take father as heaven

Murong Yan had to play before he found Sig. This competition was better than the selection competition. At any rate, the relationship between people was not represented by numbers, and he could choose a name or an alias for himself to participate in the competition.

Murong Yan's nickname didn't go through himself at all, and Dark Fire gave him one directly, Zhihuo.

As soon as he hung the small tag that symbolized his own identity around his neck, he followed a group of guys in line and slowly entered. The guys around were all looking at him vaguely.

In this group of people, almost everyone is a big man with tangled muscles, only he is particularly slender, and his height seems to be slightly shorter, not to mention his face looks very young, although Sig used a special technique to give him a Tweaked it a little so it wouldn't be immediately obvious that he looked like a guy.

But his age cannot be changed. Everyone looked at him with a smile, as if they were looking at a piece of meat waiting to be slaughtered.

Murong Yan immediately understood that when he went on stage later, he would definitely be greeted solemnly by these guys, but he curled his lips, not only did not feel nervous or discouraged, but was full of energy.

Dark Fire looked at him smiling on the stage, and the obsidian earrings were shining brightly. Murong Yan saw encouragement and trust in his eyes. It seemed that this guy was very optimistic about him.

That's right, since Dark Fire is mixed in the dungeon, how could he not have participated in Black Boxing, I'm afraid his ranking is not low.

There was no more time for Murong Yan to be sad. The big gate of the competition field suddenly opened, and a few big men stood at the door and used a machine to scan everyone's badges. The guy carrying him suddenly glanced at him, "New here?"

Murong Yan nodded.

The other party asked again. "Who introduced it?"

"Dark fire."

"Go, little guy, have fun." The big man grinned ferociously.

When Murong Yan entered the arena, he saw that the guys who came in first found a place to sit or stand. The arena was very large, with twenty people standing in it, it looked very spacious.

Murong Yan did not launch an attack from the very beginning, after all, it was his first time, and he played very conservatively.He moved carefully in the small area he had chosen, and then quietly looked at his opponent.

Suddenly there was a huge firework explosion in the field, and a dazzling colorful firework exploded over the playing field, over there!In the shattering of purple and red, incomparably beautiful eyes, a killing was kicked off.

Before the Black Fist, no matter how the captain and the bayonet described its horror, Murong Yan couldn't connect with himself completely, he just felt that he was listening to a message.

When the prelude opened, a man not far from him rushed to his side like a leopard, twisted the neck of the man closest to him, and then connected the other man's head to the spine with all his strength. When it was pulled out, the spineless corpse on the ground was dripping with blood, like a mass of rotten flesh.

Murong Yan was stunned for a moment. He had imagined countless scenes, but he never expected that the real scene was a hundred times more exaggerated than he imagined. The smell of blood spread out, making Murong Yan feel suffocated.

It's not that he hasn't killed people before, but he has never seen such a brutal and violent way of killing.

On the high platform outside the arena, two masked men looked at the place where he was standing from a distance, and one of them laughed softly, "Your little guy is terrified."

The one next to him pursed his lips and said nothing, his attention was completely focused on Murong Yan on the field.

After a while of silence, he said. "He's different."

The person behind smiled softly, "Is that so?"

After being lost for a short time, Murong Yan quickly regained his sanity. In fact, there was nothing he could do if he didn't come back to his senses. His corner approached, and the killing intent in his eyes made people get goosebumps.

Before Murong Yan came in, he had heard such a saying that it was either life or death, and it was God's care not to die from a serious injury.

Looking at the gradually increasing corpses on the ground, this sentence has been best interpreted, those who win will live, and those who lose will lie down.Murong Yan no longer hesitated, and took the lead in attacking a guy who was approaching him.

The strength of the opponent was astonishing, beyond Murong Yan's expectation, but unfortunately Murong Yan's dexterity also exceeded the opponent's expectation, when he turned around clumsily, Murong Yan directly inserted his hand into his throat.

The other party convulsed and fell to the ground, but he didn't die immediately. Instead, he writhed in pain. The wound on his neck was bleeding profusely, spraying out beautiful blood columns.

After the first one is done, the second and the third follow, and it seems to be an appointment.The three men attacked directly from different directions. If someone else was surrounded like this, it must be a disaster.

