I must make the thief who stole my abilities look good! [Comprehensive]

The odds were quickly displayed on the big screen. Although Blanche knew she would not be favored, she glanced at it and almost cried.

The spider leader was still chatting with him and pretended to mouth: Come on.

Blanche was even more annoyed, did he mean that she would lose to this kind of paper tiger with muscles that had no other purpose than scaring people?

The game started with the harsh ringing of the bell, and the audience shouted at the top of their voices, which usually brought some enthusiasm to the players on the field, but Nisaimo and Blanche looked at me and I looked at you, deserted and embarrassingly cold The wind blew gust after gust from the safe distance between the two of them.

There was no other reason. Nisaimo saw that Blanche still had no fear after hearing about his identity, and looked at him with a face of one hundred and one, and the more he looked, the more angry he became.Nissaimo immediately retreated in his heart, always feeling that the other party didn't look like a good quarrel.

To be honest, fabricating a terrible identity for himself is not unique to his family. I once met a fool who failed in plastic surgery before, and he was deceived by bragging. Who knows that his strength is weaker than him, and he can't even read.He beat up the big brother angrily, and after calming down, he thought it was a good idea, so he asked which hospital the other party had plastic surgery, and he ordered an upgraded package.

At any rate, Nisaimo can recite the four majors, and he has more confidence in bragging. This bragging has been a bit boastful for a whole year. When he caught up with the gangsters, they came to this lawless broken island with a sack.

There are many brothers who are in the same situation as him, and he is also considered a tall man among short men. Winning eight games in a row still swells his self-confidence.

But if it inflates again, it is just a balloon in front of the fear of death, but now the thin little girl in front of her is the needle, which will burst as soon as it is pierced.

"I, my fist can..."

Nisaimo wanted to brag a little more, whether it was to intimidate her or boost her own morale, but Blanche was too lazy to listen. She rushed over almost the moment Nisaimo spoke, her nails swelled into sharp claws, It's about to plunge into the opponent's chest.

The sooner this silly monkey trick ends, the better.

Nisaimo was squeezed out of some strength by the survivalist, and blocked Blanche's arm with both hands. He didn't know how to use force, but he still knew the basics of recitation. At this time, he forcibly increased the use of recitation around him. He came out strong, coupled with the arm embedded in the steel plate, even though he flew out, he scratched off two of Blanche's nails.

Blood dripped down the slate along the fingertips, Blanche wrapped the wound with thoughts, and the bleeding soon stopped, but this little blood could not satisfy the bloodthirsty audience.

Nisaimo got up and found that the steel plate under the scratched surface layer clearly bears two fingernail marks, and a hasty hook deformed the steel plate...

How could there be such power in that thin and small body?

... No, he had a hunch that he would definitely be killed this time.

Nisaimo hurriedly crawled and fled, Blanche didn't want to get entangled with him, and the pain of breaking her armor also made her lose her patience.She rushed towards Nessimo suddenly, her foot left a scorched black dent on the stone, and Blanche caught up to Nessaimo in one fell swoop.

The nails have been put away, and she planned to hit him with a knife until he passed out and couldn't stand up. At this time, Hela Cruz was watching her from the corner of her eye. Watching dolphins domesticated by humans in Ocean Park.

... She was watched by this kind of gaze, for a very, very long time, as long as a century, they are like rhizomes with thin whiskers growing in the soil, spreading to every corner of the body.

Blanche's eyes narrowed slightly. Even though her mind had been distracted by other things, the knife she swung fell precisely on the back of Nissaimo's neck...but because of the turmoil in her heart, she didn't control her strength and strength a little bit. Hard proportions.

The hand knife fell so fast that even under the close view of the camera, few people could see it clearly.

After an extremely fast moment, the first thing that caught people's eyes was Nisaimo's head that fell suddenly. It rolled onto the stone slab, swayed a few times, and stopped moving, followed by a large amount of blood gushing out.His body didn't seem to be aware of the loss of his head, his heart was still beating blood, and the large artery between his neck was splattering dirty red liquid like a severed fire hydrant.Blanche, who was closest to him, was sprayed all over her head and face unsuspectingly. Her original skirt was soaked with blood and was completely stained red.Immediately afterwards, the headless Nissaimo knelt on his knees, lost his balance, and finally his huge body crashed to the ground.

The originally thin and small girl was now a demon who was stained red with blood.

The audience who shouted loudly and yelled, "Fight and bleed! Show us more exciting scenes!" stared wide-eyed, and suddenly fell into deathly silence.

It was very quiet all of a sudden.

Blanche felt that it was too inappropriate to say "Oh, I accidentally hit a heavy hand" now.

