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The sound of thunder was deafening, and the sword was as fierce as lightning.

Boom!

Amid the deafening thunder, Ning Chuan swung out the silver-blooded sword, which slashed down from top to bottom like lightning, as if it was going to split Wei Bohu in two!

Chi!

The silver-blooded sword cut through the air at such a fast speed that Wei Bohu had no time to dodge.

He crossed his arms across his chest, and the golden Force of a pair of brass knuckles gushed out like a spring, one stream after another, covering his arms.

The efficiency of brass knuckles in stimulating the Force is limited.

Wei Bohu's crazy urging would only take two or three times, and the expensive brass knuckles would be scrapped.

But his life was in danger, so how could Wei Bohu worry about the scrapping of the brass knuckles?

With a bang!

The golden Force was chopped and collapsed, dissipating everywhere.

Ning Chuan's silver-blooded sword was also repelled.

"Stopped it!"

Wei Bohu's heart, which was hanging in his throat, relaxed.

But he hadn't even taken a breath yet.

A huge fear rose in Wei Bohu's eyes.

I don't know when, two silver lights more than ten feet long, one on the left and one on the right, easily cut into his wrist that was not covered by the Force.

Three cuts in an instant!

Zhao Weiping died under Ning Chuan's move.

Puff!

Puff!

Two arc-shaped blood flowers splashed at the same time.

Wei Bohu's left and right arms became left and right arms.

Because the silver-blooded sword was swung too fast, Wei Bohu didn't notice that his hands were cut, he just felt a little cold.

The next moment, severe pain surged from the broken wrist like a tide.

"Ah!"

Wei Bohu screamed like a beast in pain, and his body could not stand steadily. With a bang, he knelt in front of Ning Chuan.

Some timid spectators closed their eyes in fear.

There was a burst of exclamations from the VIP seats on the viewing platform.

This young man is really cruel.

He wants to destroy the son of the chairman of the Wei Group!

Lu Mengyue stared at the ring and pondered: "Ning Chuan's three swords were almost cut at the same time, which means that he completely predicted Wei Bohu's response. I think this level of fighting seems to be better than me!"

Lu Zhan glanced at her: "Be more confident!"

Lu Mengyue was a little happy: "He hasn't surpassed me yet?"

"No!"

Lu Zhan shook his head: "I asked you to remove the 'seemingly'!"

"Dad, you have been led astray by Ning Chuan!"

Lu Mengyue couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Compared to the Lu family father and daughter who still had the mind to joke, Wei Qiance's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he wanted to slap Ning Chuan to death with a slap.

Although he has a vicious personality, he also values ​​family affection.

Otherwise, he would not have personally taken action to help Wei Bohu win a place in the Shanhai Talent Training Camp.

"Ningchuan, the road battle can protect you, but what about your family and relatives? If you don't stop, I will not let them see the sun tomorrow!"

Wei Qiance's voice was gloomy.

Of course, this naked threat cannot be said in public.

Wei Qiance used the force to compress the voice into a line, which only reached Ningchuan's ears.

"It seems that Wei Bohu didn't tell you that I am an orphan. If you can find my family, I will definitely give you a banner!"

Ningchuan grinned.

Wei Qiance: "..."

It seems that there is really no way to threaten Ningchuan.

Chi!

Ningchuan swung a knife, swiftly and powerfully, cutting a long wound on Wei Bohu's chest, and at the same time chopped him off.

He was still influenced by Wei Qiance.

Otherwise.

This knife was aimed at Wei Bohu's head.

With Lu Zhan's promise, he was not afraid of Wei Qiance's revenge.

Unless Wei Qiance was ready to die with him.

But if Wei Bohu was killed, Wei Qiance might go crazy and take revenge on his friend Guo Renyu's family.

Ning Chuan didn't want to take this risk.

He owed the Guo family a favor for the Dragon Elephant Ancient Scripture.

"But, not killing you doesn't mean I'll let you go!"

Ning Chuan's eyes were cold, holding the silver-blooded sword, and walked step by step towards Wei Bohu who fell not far away.

Bang!

When he came close, Ning Chuan stepped down heavily on Wei Bohu's chest.

The ground shook slightly.

"... My hand... I killed you... My father is Wei Qiance..."

