Unlimited Records of Bad Guys

At that moment, Anderson made a sudden move, hitting the young man's lower abdomen with an uppercut.He is very experienced. If he was hit directly in the face, this weak yellow man would probably be killed. That would be a waste of an easy game where he can breathe.So he wanted to make the opponent lose the power to resist first, and then kill him slowly.

However, just when the punch was about to hit the opponent's body, the young man raised his hand in an understatement, and supported the huge fist.Anderson didn't feel like he was hitting the opponent's palm, but as if he was hitting a steel plate.Before he could react, he felt a huge force coming from his wrist, and then he flew out spinning like a dick.With a puff, the blood splashed in a circle, drawing a beautiful arc around the young man.And in his hand, he was still holding the opponent's fist—a fist made from a severed hand whose wrist had been torn muscles and bones broken.

Everything happened so quickly, from the eyes of the audience, it seemed that Anderson flew out after punching him.When they saw clearly the severed hand in Tang Yin's hand, they were stunned for ten seconds before they burst into a sky-shattering roar.Not to mention that the audience didn't understand what was going on, even the parties themselves couldn't react for a while.Anderson lay on the ground dizzy for a while, until the severe pain woke him up, seeing the miserable appearance of his wrist, he couldn't help screaming like a pig.

But soon, he realized that he was still competing at the moment, and his self-esteem as the consecutive champion prevented him from lying on the ground and shouting like a fool. Blood spilled all over the place.

This time he ruthlessly hit the opponent's head with his fist, and he was more careful in his heart, guarding against this seemingly thin young man, his eyes were fixed on his limbs, and he did not miss any subtle movements.However, it didn't work.He still only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then he flew out again, and there was another fist dripping with blood in the young man's hand.

The audience went crazy, and the host yelled, "Chinese Kung Fu! This must be the ancient and mysterious Chinese Kung Fu!!" The young man looked at the two severed hands in his hand, opened his mouth and let out a strange laugh, and put them together. They were thrown in two different directions.His movements were light and light, but his fist flew far away, hitting the densest part of the auditorium, causing another burst of screams.

"My hand!! Damn monkey! You threw my hand away!!" Anger and pain burned all his reason, and Anderson stood up again with a growl, and rushed towards the young man unsteadily.The latter swept him down with a sweeping leg so fast that he couldn't see clearly, and stepped on his ankle. With the bone fracture and the opponent's screams, Anderson's ankle shriveled unnaturally, bloody and bloody, and was almost crushed. Stepped into a puddle of meat.Then he did the same thing to the other foot, which made him wake up from the sharp pain on the verge of fainting.

Limbs were completely crippled, and his consciousness became somewhat blurred due to blood loss and severe pain. It was only then that Anderson really noticed the youth's appearance.It was a handsome face, with soft edges and corners unique to oriental races, as white and harmless as a sheep, but this face was extremely terrifying in Anderson's eyes at the moment.It was laughing, but there was no trace of a smile in its eyes, it was cold to the bone.It was very clean, with a few drops of scarlet blood spattered on its cheeks, the contrast between red and white was extremely eye-catching, like a demon wraith crawling out of hell, coming to claim his life.

The young man slowly squatted down, pressed one hand on Anderson's chest, and grabbed a protruding muscle on his shoulder with the other. "Deltoid muscle." Accompanied by a low voice, the muscle was torn off by the young man with his bare hands, and thrown aside casually.He moved his palm down, "Biceps." Another muscle was thrown out. "Triceps brachii...brachioradialis...palasis longus..." Every time he said the name of a muscle, he tore off the corresponding muscle, and soon, minced meat was scattered everywhere on the court pieces, and Anderson's two arms are only left with sporadic pieces of meat hanging on the pink and white bones.

Anderson passed out and woke up twice, struggling desperately, but the young man held his body tightly, unable to move at all.At this moment, he had lost all fighting spirit, and the way he looked at the other party was no longer as if he was looking at a person, but a devil or a monster, leaving only fear, and he said in a hoarse voice intermittently, "I, I admit defeat...I admit defeat." ...!!"

"Noisy." Before he could finish speaking, the hand of the young man who had just torn off a piece of flesh clasped his throat, pinched it lightly, and the cartilage in Anderson's throat shattered, making a frightening clucking sound, but he never said I can't speak.Afterwards, the young man moved to the legs again, muttering in a low voice, "Rectus femoris... vastus lateralis... tibialis anterior... gastrocnemius..."

In order to achieve the greatest stimulation effect, cameras and microphones are installed around the arena, so that the picture and sound can be clearly conveyed to the audience.At this moment, the stadium has long been silent, only the sound of muscle tearing and low murmur, and Anderson's creepy cluck before dying.The strong smell of blood diffused, and the arena became a slaughterhouse. Many spectators who were close could not help but bend over and vomit.

When the muscles of the limbs were almost torn, Anderson could only breathe out, not breathe in.He stared at the young man with staring eyes, he couldn't believe that he was going to die like this, but he felt lucky that he could finally be relieved.As if reading the meaning in his eyes, the young man's bright red palm slowly stroked from his lower abdomen to his heart, leaving a trace of blood, patted his chest and said, "When you meet your God, don't forget Tell him, the person who killed you is called Tang Yin." He opened his mouth, showing his white teeth, and smiled, "...heart muscle."

Anderson's body trembled violently, and what came into view was a beating heart—it was his own heart.He couldn't understand Tang Yin's language, but everything was unimportant, his strength quickly faded away with his consciousness, and what was left in the end was a quiet darkness.

After a while, the host who saw no movement on the stage glanced up tremblingly, and saw Tang Yin standing on the stage with his hands in his pockets, his head raised and his eyes closed, breathing steadily, as if he was feeling something.The original light-colored casual clothes had already been spattered with blood, and the wet parts stuck to the skin, making the whole person look even thinner.The host looked at the security guards with guns around him, and secretly emboldened himself, so he didn't dare to go on stage, so he stood below with a microphone and shouted, "This... this Asian gentleman... won! !"

There was no cheering, no applause, and the entire venue was so quiet that a needle could be heard.This has gone beyond the category of "stimulation", beyond the category of human beings.People couldn't understand how such a powerful and terrifying person existed. In their minds, only the devil, the messenger of Satan, could be like this.