“…”

Diego looked at the black muzzle silently. Although he was not so calm when facing death, he had no idea what he thought about at this time. No one knew whether it was disappointment or the blank space of escaping from death. But after calm, extreme anger was immediately followed.

"What's this... are you teasing me! Or are you showing mercy to me!? Living man's fist!!"

Looking at Wu Jian's back, Diego stood up with one foot and half-kneeled to ask Wu Jian. But there were no bullets at this time!? What a joke? Since he didn't plan to kill him, what's the point of aiming at various key bullets before? He was dodging like a clown, isn't he like a clown?

"What are you angry about? Isn't it normal for a strong person to show mercy to the weak?"

"Oh..." The strange ghost Zhixu muttered.

Kenichi Shirahama noticed this sentence and asked, "Hmm? What's wrong, Master Rebellious Ghost."

The strange ghost Zhixu was about to answer, but the surrounding area was already lively.

"Liangshanbo, what do you mean? Are you saying that our killing punch is not as good as your living punches??"

I don’t know who said something, and then the venue started to make a noise about this, almost all of them were targeted at Wu Jian.

"Shut up!!!"

!!!?

After this shout, the entire venue was silent. Everyone looked at the venue in surprise. The "shut up" sound came from the mouth of Diyago Carlo, one of the "One Shadow Nine Fist" located at the top of the killing fist.

"The strong and the weak will depend on who stands in the end!"

Diego stood up and said in a deep voice, then he grabbed the mask and pulled it up. There was still a layer of mask underneath, but his expression was not a smile, but obvious anger.

"Does it mean you have to fight again?"

"If you want to distinguish between the strong and the weak, you can only fall down! There are too many factors in the battle. Don't think that you will win a game, and you will be stronger!"

"What stupid things to say, if I don't show mercy, you're dead."

"Then kill me, howl!!!"

With a few puffs, several blood columns were squirting out, and Diego forced the bullets out of his body.

"Let's start and decide who is the real strong man, the real death battle."

Diago had been covered in skin injuries before, and now he looked like he was bleeding. After taking a step forward, Diago rushed over at a faster speed than before. However, only Wu Jian could tell, because Wu Jian didn't give him a chance to show his speed at all. When he flew up, he threw a gun at him.

Alas~~~~~~~~~~

When the audience in the stands saw Wu Jian throwing the gun out, they basically had a shocked expression.

"No, isn't it? He actually threw out his weapon!?" This is simply a puzzlement.

"Didn't there be any bullets? He was so arrogant just now, but he turned off and there were no bullets. This battle should be a draw!" This was a famous detective who thought he had found the truth.

"Impossible? He didn't change many bullets - that is, he didn't fire a lot of bullets. This amount is too small in terms of popularity." There is also Wu Jian's strength, unless he doesn't think that a person who eats with a gun would bring so few bullets.

Apart from these people, Shirahama Kenichi reacted the most: "Hey~~~~~~~~~~!? He actually threw his gun out!?"

"Senior...it won't be a problem, right?" Feng Linji Miyu said worriedly.

"Well... we don't know how many bullets he has carried with him, but..." Akiyuki Kaetsuji touched his chin, his eyes full of confusion.

"I feel...he is too casual about his weapons." Ma Jianxing also had the same doubts.

When Li Yu heard these words, he couldn't help but feel secretly: Masters' feelings are too sensitive, and even Wu Jian can feel the gun. But it's no wonder that Wu Jian just made that gun casually, and even he could feel the casual attitude (because he knew Wu Jian and knew that he was just playing, he could feel it).

They still have time to chat there, as for Diego...

"Puff? Wow!"

Diego felt a flash in front of him, and then a stiff object hit his face. With a huge impact, he smashed his huge body to a few meters away, and lay dizzyly on the ground.

“Woo…”

I don’t know if Wu Jian just threw it harder or moved other hands and feet. Diego just lay on the ground and moaned. He didn’t have to worry about the blood on his head. He just wanted to know what was hitting him. Just so he touched it casually.

"Is this!?"

Diego seemed to be in a flash and quickly took it to his eyes. It was Wu Jian's gun.

Diego looked at the gun and trembled. Wu Jian lost his weapon. This was a good opportunity. He should have tried his best to stand up, but he felt an insult.

"You!? Damn..."

Diago held up half of his body and tried hard to stand up, but he couldn't do it. He could only watch Wu Jian walk over on the gravel.

Wu Jian walked up to him, took out a gun, then took out new bullets and replaced them one by one, and said while changing: "Diago, who is the strong and the weak among us has been separated long ago."

"What?"

After Wu Jian replaced the bullet, he pointed the gun at Diego.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He fired six shots in a row, but they were all shot next to Diego's head...

“…It’s not over yet!”

Diego struggled again, as he said - never to die.

"It's been separated long ago!"

Wu Jian's voice echoed in the venue. After a closer look, it turned out that the microphone Diego threw away had arrived in Wu Jian's hands at some point.

"Let me tell you, show mercy, that is the right only for the strong!"

What!?

Wu Jian ignored the reactions of others, as if he was talking to everyone, saying: "When you were still very weak, you had a duel with someone stronger than you. Can you show mercy at that time? No, it is impossible! Can you show mercy when you fight with opponents of the same level? Then of course not, because you don't want to die at all. Then, when your strength is far beyond your opponent, you can show mercy, and the other party's life and death are completely in your own hands!"

Wu Jian paused for a moment, as if waiting for someone else to chew on his words. After waiting for a while, he continued, "Diabetes, you call me a living boxing? But that's wrong. I don't care about living people or killing people. All I pursue is stronger power. However, pursuing stronger power is not enough to say, I need to motivate myself. So, I discovered that only living boxing can motivate me. Yes, I don't want to die. If there is someone who threatens me, I can only choose to kill him. But as a living boxing, I cannot kill people, so what should I do?"

Wu Jian threw the problem to Diego and to everyone.

"you......"

Diego felt very bad and could not let Wu Jian continue talking, but... he seemed to be fixed and watched Wu Jian start to speak.
Chapter completed!