Qiangli fell into extreme passivity, "I will fight with you!"

He controlled the corpse tiger to kill back quickly, and he also took out a simple knife from his bag, preparing to fight to the limit and fight to the death...

"I think...it's not necessary..." At this moment, Feng Bujue's expression suddenly changed, and that sinister, evil smile appeared on his face again, "Because...you are already dead.

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"What did you say..." Sanyu couldn't finish his sentence.

Because at this moment, two [Mark II grenades] exploded in his pockets.

Boom boom

Two loud noises exploded almost at the same time.

Including Sanyu who attacked him, no one discovered when Feng Bujue put the grenade into the former's coat pocket...

Tu Aotian and the audience watching the live broadcast were all dumbfounded. Even if the person hit by the "Short-haired Hundred-Split Fist" would explode, it shouldn't have this effect, right? Why can we still see metal shrapnel?

[The current task has been completed, and all main tasks have been completed]

[You have completed the script, it will be automatically transferred after 180 seconds]

The system prompt sounded, announcing the end of the game.

In fact, Feng Bujue doesn't have any other options. Sanyu Strike is the last member of Corpse Sword's second division. If Feng Bujue wants to perform better, he can completely activate [Spiritual Consciousness Gathering]

Technique - Change], give the opponent a level 10 [Wild Ball Fist], in this way, both of them will definitely die together, and the result of Hell Front's victory will not change.

But... Brother Jue just doesn't intend to die here. At least... he doesn't want his team to suffer any personnel losses in the match with the Corpse Sword.

Yes, he is indeed "bad", but this kind of "badness" also depends on the target.

Whenever he encounters individuals or teams that use unfair competition methods, Feng Bujue's "malice" will be infinitely amplified, just like what he did in "I Am a Writer".

Maybe not everyone can see his intentions, maybe he will be misunderstood or even hated, but he did what he wanted to do and will never regret it.

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Two minutes ago, Longhair Fortress, Tower of Piles, sixth floor.

"This... this is impossible..." Carlott fell in a pool of blood, with a look of shock on his face. His kingly demeanor had turned into the cry of a loser, "I... I am the strongest

Boxing master! I am the emperor of this apocalypse! You bunch of untouchables should kneel at my feet! How can a mere ugly monster... possibly defeat me?"

"Haha... If you are the strongest boxer, I will be the god of fighting." The Blood Corpse God looked down at the opponent and sneered, "If you are the emperor of the last days, then I will be the emperor of the universe." He shook his head and spread his hands, "

This world is very big. I thought I was already the strongest in the universe, but recently I discovered... there are many people who are stronger than me, and there are countless people in the universe, so... I think you should relax your mind and put yourself

Just think of it as a plate of... uh... rabbit meat."

As he spoke, he squatted down and started eating...

"You...what are you going to do..." Carlot was shocked when he saw the Blood Corpse God extending his claws towards him, "No...impossible...do you really want to eat...ah!"

The Blood Corpse God was indeed hungry, so he ate Carlott until no bones were left... and it only took two minutes.

"Hiccup~" After burping, the Blood Corpse God stretched and glanced at the stairs at the other end of the room, "Well... does this tower have a seventh floor... But, I'll eat it

This Carlot should be the last long-haired Six-Heaven Official, so... what will be on top?"

While he was chanting, he walked over quickly.

The Blood Corpse God is also very aware that his activity time in the script world is limited (if summoned by other members of the Hell Front, it will be fifteen minutes, but if summoned by Feng Bujue, due to the effect of "Alchemy King's Taunt", it can exist for twenty minutes)

above), instead of thinking, it is better to act first and then talk.

"Huh?" When he came to the end of the stairs, the Blood Corpse God saw a door made of pure silver, with a weird magic circle painted on it, "This is..."

In this apocalyptic world, it is not easy to find a few sets of tableware made of pure silver. This door made of pure silver is simply unimaginable. Moreover... things like magic circles seem to be in line with the overall setting of this world.

Out of place...so it's no wonder that the Blood Corpse God is confused.

[The "Eternal God" who was destroyed by those two mortals, your last ray of consciousness still escaped into the turbulence of time and space, and came here after being exiled. I pity you, but I can't

Let you run rampant in my universe. So, sleep here, I will let the strongest "martial arts" on this planet guard you, and it will not end until the end.】

The Blood Corpse God has an extremely long lifespan and is very knowledgeable. He actually completely interpreted the information in the magic circle, and then said: "Oh...the God of Eternal Life? Haha...another one who claims to be a god. However,

Judging from the information revealed by this magic circle, you have not only been defeated, but also sealed. You must be a god in name only..." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Humph...

So why am I not the same?"

Out of a very subtle mentality, the Blood Corpse God stretched out his hand... and used his own power to erase the magic of the magic circle.

The next second, he could clearly feel the dissipation of magic energy. This indicated that... some kind of powerful seal had been broken.

"Then... let me come and meet you..." The Blood Corpse God said, already raising his arms to push open the door. Facing the twisted force pouring out from behind the door, he still couldn't face it.
Chapter completed!