Wei Bohu had lost consciousness due to the pain. He stared at Ning Chuan and cursed incoherently.

But under Ning Chuan's cold gaze, Wei Bohu's body trembled and he gradually closed his mouth.

On that face, only fear remained.

Ning Chuan looked down at Wei Bohu at his feet and said to himself: "I once heard a rumor.

In a certain era before the Federation, there was a torture called Lingchi.

That is, in

Cutting a person with 3,000 consecutive knives!

Whether an executioner is qualified depends on whether the person being tortured is still alive after he has carried out the torture. "

Wei Bohu seemed to realize what Ning Chuan wanted to do and struggled to escape.

But the foot stepping on his chest was as heavy as a rock.

"I want to test whether I am qualified."

Ning Chuan said calmly.

Hearing this, Wei Bohu burst into tears: "Ning... Ning Chuan, I was wrong, I am sorry for you, forgive me, I will never trouble you again!"

Ning Chuan was unmoved, his expression was indifferent, and he glanced at the time on the big screen: "There are 10 minutes left.

That is 600 seconds.

Five knives in 1 second, it's not difficult for me.

My knife is very fast, you bear with it."

As he said, Ning Chuan raised his silver sword, and the blade flashed sharp in the sun.

"These two people have a big grudge!"

Someone saw the clue.

"Wait! "

Just as Ning Chuan was about to strike with his knife, Wei Qian Ce stopped him.

"If you give up a quarter of an hour of unlimited fighting, I will give you 10 million as compensation!"

Wei Qian Ce said with a gloomy face.

When the people at the scene heard this number, they were stunned on the spot.

This is a huge sum that ordinary people cannot earn even if they don't eat or drink for three generations.

Puff!

Blood flew.

After a slight pause, Ning Chuan's knife still landed on Wei Bohu, causing him to scream in pain.

"I dare not take this money."

Ning Chuan raised his knife, looked at Wei Qian Ce with an ugly face, and grinned: "You gave me money because you were worried that I would kill your son in a quarter of an hour of unlimited fighting.

To some extent, this is my silent blackmail on you.

I have always been law-abiding and disciplined, and never do bad things. "

After being framed last time, Ning Chuan deliberately read some books related to law.

One of them is a biography called "Zhang San: I wrote a history of criminal law in only half my life", which benefited him a lot and taught him a lot of legal knowledge.

"This kid has learned a lot from his mistakes and has learned a lot."

Lu Zhan smiled.

Wei Qian Ce's face turned pale, and he heard the hidden meaning in Ning Chuan's words.

The money can be taken.

But there must be no risk of breaking the law.

Resisting his anger, Wei Qian Ce forced a smile and said, "Don't mind, classmate Ning Chuan, I was anxious and said something wrong.

This 10 million has nothing to do with the 15-minute unlimited fight between you and Bo Hu.

It's just that the Wei Group sees that you have the potential to enter the first Xinghe University in the Federation, and voluntarily donates 10 million to you.

I hope you can be admitted to Xinghe University and bring glory to your hometown!"

Ning Chuan pondered for two seconds and said, "After tax? "

The scene fell silent after hearing this.

Are all geniuses' brain circuits so strange!

"Of course!"

Wei Qian Ce gritted his teeth.

Ning Chuan smiled brightly: "Thank you, Chairman Wei. If it's not too much trouble, transfer the money now!"

Wei Qian Ce stretched his hand back, and an executive quickly put a mobile phone on it.

After clicking on the screen several times, he said coldly: "The money has arrived."

Ning Chuan felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.

It should be a bank transfer text message.

However, Ning Chuan still took out his mobile phone, looked at the transfer amount, and confirmed that it was 10 million after tax, and then he was relieved.

Wei Qian Ce's shamelessness forced him to deal with it cautiously.

"Ning Chuan, you have also received the money, and our game will end."

Wei Bohu begged.

Ning Chuan lowered his head and said kindly: "Silly child, what are you thinking about.

Your father gave me money because I could be admitted to Xinghe University and bring honor to Qingshan City. What does it have to do with you?

Let's continue!"

"Tell me, what is 3000 minus 1!"

Ning Chuan raised the silver blood sword, a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were as cold as ice for thousands of years!