After a very quiet second, the woman's scream and the man's cheer sounded almost simultaneously, and the two voices were intertwined, forming a strange echo in the sky above the arena.

Blanche hated being covered in blood, but she hated the group sitting on it even more.

She didn't put on a winning posture, and the referee didn't dare to pull the evil spirit's hand. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Blanche walked back along the same path.

On the stand directly opposite, the black pupils quietly reflected the scene just now.

Kuroro saw clearly everything just now.

Nissaimo's entanglement and training are very general, his muscles are too stiff and not practical, and his physical skills are not top-notch. Useless movements cause many dead ends, and it can be seen that he usually relies on his mind ability.Blanche can inflict damage on him even with a normal hand knife, not to mention that after she raised her eyes just now, the perfect aura made the hardness in her hand directly accumulate to 70.00%, coupled with the extremely fast speed... cut off the head Come no surprise.

But... why?

What was the reason that made her go from being unmotivated to killing people neatly?And in an execution-style way.

What was she thinking at that moment?

...the answer is naturally unknown.

Kuroro thought, maybe it would be faster to ask her herself, what if it rains red someday?

After Blanche left the field, she received a lot of awed and fearful eyes.She ran to the bunny girl sister who had just led the way, asked passers-by for a pack of tissues to wipe off her phone, and asked her where the bathroom was.

The bunny girl sister showed her the way with a trembling voice, and out of kindness, she asked her if she had a change of clothes.

However, this dress was snatched from John Hepps's house, and Blanche couldn't help but feel sad. She was just an information dealer wandering in a gray area before, why is her style becoming more and more tough now?

... Who on earth is setting the wrong example in front of teenagers?

The kind-hearted bunny girl sister said: "For example, if you don't mind, I'll go to the gift shop and buy you a T-shirt and shorts. The staff price is very cheap anyway."

So 10 minutes later, Blanche, who washed her head three times and took a shower four times, came out wearing a T-shirt with "ILOVESELLA" printed on her chest.

The long silver curly hair that has just been blown with a hair dryer is very fluffy. From the back view, it looks like a boring big-headed doll tourist.

Then a group of guards surrounded her in a serious manner, each of them seemed to be facing an enemy, and one of them asked her to go back to the cell.

Blanche put on the handcuffs cooperatively and walked away with them. They were not relieved until the cell door was locked.

When night fell and the first batch of patrolling guards left, Blanche pulled hard on the iron door, and the door opened.

When the door was closed in the morning, she used a little trick to put tape on the keyhole, which seemed to be locked, but in fact, it opened with a pull.

She used her skills and used the access card Kuroro gave her to reach the stairs on the first floor leading to the underground without hindrance.

At this point, swiping the access control card again has no effect. I don't know if it is because the card authority in hand is not high enough.When she stood at the door and thought hard whether to destroy the door, her forehead just leaned against the door...

Then the door opened...opened...opened...

Blanche: "..."

She continued to walk down, and the entire basement floor was a dusty warehouse, full of obsolete equipment, protective gear, knives and guns used by gladiators.

The space on the second floor was suddenly narrowed. Apart from the two staff lounges, there was a monitoring room.

The lights in the monitoring room were on, and human voices could be faintly heard inside.

Blanche squatted at the door and listened for 2 minutes, and one person said, "Tsk tsk tsk, these breasts, these legs, my fucking social security!"

Another said: "If you have the ability to release it publicly, don't fucking watch it alone. I want to watch it too!"

"Well, let's take a look at the long night. Wow! This pair/fly is simply amazing!"

Blanche squatted on the spot, confused, what is social security, social security money?What is double/fly again, double/fly like wing-to-wing?What are they looking at? It shouldn't be surveillance, right?

Forget it, just report to Kuroro together at that time, let him use his brain.

At this moment, Blanche suddenly heard noises in the staff lounge, which was just behind her, and her nerves suddenly tensed up.

She dodged into the lounge and was about to investigate, when she suddenly felt a palm wind coming from her side, the speed was not very good, Blanche dodged it with almost no effort, and at the same time opened her mind, with a radius of five meters, Just shrouded.

Taking advantage of the gap between the other party's pause, Blanche threw the black shadow down, and with a little light outside the door, she saw the strange pink hair and androgynous face.The other party struggled hard, and Blanche grabbed his flailing arm and twisted it hard, accidentally touching this male and female creature all over.

Oh, it's a teenager.

Blanche held him down with one hand, and typed with the other: "You should have said you were a boy, so I could be more careful."

The author has something to say: Do I need to be responsible after messing/touching?

x boy: dare not dare...

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