Looking at the middle-aged man, Qin Hao shook his head: "Maybe there is a third choice?"

"What?"

"I'll fight out from here and ask you for an explanation."

"Mr. Qin, I said, you are too arrogant."

"It's not that I'm arrogant, but that you are too ignorant. You know nothing about the realm of martial arts. You will never know my strength." Qin Hao held the Sword of Shocking Dragon, and his eyes flashed with cruel expression: "Come on."

"Good! No matter how life or death!" the middle-aged man gave the order.

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In the huge arena of glory, only these Death War Special Forces can enter, but Qin Hao cannot leave.

This is the battle of trapped beasts prepared by the Nanyang chaebol for Qin Hao.

Manpower is sometimes poor.

Even if Qin Hao is strong, his strength will be exhausted in one day.

Then will be the day of Qin Hao's defeat.

As long as Qin Hao can be killed, the rewards provided by the Western chaebols and the costs paid are offset.

kill!

Thousands of troops rushed into the arena of glory.

These death warriors and other special forces are very strong, and at the worst they are masters at the master level. Moreover, these people are well-trained and cooperate with each other, and the lethality formed by them is also extremely strong. If an ordinary God-Cultivation Master encounters these fierce and fearless guys, they will be incredibly troubled, and they may really fail in the end.

But Qin Hao is different.

He practiced the immortal body of the dragon group, and the power of the dragon is even more powerful under the nourishment of the dragon veins on the earth.

Qin Hao was moved.

Qin Hao is not a murderer, but in this prosperous martial arts era and in this world where people cannibalize themselves, kindness to the enemy is cruel to the enemy.

Qin Hao took a step forward.

Kill one person in one step.

The cold wind gradually blew.

The smell of blood permeates the arena of glory.

Western Round Table.

Even though this group of chaebols and iron-blooded people who have experienced countless murders, looked at the scene in the picture, he took a breath of air in his heart.

This is simply a massacre.

Anyone within one foot of Qin Hao was defeated in an instant.

In half an hour, the battlefield of Glory was already bloody and countless corpses were found.

Kill the star!

"This is the devil, the devil crawling out of purgatory!"

"It's extremely terrible. This Qin Hao is the son of hell!"

"Shut up!" Debra looked at the bloody scene intently, and his expression fluctuated. This was the first time her expression became so serious.

There was no fluctuation in Qin Hao's eyes in the picture, nor did he feel like crazy pleasure. He seemed to be doing something seriously.

But it is precisely this that seems terrifying.

Nanyang Skyscraper.

The Nanyang chaebol families had their eyelids twitching, and some even dared not look directly at the bloody scene. At the same time, their hearts were aching. It was not because of the death of these Dead Soldiers, but because of each of these Dead Soldiers, the powerful forces they had cultivated at a great price, but now they all fell in a pool of blood.

In order to kill Qin Hao, the price is too high.

What made them even more frightened was that Qin Hao did not show any fatigue, and the speed and power of the sword swing had not diminished at all.

"It is impossible. Even if you are in the realm of cultivating the gods, you cannot have inexhaustible power. I don't believe it. Even if it is polished, I will grind him to death!" Someone's eyes were red, even if he lost it thoroughly.

"A thousand people have been lost, and the death is getting faster and faster... When will this end?"

"Maybe we shouldn't provoke such a devil."

Saw.

Qin Hao was like a god of war, wielding his fists and swords, as if he was tireless.

Killing one person is a crime, killing ten thousand people is a hero!

Qin Hao doesn't want to kill anyone.

But if someone wants to kill you, what can you do?

Then they will be afraid of them, and they will be frightened!

Stop killing with killing!

Qin Hao's strength was beyond everyone's expectations. The group of Nanyang dead soldiers and special forces had already felt boundless fear in their hearts, and they didn't even dare to look at Qin Hao's eyes.

With one person's power, he overwhelmed a unit.

There are fewer and fewer densely packed teams standing.

One hour.

Two hours.

Every minute and every second passes extremely slowly, and every moment someone falls.

"Stop! It can't continue anymore. Nanyang cannot bear such losses. More than 10,000 casualties have been killed or injured. If this continues, when will it end? Our decision should not be allowed to bear these dead soldiers. Stop."

"How could you stop? You know that you have been damaged by more than ten thousand yuan. I don't believe that Qin Hao can continue to kill. I don't believe that he has inexhaustible power. If it really doesn't work, use missiles and cannons!"

"You are crazy. Outside this barrier, there are people from Nanyang."

"I order you to stop!"

"There is no way out. If Qin Hao is not dead, how can I have my face in Nanyang!"

There are endless disputes.

But just as the argument was over, the thick blood was a little more.

Qin Hao looked neither sad nor happy, and the dragon power in his body was circulating. If necessary, he could continue to kill like this...

"Stop!"

Suddenly a faint voice sounded.

Qin Hao frowned and put away the sword in his hand.

A group of Nanyang dead soldiers also stopped and left the barrier.

An old man with a cane slowly stepped into the arena of glory. He looked at the thousands of corpses lying in a pool of blood with some heartache, and sighed: "Mr. Qin, this is the murder you committed."

"I committed a murder?" Qin Hao snorted coldly: "What a joke. Do I have to stand still and let you wait to take my life. I can't resist at all? There is such a truth in this world? I want me to say that the deaths of these people are all caused by your hands, the boxing Saint Pa Zhao Yuhua."

This old man is the symbol of Nanyang Kingdom, the boxing saint Pa Zhao Yuhua.

"It's over here, what's the point of talking about these things? Why not stop here?" Pazhao Yuhua said lightly.

"The Nanyang chaebol colluded with the Western chaebol family and threatened me to China and led me to Qin Hao out. Now that I, Qin Hao, have come here, but you have said that, do you really think that I, Qin Hao, can be bullied, and can I be humiliated?" Qin Hao said coldly: "I have always heard that the Holy Master of the Nanyang Fist is involved in the creation of good fortune. I am the strongest person in Nanyang. Today, Qin Hao comes to experience it!"

Pa Zhao Yuhua was silent for a little, but shook his head: "No need, Mr. Qin's martial arts realm is far beyond me, so there is no need to compare this battle. Mr. Qin, after today, our Nanyang chaebol family will no longer cooperate with the West, and all forces will withdraw from China and promise to never invade China within ten years. How about it?"

Nanyang chaebol bowed his head!

Nanyang Motorcycle Building.

A group of chaebol leaders clenched their fists. When did they bear such humiliation? But they also understood that if they continue to fight, they would probably involve the Nanyang fundamentals and the gain would not be worth the loss. At this time, the compromise of the boxing saint Pa Zhao Yuhua was undoubtedly the most correct decision.
Chapter completed!