Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you should take care of yourself first, do you still have time to care about others now?"

The Black Widow smacked her lips repeatedly, full of joking.

On the other side of the ring, Zhang Yi and the butcher stood opposite each other, and the same thing was happening. Zhang Yi shook his head and said, "You shouldn't have thought about hitting my junior sister."

"So what if you did?"

The butcher looked down on Zhang Yi from the bottom of his heart and asked provocatively.

"Then you will die!"

Zhang Yi said murderously.

The butcher was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, "Hahaha, just you? I started killing pigs at the age of seven, and started killing people at the age of nine. Now there are at least eighty people who have died in my hands."

"Then you really deserve to die!"

Zhang Yi looked indifferent, and when he said this, it was as simple as eating and drinking water.

"Host, start quickly!"

The butcher put the butcher knife in his hand on his waist. He felt that he didn't need the butcher knife to deal with Zhang Yi at all, and began to urge the host loudly.

"It seems that the players on the field are quite anxious, so... the battle begins!"

Accompanied by the sound of a bell, it means that this life-and-death battle has begun.

The audience immediately roared like thunder, and they all roared excitedly, venting their emotions.

Zhang Yi took the initiative, his feet were full of wind, his body moved quickly, and kept approaching the butcher, "He is so big, sensitivity should be his shortcoming, if you want to kill him, you can only use tricks!"

Zhang Yi had thought of a countermeasure when he saw the butcher. It was obviously unrealistic to fight the butcher head-on. The opponent's brute force was no joke.

However, the butcher stood there and looked at Zhang Yi jokingly, without any action, but just commented disdainfully: "The speed is good, but it's a pity that it's useless!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhang Yi suddenly punched when he approached the butcher, and his body was also moving while punching, and his punches hit the flesh, but the butcher did not move at all, which made Zhang Yi feel like hitting an iron plate, and even his fists began to hurt.

"What a strong body!"

Zhang Yi was secretly shocked. It was unrealistic to break his body with mortal strength. His eyes immediately fell on the butcher's butcher knife on his waist.

"Hahaha, you have so little strength? Are you just scratching your itch?"

The butcher laughed and mocked.

The shopkeeper Qian on the stand frowned when he saw this scene. A hint of disappointment appeared between his brows. He shook his head and said, "Is that all the strength? This time, the people of their lineage seem to have become weaker."

He then set his eyes on the ring where Princess Zi Ling was, and found that Princess Zi Ling's situation was not very good either. She could not occupy the sleeves of the Black Widow at all, and was in a state of being played with.

Er Niang, who was sitting next to him, said leisurely at this time: "It seems that our shopkeeper Qian will bleed a lot this time. Not everyone who eats a free meal is like the drunkard at the beginning, and you can't always be lucky." Shopkeeper Qian could no longer laugh at this time, but said with a gloomy face: "The world is still uncertain, and it is still uncertain who will laugh last." "The only thing in the body that is the hardest is the mouth. The butcher and the black widow are both good players in the martial arts field." Er Niang taunted mercilessly. Shopkeeper Qian turned his head away, snorted coldly, and ignored Er Niang. On the ring, the butcher had already attacked Zhang Yi at this time. His body like a mountain brought a fist wind every time he swung his fist. Fortunately, Zhang Yi was agile and dodged the butcher's attack every time. "No, it's not a good idea to keep hiding from him. We have to find a way to get the butcher knife in his hand. Only in this way can we break the deadlock!"

Zhang Yi felt the long-lost pressure from the butcher. As a cultivator, his intuition told him that if he was hit by the butcher's punch, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die, so Zhang Yi was particularly cautious in every step.

The butcher couldn't touch Zhang Yi's sleeves, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritated. His fists became more and more disorderly. "Damn it, what kind of man is hiding? If you have the guts, fight me head-on!"

The audience felt that the fight between Zhang Yi and the butcher was not very interesting. After all, one was running away and the other was chasing. It was far from the visual pleasure of punching each other. Naturally, their eyes were more on the two girls. At least the fight between two beauties was more pleasing to the eye than that between men.

Zhang Yi was not in a hurry, nor did he respond to the butcher. He moved around the butcher with ease, and sometimes even deliberately passed by the butcher. But when the butcher reacted, he appeared behind the butcher again, "Tsk tsk tsk, is this your strength?"

"Roar!"

The butcher felt humiliated when he heard Zhang Yi's ridicule. He beat his chest angrily, like an angry beast, roaring and opening his arms to pounce on Zhang Yi. Then he jumped high, wanting to use a Taishan pressure on Zhang Yi.

"Butcher! If you hurt him, be careful that your little wife will not end well!"

The Black Widow on the other side realized that the butcher was in a wrong state, and immediately distracted to remind him.

But the butcher now had no time to care about so much. The anger in his heart had long been ignited by Zhang Yi. With a roar, the huge body was about to press on Zhang Yi, which also made the butcher look happy.

But the next moment, Zhang Yi flashed swiftly, bent down and slid under the butcher, and took the opportunity to take the butcher knife from his waist. Before the butcher could react, Zhang Yi stabilized his body in time, exerted force on the ground with his feet, and flew into the air, waving the bloodstained and sharp butcher knife behind the butcher and slashing at the butcher's neck.

Then, the butcher only felt a chill in his neck, without feeling any pain. He stared in disbelief, holding his neck tightly with his strong hands, as if he didn't want his neck to leave his body.

"Zizi!"

But this was useless after all. The vitality of the butcher slowly dissipated, his hands gradually became weak, and a stream of bright red blood spurted out of his neck. His huge body fell heavily to the ground and became a corpse.

The butcher eventually died under his own butcher knife. This was all because he underestimated his opponent. If he had held the butcher knife in his hand early in the morning, Zhang Yi would not have killed him so easily.

At this time, Zhang Yi's legs were slightly weak, and he was constantly panting. The fight with the butcher just now really consumed a lot of his energy, but he did not dare to stop for a moment. His eyes immediately turned to Princess Zi Ling and Black Widow on the ring beside him.

As Zhang Yi killed the butcher with lightning speed, the originally noisy and lively martial arts field suddenly became silent. Everyone looked at Zhang Yi in disbelief, wondering why the gap between the two sides was so big, and Zhang Yi could kill the butcher who had won ten consecutive games so quickly?