery with my fist.

Thinking about it this way——

——Moen swung a powerful straight fist.

The fist brings up a strong wind, like the shelling of a tank.

Too many things happened between the lightning and the flint, and the sharp and piercing bone cracking sound broke out from the ring.

The leader of the Falcon Gang spat out a mouthful of tea soup, almost unable to believe what he saw.

The dynamic vision of the other younger brothers is not very good, but the eagle's eyes are very sharp——

——But after a while, there were a few deep explosions from Moen's tall back, as if he had been hit by a bullet, his body trembled, and then he knelt weakly.

He couldn't even make a sound of crying out.

The murder king's face was livid, and he stood stiffly, his arms were broken in a reflexed posture.

The soft flesh from the thighs to the waist and abdomen seemed to have been kicked hard a few times, and the skin was already ripped apart.

He didn't respond anymore, as if his brain had lost all consciousness before he could react.

He was still kneeling straight, but unable to fight, half of his chin was tilted to one side.

From "starting" to "ending", only ten seconds passed.

The people in the guild hall were dead silent, and cold sweat broke out on Kun En's forehead.

He could see very clearly that in the short moment of fighting just now, the fighting skills shown by G117 were so terrifying, and with his short life experience, he couldn't sort out the rhythm of boxing at all.

On the other hand, teacher Beichen from the Hongmen School of Martial Arts was quite surprised, and his eyes became more and more respectful.

He talked to the little newsboys and Hongmen disciples around him.

"Just now--"

"——Moen advanced with a straight right fist, and she also countered with her right hand to strike strong."

Bei Chen made a boxing gesture, and showed his middle finger and index finger.

"The technique of lifting the teacup hits the numbness of the elbow. I didn't expect to directly break the forearm joint."

"At the same time, she kicked out her leg. That step was like a combination of jumping and stepping. With the impact of Moen's straight fist, her left fist hit the thick hip bone of this big man, penetrating three inches. You see this murderer Butt pockets and rotten jeans? That's not kicked, that's scraped off by fists."

"Moen missed a punch and a kick, didn't feel the pain, and was intercepted when she wanted to fight back——she hit her knee and elbow together, and the destructive power of that steel knee and elbow almost overwhelmed Moen, the beast of disaster. The left arm of his body was smashed into three pieces of rotten flesh. For a total of two rounds, Moen lost his will to fight."

"Then it was time for the execution. Two right-hand punches broke six of Moen's ribs, and Moen lost consciousness."

"Her punching speed is 17.8 when doing the supporting punch, and her left hand is as powerful as her right hand. When switching between front and back, it's like dancing. The power is flowing, flowing in her body all the time. "

"Boys."

Teacher Beichen put his legs down, instead of sitting in the posture of a big man with legs crossed, he immediately became serious and cautious.

"On the ring is a boxer who is proficient in mixed martial arts, ancient Chinese boxing, Jeet Kune Do, and Aikido."

"No, you can't say that, it should be a generation of grandmasters."