Quick Transmigration: The villain's little flirt is wild

Chapter 121 Punish the World 11.0
[The gladiatorial fight will start after the countdown ends. 】

【10, 9, 8...】

025 counted silently in his heart, he bent down, put on a sprint posture, his eyes were fixed on Chi Mo, his eyes were full of excitement.

You can kill this unlucky little rookie right away.

He couldn't wait to see the scene where her blood splashed all over the arena, that scene must be very beautiful.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the dry skin of his mouth, he was determined to win this wrestling.

Liao Xue, who was sitting in the auditorium, snorted coldly. She stood up and stared at Chi Mo closely. She couldn't wait to see her decapitated scene. At this point, she wants to see how arrogant this bitch is. !

With the last sound of the countdown, 025 held the short dagger selected for him by the audience, violently charged in front of Chi Mo, swung the dagger and stabbed fiercely at her vitals.

Enthusiastic cheers erupted from the auditorium. They sat up straight and stared closely at the arena, expecting Chi Mo's reaction.

Number 025 is one of the most popular candidates for the championship in the arena. His methods are ruthless and direct, and he is cautious, but every shot must be killed by one blow.

The moment 025 approached, Chi Mo bent down, bent his elbow and hit him hard in the abdomen, then snatched the dagger from his hand with his backhand, and kicked him on the chin.

Her whole movements are smooth and smooth, and she has easily grasped the control of this gladiatorial fight.

On the other hand, 025 was knocked to the ground by Chi Mo, and he didn't get up for a long time.

He fell to the ground, only to feel that his eyes were dark, and the pain in his abdomen and jaw made him barely breathe.

There was a moment of silence in the auditorium, and then burst into enthusiastic cheers. Their eyes were shining when they looked at Chi Mo.

They love the big contrasts and the counterattacks, and for thrill seekers like them, the more unexpected the ending, the funnier it is.

Chi Mo played with the dagger and walked towards No. 025 in a leisurely manner.

025 raised his head with difficulty, his chin was kicked by her, and there was a faint tendency of a comminuted fracture. Looking at Chi Mo who kept approaching him, 025 shrank back, looking fearful.

It's really hard to imagine that such a petite woman has such great strength, such neat skills and quick reflexes.

He suddenly understood why 089 lost to her, this woman, she is not human at all!

Thinking that he was knocked down by Chi Mo in an instant, and he didn't even have time to react, 025 was terrified, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help stepping back. His confidence just now was gone, leaving only endless fear.

This kind of fear stems from the irreparable gap in strength between him and her, as well as the crushing sense of oppression on her body. She played with the dagger calmly and approached him step by step, like a cat playing with a mouse, admiring him Embarrassed gesture.

He swallowed hard, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't...don't come here..." 025 murmured with trembling lips, looking at Chi Mo in horror, a huge sense of gap and fear enveloped him, making him completely lose the will to fight against Chi Mo.

Her approach seemed to step on the apex of his heart, like the god of death who took life.

No, he can't die here yet, he still has things to do, he hasn't seen his infant daughter, hasn't grown up with her, and she hasn't gotten sick yet...

He cannot die.

025 climbed up with both hands and feet, resisting the pain in his body, stumbling around and running away.

Chi Mo stopped and looked at the leaving figure of 025. He didn't intend to chase after him, so he curled his lips in boredom, turned around and walked to the exit where he came and went.

Just when 025 ran to the exit, a gunshot pierced the sky, and the audience in the auditorium was startled. When they looked again, 025 had already fallen limply on the ground, with blood overflowing from under him. , he fell in a pool of blood, twitching uncontrollably.

Chi Mo stopped and turned around to look. She glanced lightly at 025 who was lying in a pool of blood, then raised her head to look at the monitor in the arena, her eyes were cold.

"I'm still..." 025 twitched, spat out a mouthful of blood, and muttered with absent-minded eyes: "I can't die."

The necklace he was hanging around his neck fell to the ground. On the necklace was a picture of a sleeping baby with his eyes closed.

He exhaled his last breath. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the place where the necklace fell. His pupils were already dilated and he lost his breath.

The defenders entered the field in an orderly manner and began to dispose of his body. They lifted 025's body expressionlessly, threw it into the car, and cleaned up the blood in an orderly manner. They were obviously used to such scenes.

[Horn... The gladiatorial fight is over, the winner is No. 089, which is also the new No. 025!Chi Mo! 】

The hostess was stunned for a moment, then resumed her brisk and sweet tone, announcing the result of the wrestling.

The audience in the auditorium cheered and shouted Chi Mo's name loudly.

"Chi Mo! Chi Mo! Chi Mo!"

They threw a lot of bills into the arena, celebrated with carnival, and shouted her name loudly.

Chi Mo pursed his lips slightly, and stood in the arena, looking at the crazy and excited audience with cold eyes.

The most damned people are not the people who participated in the gladiatorial battle, but the audience who take other people's lives and misfortunes as consumption carnival.

And... the messenger behind the scenes.

They are the villains who deserve death.

The cheers of the arena were endless, and the audience wildly celebrated the victory of the gladiatorial fight, raising their hands high, cheering and jumping for joy, not at all affected by 025's death. To them, the gladiators were just toys that could bring them visual impact If one dies, a more interesting toy will appear, which is not worth their distress.

Chi Mo lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, turned and left.

Although she came out of the killing department, she still hated this set of mechanisms and the feeling of being someone else's object of fun.

She turned around with a cold face and walked towards the exit.

really.

Such a rubbish place.

It's best to destroy it.

Liao Xue in the auditorium bit her lip tightly and looked at Chi Mo's leaving figure in disbelief. She actually won? !

Still such an overwhelming victory, she stood up with a sullen face, and pushed the person in front of her with a gloomy expression.

This bitch must have used some shady means to win, otherwise, how could it be possible with her alone?

She couldn't believe that that bitch was really that strong!
Director interior.

Zhao Yiru propped his chin up, looking at the girl under surveillance with interest, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and the pen lightly tapped on the table, making regular knocking sounds.

This Chi Mo is much more interesting and stronger than he imagined. It seems that the gladiatorial fight in this issue will be very exciting.

He was looking forward to it, looking forward to her standing at the top of the arena and becoming the new darling of the upper class.

He was curious what kind of surprise she could bring him.

　Three shifts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)