Everyone in the stands also gradually noticed this side, and after seeing Murong Yan's most slender figure among them, they immediately shook their heads in disdain, as if confirming his failure.

Unexpectedly, Murong Yan seemed to be able to do a job with ease in the encirclement of three people.

Although trapped, there is no sign of failure.Murong Yan was still thinking about it.In such a situation, how to choose a breakthrough point, a person suddenly rushed over, trying to catch him.Murong Yan went forward without hesitation, looking as if he was about to die, but at the moment of approaching, he suddenly made a move.

The other party was excited to see him jumping over to seek death, but he didn't expect that in the next moment, a pair of fingers were inserted directly from his eye sockets, blood overflowed, the man wailed in pain, fell to the ground and writhed continuously.

The next step was much simpler. He successively dealt with the other two guys, using the same cruel technique. Every opponent who was brought down by Murong Yan would not die in an instant, but would have to die in the next moment. It took a while to writhe and howl on the ground before he died in extreme pain.

This was not intentional by Murong Yan, he just didn't know how to kill a person in the most brutal and effective way.

But in the eyes of those people in the stands, it turned out that Murong Yan did it on purpose. He just wanted to use this method to make all his opponents die miserably. His image suddenly became terrifying.

Many guys who looked down on him just now suddenly put away their disdain, and instead showed dignified and fearful expressions.

Murong Yan naturally didn't know, he just noticed that his side suddenly became clear, and everyone in the arena seemed to have an extra tacit understanding, leaving a vacuum in his position.

Since he had nothing to do, Murong Yan could only take back his gesture to greet the enemy. Seeing the blood dripping on his fingers and mixed with red and white stuff, who didn't know if it was brain pulp or something else, he suddenly felt a little sick.

The few guys at his feet have already died after the violent wailing, except for the guy who was blinded by himself and injured his brain, who is still writhing and struggling in pain, looking extremely miserable and terrifying .

His cry made Murong Yan feel a little startled, and Murong Yan couldn't help but want to give him a good time. He walked over, aimed at his spine, and stomped hard. After the crisp sound of the spine breaking, there was a louder sound. A shrill howl.

The entire arena suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Murong Yan. Murong Yan only felt that he was startled by the long roar, and subconsciously made up for it again, this time directly breaking it. It touched the opponent's neck, the twitching body finally couldn't make any sound, and then died stiffly.

Murong Yan saw that the clothes on his body were still clean, tore off a piece to wipe his hands, and then stood up silently.

Only then did I realize that everyone in the arena was watching him quietly, even the other contestants in the arena were frozen in place, watching him silently. Blood Demon.

The first match ended quickly, and there were less than five players left in the field, probably because the guys on the opposite side were too afraid of Murong Yan, so they could only gather in a group of mutual bloggers, and in the end there were only two guys left It was only when they woke up that they could advance to the semi-finals, so they stopped.

Murong Yan left the arena indifferently, but felt a little uncomfortable. No matter where he went, the people around him would always make way for him immediately, and then looked at him in awe.

Until Murong Yan walked in front of An Huo, he also found that An Huo had a strange look in his eyes, looking at him as if meeting him for the first time.

Just when Murong Yan felt more and more embarrassed, An Huo suddenly stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Good guy, I didn't even see it all the time."

Before Murong Yan figured out what that meant, the second round had already begun. It seemed that after the first round was tragic, everyone played conservatively in the second round.

The game was played fairly well until the end, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. When there were only five players left, the referee outside the court immediately blew his whistle and stopped the game. It seemed that everyone in the court would be killed like the first game. Numb, even the referee forgot to blow the whistle, and even sacrificed two more contestants.

On the other side of the high platform, the masked man chuckled again, and said to the figure in front of him who had not moved.

"Sure enough, a very interesting little guy."

"Don't shoot him."

The man froze for a moment, then smiled again. "Such a baby? Can't you just look at it?"

"If you want to die, try it."

The man who had been standing still suddenly put down his harsh words.

The corners of the man's mouth that had been smiling all the time tightened up, and he spread his hands. "Okay, I'll wait for him to come to me by himself."

The man in front of him slowly withdrew his serious murderous aura, as if nothing had happened, but there was an imperceptible pride in his tone.

"He'll go farther."