God of War: My Best School Girlfriend

"Hey, are you kidding me? Herzlov, get up and fight!!!"

"Stop acting, how could you be knocked down by that thin man with just one slap!!!"

"Stop joking, beat the opponent to death quickly!!!"

In the auditorium, the crowd was excited.

Countless gamblers stood up excitedly, holding betting slips in their hands, and cursed loudly into the arena.

"I said, doesn't anyone want me to win???"

Ye Xing pursed her lips and shook her head sadly, the world was really in a bleak state.

"Referee, don't be in a daze, it's time to count the seconds!"

Ye Xingke reminded him kindly.

The referee, who had more than ten years of experience, was so surprised that he could not close his mouth.

He has seen thousands of games, but he has never seen a game end so quickly.

Herzlov, who was so different in size from his opponent, was killed instantly with one blow.

No one can accept this result for a while.

"Aren't you going to continue to hit the target? He's not dead yet! If he doesn't die, there's no way to declare a loss."

the referee asked cautiously.

In the past battles, both sides fought to the death, extremely brutal.

Basically, the game ends when one party dies in the arena or the boss surrenders.

He has never won by counting down the seconds.

Is Ye Xingke too stupid, or is he too confident?

"Why should I do a last-ditch attack? Didn't you say there is a countdown to victory?"

Ye Xingke said with disdain.

He just came here to make money, and he didn't have any deep hatred against the Russian White Bear, so he didn't want to kill someone casually.

"Oh, okay, ten...nine...eight..."

The referee then started counting the seconds unaccustomedly.

Just when the countdown reached seven, the Russian white bear Herzlov staggered up.

He stared at Ye Xingke resentfully and spat out a few bloody teeth from his mouth.

"Oh, I can still get up. Not bad, not bad!"

Ye Xingke praised.

"Damn brat, it seems I underestimated you!"

"Now, I will use all my strength to crush you!!!"

Herzlov lowered his body and showed his signature charging movement.

This ignited the enthusiasm of the entire audience.

"Go on!!! Fuck him to death!!!"

"Give him some awesomeness."

Ye Xing shook his head as cheers of cheers swept across the audience.

Naive, they are too naive!

"Drink!!!"

As Herzlov shouted loudly, he kicked the ground with his thick legs, and his huge body was like a cannonball, fired towards Ye Xingke, leaving only an afterimage.

I didn't expect that Herzlov's bear-like body could have such amazing explosive power.

As long as he was hugged by his arms, waiting for Ye Xingke's end, his head would be smashed to the ground, and his brain would be shattered into pieces.

What everyone didn't expect was that Ye Xingke actually stood there, motionless and showing no intention of evading.

Is he prepared to use his thin body to carry Herzlov who is rushing towards him like a tank?

"Is he crazy??? How can he stop this??"

"With such a huge power, even if he is a Tai Chi master, he can't unload it!"

"He's still too young! Just wait until he's knocked away!"

The audience sighed.

Just when Herzlov's huge body was about to rush into Ye Xingke.

"madness!!!"

Ye Xingke shouted loudly, suddenly jumped up, raised his knees suddenly, and kicked Herzlov hard in the face.

As we all know, the bones located in the knees and elbows are among the hardest bones in the human body.

Muay Thai, which is famous for its brutality, is famous all over the world because of its use of elbow strikes and knee strikes.

When the hard kneecap meets the delicate nasal cartilage, one can imagine what happened to Herzlov.

A bright blood flower bloomed on Herzlov's face, filling his eyes.

His nose bone was completely broken, and the severe concussion caused by the fierce impact caused the 2-meter-tall Russian man to fall straight down.

If Herzlov fell to the ground before, it was because he was too wild.

This time, people can no longer find any reason to deceive themselves.

"No, no way!!!? Herzlov was beaten down again???"

"Where did Fatty Huang find such a powerful master???"

The thin boss of Yutong Financial, who is also the boss of the Russian Great White Bear, was watching everything happening on the field in disbelief, slumped in his chair.

"Count the seconds, he can't get up."

Ye Xingke quietly faced the referee, as if nothing had happened.

"Ten...nine...eight...seven...six..."

