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The listener was about to attack Su Changxing, but he felt resistance coming from under his feet. He looked down and saw that the fat man who had been kicked by him was actually grabbing his leg, and there was slight pain. After a closer look, he was alive.

The rusty knife was stuck in his calf.

Where did this cowardly fat man get the courage? He was motionless when they came in, and now he started to resist.

"Damn fat man, you are just looking for death."

The listener shouted angrily. He originally found a perfect opportunity to attack Su Changxing, but was delayed by this fat man.

Zhou An had a rusty knife hidden in his sleeve. When he was kicked into the corner, he had already cut the rope and struck the hunter at the critical moment.

A crazy smile appeared on his face. When he saw the person in front of him swinging a knife at him, he did not dodge. The strength in his hand became a little stronger, and the dark red blade penetrated into his flesh.

At this moment, it was as if thunder flashed through his mind, piercing the cerebral cortex and hitting the deepest part of his mind.

The moment the listener swung the knife, a figure appeared behind him. It was the short-haired man who had been stabbed with a sword. He was holding a light hand ax.

This is the weapon of leader Wang Jianguo that fell on the ground.

A cowardly fat man and a seriously injured man reached a tacit agreement in silence, using their mortal bodies to fight back against the extraordinary, and using their own anger in desperation, they fought hard.

I would rather die in struggle than live in humility. When a common man is angry, his blood will be splashed five steps away.

The listener showed a mocking smile. Although he did not see it, he knew that the short-haired man who had been stabbed was standing behind him. He was holding a light hand ax and striking at him with a very slow movement.

He kicked Zhou An to the ground, then turned and slashed at the short-haired man behind him. The blood was drawn out in an arc, like a blooming blood-red rose, smearing a heavy layer on the gray silent film.

The human neck is quite tough, so the force of this knife is not particularly strong. When the force of the knife was exhausted, it got stuck in the middle of the neck and cut out diagonally.

The short-haired man had deep and shallow wrinkles on his face, with an expression of surprise that he had not yet reacted to. His expression was frozen on his face. He fell to the ground and leaned against the wall. He lowered his head diagonally and fell into permanent contemplation.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

There were shouts and screams all around, not that intense, but hoarse and exhausted.

"You die!"

Zhou An's eyes were red, he shouted hoarsely, and threw forward with one hand. The rusty knife flew to the side of the listener's neck without knowing when. It was straight, powerful and fast, drawing a red shadow in the dark night.

It's so inconspicuous.

By the time the listener noticed the existence of the knife, it was already too late. He could only try his best to twist his neck, but he still felt a stinging pain in his neck and a strong suffocation.

The power of the knife is extremely powerful. The blade is completely immersed in the listener's neck, piercing the flesh, membrane, meridians, and trachea.

"Young master, I am trash, but I can kill you, haha."

Zhou An felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he completely collapsed on the ground. With a cheerful smile, he vaguely watched the listener cover his neck, stiffen in place, and then staggered to the ground.

Looking at him with complete confusion, he gradually died.

The listener did not understand how the rusty knife penetrated his neck and killed him, nor why such garbage could kill him.

Su Changxing happened to see this scene with his peripheral vision. He did not expect that these two people who seemed to have no fighting ability actually killed the listener for the first time.

He thought this was incredible and recognized the fat man as Zhou An, whom he had met before.

"Did he create a path to becoming extraordinary?"

Su Changxing asked the head.

The head said: "No, it's just a little short of the fire, and it's still short of a finishing touch. If I can get your kind of reinforcement, it will probably be very fast."

The listener was suddenly hit hard and unexpectedly, but his movements were not affected at all, and instead became more airtight.

Now it's basically a one-on-one situation between him and Su Changxing, and there can't be any mistakes. Although his overall strength is stronger than Su Changxing's, Su Changxing's strength is really outrageous, and his palms have become numb after many battles.

The death of the listener greatly reduced Su Changxing's pressure, and he could devote all his energy to dealing with the hunter in front of him. His brain was running at high speed, simulating the movements of this precise person hundreds of times.

Fighting often relies on instinctive reactions. This reaction is often faster than the human brain, but it does not mean that people do not fight with their brains.

Su Changxing has a spirit of up to six or above, which includes reaction, logical ability, calculation ability, simulation ability, etc.

He can presuppose the opponent's possible behavior and simulate the corresponding behavior in his mind to fight.

Su Changxing's time with the knife may not be as long as the opponent's killing time, but at this time, he can fight back and forth with the opponent, and even imitate the opponent's movements to strengthen his own fighting skills.

"Shua~"

Su Changxing's arm was scratched with a not-so-deep scar by the giant axe, and the clothes he had just exchanged were torn again.

Su Changxing glanced at the torn clothes and said seriously: "I just bought it. I'm a little heartbroken. You'd better pay for it."

Precision Man didn't say anything and frowned. Although he hurt Su Changxing, he was not happy at all. The opponent seemed to be full of holes, but his defense was airtight.

He could feel that Su Changxing didn't have any due pressure on him. Instead, he felt some pressure, as if he was being seen through by the other party bit by bit.

There was not much difference in strength between the two sides. In a dark room, in front of more than ten people, they fought for more than ten minutes.

Su Changxing went from being powerless to being able to do it with ease. In the end, he started to suppress the opponent to counterattack. His airtight attack method made the opponent breathless, as if he was the precise one.

"Shua~"

In an instant, Su Changxing turned sideways in advance to avoid the axe, and slashed forward, cutting a wound with visible bones on the opponent's chest, bringing out a lot of flesh and blood.

A smile appeared on his face, which was the key to victory or defeat.

He has already won.

Without pause, the weapons of both sides collided again, and then retreated.

Although the Precision Man was hit hard, his movements were not deformed or slowed down at all. He could perfectly control his body, and he could also attenuate the pain independently and block the pain reaction.

Su Changxing didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe. He dragged the steel knife and rushed forward again. His muscles suddenly straightened, he slashed diagonally, turned sideways, retracted the knife, and then struck again.

The expression on Precision Man's face was distorted, and as he continued to make large movements, a large amount of blood overflowed from the wound on his chest.

Once he bleeds too much, he loses.

But this young man didn't make any mistakes, even small ones. He was more precise than him, airtight and accurate in calculation.

The pain turned into traces of fear in his heart, and his originally cold expression began to show emotional fluctuations. Like a chain reaction, the pain worsened again.

Su Changxing felt the changes in this precise person, and his movements began to deform unexpectedly. He thought it would take a lot of effort to kill him, but now it seems that it won't be necessary.

The silk-like precision has holes, which are getting bigger and bigger, and the defective precision is no longer precise.

The information of "true knowledge" changes.