Fading God Card

"Here it comes! Black Fist Ah Guang rushed over!"

"His current attack and shield should be over 10,000, right? This is a good show!"

"Hahaha, everyone, spread out, otherwise it will be disgusting if the meat sauce is spilled on it later!"

The onlookers were shocked, waiting for Jiang Wenming to be blown up.

Jiang Wenming moved his ears, glanced at those crazy people, and finally stopped standing still.

He stretched out his palm and waved it forward, and a skeleton appeared beside Hudi.

It's just that the skeleton didn't stand in front of him, but leaned behind him, making Jiang Wenming look like a bodyguard instead.

"Rotten skeleton?"

The corner of Black Fist Ah Guang's mouth twitched.

This kind of mentally retarded undead has the characteristic of retaliation, and it is indeed very disgusting to the high-attack self, but its retaliation coefficient is not high, let alone it is behind Jiang Wenming.

As long as I hit the body, I'm completely fine, it's just anti-injury, I have stacked tens of thousands of shields, can it still anti-kill me?

Thinking of this, Ah Guang's eyes flashed fiercely:

"Boy, I blame you for being too naive. You can't get into the dark duel business! Go down and reflect on it! Black Bang Fist!"

With a bang, Black Fist Ah Guang's fist made a sonic boom, and it hit Jiang Wenming's head straight.

This guy didn't hold back at all, he just wanted Jiang Wenming to die!

However, Jiang Wenming watched the iron fist coming at him without dodging, only a weak sigh came from behind the silver mask:

"I was afraid that your shield wasn't thick enough, so I accidentally killed you. Since you did it yourself, then don't blame me."

"You Mapi for committing crimes! Die!"

I don't know how many people died in the hands of the black fist Ah Guang. How could he be scared away by Jiang Wenming's words, and the iron fist in his hand did not weaken, but the speed was even faster under the blessing of the black light.

With a bang, the face of the fist slammed on Jiang Wenming's mask, knocking him back two or three steps.

"good!"

A person yelled subconsciously, and immediately realized something was wrong.

Um?

Only two or three steps?

Shouldn't the watermelon explode and be covered with red pulp?

Why is it different from what you imagined before?

Seeing Jiang Wenming still standing in front of him, Heiquan Aguang couldn't help feeling a little puzzled, and then his expression changed.

A huge number burst out above his head, and before everyone could count how many there were, his head was like a balloon filled with red paint stretched to its limit, and burst with a bang.

Seeing the headless body of Hei Quan Ah Guang falling limply, the originally quiet onlookers immediately gasped.

hiss!

Fight back!

Even the black fist, whose attack and shield stacked to a perverted level, was instantly killed. You must know that even the strongest dark duelist would not dare to resist his punch head-on!

"Who is this person? So strong!"

"The one who jumped on the street just now slapped him in the face, right? Why did you die?"

"Woohoo, so exciting! Is this a dark duel?! It's too exciting, too tender!"

"Hahaha! Although the result was unexpected, the hot field started to explode. It is worthy of the dark duel supported by Deacon Mo. It is a big deal! Today's ticket is worth it!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Hurry up and start the next move. I feel the blood in my whole body is boiling. It's been a long time since I felt this good!"

"Hurry up! I'm going to bet!"

Seeing that after the initial surprise, all those people immediately turned red and shouted excitedly, Jiang Wenming behind the mask frowned.

These people didn't even have the slightest pity or intolerance for the black fist Ah Guang who died on the ground, as if he was just a dead wild dog.

There were only five or six workers in transparent raincoats who calmly collected Ah Guang's scattered corpses into a woven bag.

On the other side, there were even people with a small shovel to remove the blood and dirt that could not be cleaned up, and dug a shallow pit nearby and buried it.

Jiang Wenming could see clearly that there was even a small half of Ah Guang's brain and an eyeball inside!

If Ah Guang knew what he would look like after death, I don't know if he would regret it.

Shaking his head, Jiang Wenming looked at Mo Le, but Mo Le didn't look at him, but waved his hand. A strong old man walked into the center of the venue and said in a loud voice:

"Hi everyone, I am Fan Yan, the commentator of this dark duel. First of all, I would like to thank Deacon Mo for his strong support. Secondly, I welcome Mrs. Di and Mr. Yan to participate. I wish everyone a satisfactory result this time."

"Haha, since it's a competition, how can everyone be satisfied?! Boss Fan, why don't you tell everyone what happened just now?"

Fan Yan nodded, pointed to Jiang Wenming and said calmly:

"Although it's just a warm-up, it's still very rare for a duelist to be defeated at the very beginning. Everyone must be wondering why the black boxer Ah Guang, who was already worth 80,000 yuan in the duel just now, beat himself to death with one punch?"

"Say it quickly, don't keep it up!"

"Haha, I'm used to it." Fan Yan said haha, and said in a serious voice.

"Actually, the reason is very simple. Heiquan Ah Guang was killed by the wounded!"

"His attack power is very high. As long as the anti-injury coefficient is above 1.0, no matter how high his attack is, he will hammer himself to death. The higher the attack, the worse his death will be!"

"According to my judgment, this...cough, since he is wearing a silver mask and is using his head to block attacks from others, let's call him Silver Horn for now!"

"Yinjiao should have some kind of damage transfer ability, transferring the damage to the decayed skeleton behind him. By the way, this is no longer a decayed skeleton, but a five-star bone king. You rarely see undead, but I dare say it The anti-injury coefficient definitely exceeds 1.0!"

"If you encounter it in the future, don't make yourself stupid like Black Fist Ah Guang!"

Watching the old man analyze his abilities, Jiang Wenming was stunned.

This dark duel also has a commentary?

But thinking that this dark duel is just a bloody game for those sick and rich people, since it is a game, it is just entertainment.

With a commentary, help them analyze what they don't understand, and save their few brain cells, it seems that there is no problem.

But he was a little upset for nothing.

He even gave himself a nickname, what is Yinjiao?

Don't these people know that there is another CP named Jinjiao?

Pooh!

It's a good thing I didn't hold a small flagpole, otherwise it wouldn't be called a small drill wind?

But the qi returned to the qi, Jiang Wenming didn't intend to have an attack at this time.

In fact, he didn't want to kill Black Fist Ah Guang at first, but if the opponent didn't stack such a high attack, or the shot was not aimed at Jiang Wenming's vitals, if he wanted to kill him, he would definitely not be caught in seconds.

It's a pity that there is no if in the real dark duel.

Only the winner lives and the loser dies!

And the winner not only saved his life, but also...

Looking at the extra second substitute card in his hand, Jiang Wenming licked his lips.