This time the referee didn't talk nonsense and started counting the seconds obediently.

"Hey!!! What seconds are you reading!!! Go up and beat him to death!!!"

"Fuck!!! I didn't expect this big Russian white bear to be so useless! You are a piece of trash who is a strong man but deserves to be beaten to death!!!"

"That's right!!! Are we here to watch you count the seconds?!?! Hurry up and beat him to death!!! The life of such a person is a waste!!!"

"kill him……!!!"

"kill him……!!!!"

The gamblers in the audience suddenly changed their minds.

The people who were still supporting Herzlov just now have all turned their guns and asked Ye Xingke to kill him.

He looked so bitter and resentful, wishing that Herzlov would die quickly, and those who didn't know thought there was some kind of blood feud.

But Ye Xingke knew in his heart that the gamblers were acting like this just because Herzlov caused them to lose money.

Because it caused them to lose money, the gamblers wanted Herzlov to die to calm their anger. This is human nature.

"Hey, what is the name of the Arena of Glory! What glory is there? What dignity is there???"

“It’s just a stinking ditch to please the rich and make money from them!!!

Ye Xingke taunted alone and put his hands into his trouser pockets.

He was not prepared to take action again, because he was sure that the person in front of him would never get up again.

"Damn it, didn't you hear that??? We asked you to come up!!!"

"Kill him for me! You bastard, why are you pretending to be noble???"

"The boss on the other side hasn't surrendered yet!!! Do you understand the rules? Keep fighting!!!"

However, the gamblers who were extremely unhappy because of losing money were still struggling.

They don't seem ready to let go at all

Prepare to force Ye Xingke to kill his opponent who has no ability to fight back.

"Shut the fuck up!!!!"

Ye Xingke finally couldn't bear it any longer. He was so angry that he burst out in anger towards the gamblers in the surrounding auditorium.

The sonorous and powerful roar instantly drowned out the noisy voices in the audience.

"Do you have the ability? Are you very powerful? If you have the ability, stand up and try it yourself!!!"

"Don't treat other people's lives as your own! What qualifications do you have to decide people's life and death???"

"You are a bunch of clowns who only dare to chatter down there, I will fuck you!!!"

Ye Xingke didn't care that these gamblers were rich and powerful people, or whether they were VIPs on the Queen's cruise ship.

He faced the audience directly and raised his middle finger high.

From the bottom of his heart, Ye Xing looked down on these gamblers with low moral character.

Although he was once a mercenary who killed without blinking an eye, most of the people he killed were terrorists and heinous people.

The Royal Knights never target innocent people.

If he killed Herzlov for money, it would be against Ye Xingke's belief in life.

A person can have no money, but he cannot lack faith.

Ye Xingke would never do such a thing.

"Two...one!!!"

As the referee's final countdown sounded, Herzlov was still lying on the ground, motionless.

So the referee stood up, raised Ye Xingke's hand high, and announced his victory.

However, he was greeted with no applause or cheers.

There were just endless boos, curses, and boos.

Stimulated by what Ye Xingke just said, how could the gamblers celebrate his victory? ? ?

They united and let out huge boos of "嘁嘁~~~~!!!" to resist Ye Xingke's victory.

Under the leadership of someone unknown, a person crumpled the banknotes into balls and threw them into the arena.

"Stop being arrogant!!! I have more money than you!!!"

In the arena, the rich gamblers imitated him and threw the crumpled bills into the arena to humiliate Ye Xingke.

"He's just a poor fighter!!! Who has the right to yell at us???"

"Anyone among us can easily squeeze you to death outside!!!"

"Apologise!!!! Apologize to us!!!!"

Ye Xingke was victorious, but he had no glory or voice to match this victory. .

He was silent for a while, and finally decided to go back.

It was impossible for him to kill all these more than a thousand people.

The crumpled banknotes were scattered in the arena, like snow.

It is simply a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle, truly spectacular.

But this snow is so ugly and unbearable.

"Pa" "Pa" "Pa..."

Luo Wu in the audience applauded alone.

He looked at Ye Xingke's lonely figure exiting the stage, feeling both relieved and distressed.