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Luo Jun stared at Wu Ling calmly, with a hint of surprise on his face. He probably didn't expect that the young man in front of him, whom he had always regarded as his prey, had the strength to compete with him, a master of Muay Thai.

"Boy, I was indeed mistaken. Your own value is much higher than your body. Why don't you just mess with me?"

At this time, the greed in Luo Jun's eyes was slowly dissipating, just like what he said. Wu Ling's own strength is much higher than his body value. Although Wu Ling has to be let go, it does not mean that he is not greedy.

, but just greedy for more.

"Boy, if someone is talking to you, it's rude for you to remain silent!" Seeing that Wu Ling didn't answer, Luo Jun's face looked quite impatient.

After waiting for another two or three minutes, Luo Jun became even more impatient: "Boy, can't you understand what people are saying? Hurry up and reply!" There was still no answer, Luo Jun stared at Wu Ling: "Forget it, although it will be a little bit worse

, but I can definitely sell your body for a sky-high price! Boy, if you want to die, don’t blame me!"

"Right..."

Just when Luo Jun wanted to continue taking action, Wu Ling's voice suddenly rang out.

"What?"

Luo Jun thought Wu Ling had figured something out, so he retracted his attack stance and asked. He was indeed a little tempted. With Wu Ling's current combat power, if he cooperated with him, his power would not be stuck in Magnolia City.

, several surrounding urban areas, and even the entire Anhui Province, he has a fighting force.

It seemed that he did not hear Luo Jun's voice. Wu Ling continued to lower his head and stared at the dagger in his hand quietly. Only the sound of extremely heavy breathing could be heard. Large drops of sweat flowed down his temples.

, and then dripped from the chin.

"Huh!" A breeze blew by, and there was a rustling of branches in the forest. The orange-red sunlight was cut into thin pieces by the leaves and sprinkled on the two of them.

"Tsk!" Wu Ling suddenly rushed forward first. The dagger in his hand cut through the air with a little blood and stabbed the man's chest fiercely.

The latter took a small step back, exerted force from his waist, and his right leg suddenly turned into a gray shadow and whipped towards the side of Wu Ling's body. Luo Jun attacked Wu Ling with the anger of being fooled: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

"That's right!! That's it!!!" Wu Ling blocked one of Luo Jun's side whip kicks and suddenly said.

He raised his head, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable excitement. There was also a trace of confusion hidden deep in it.

Luo Jun's complexion changed slightly, and his attacks became faster. His nerves, which had always been on the edge of danger, gave him an inexplicable crisis.

"That's right!! This feeling!!" Wu Ling murmured in a low voice, steadily blocking every attack of Luo Jun. The sunlight fell in his eyes, reflecting fine golden red.

The sense of crisis in Luo Jun's heart became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, after an elbow strike was firmly blocked by Wu Ling, the half-grown boy suddenly chuckled nervously.

The laughter grows from small to loud.

"That's it! That's it!!! Hahahahaha!" Wu Ling laughed crazily. The dagger in his hand made a trail of tracks, actually turning his defense into an attack.

Although the Chinese and Romanian troops still had the upper hand one after another, a chill could not help but rise in their hearts.

Some people will be afraid when faced with a crisis, some people will fight back desperately when faced with a crisis, and some people will bluff loudly or bow their heads and beg for mercy.

But, no one, no one!! will be like this boy in front of me!!

crazy!!

vicious!!!

The unscrupulous, violent storm-like attacks came one after another, as if facing a toppling behemoth, heavy and unable to escape. The fear of being completely torn apart a little slower crept up on Fang Xiaobin.

heart.

Sweat slowly flowed down his face. Looking at the young man in front of him with blood splattered and smiling, Luo Jun clearly felt a trace of fear gradually arise in his heart, which he had never been afraid of before.

"You're crazy!!" Luo Jun's deep voice revealed a hint of panic.

Caressed by the gentle breeze, Wu Ling suddenly put away his knife and retreated, standing quietly in the wind. Pieces of pine needles floated down, streaking through his hair like raindrops.

His eyes were as bright as the waves in the lake.

The dagger in his hand spun in his hand, making a whistling sound.

"Pa!" The dagger stopped instantly, being held tightly and pointing diagonally towards the ground.

"If these are your last words." Wu Ling raised the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed a trace of relief and awareness.

"Then you can go die."

The withered yellow leaves falling in the wind slanted past the two of them like raindrops.

Wu Ling chuckled lightly, bowed slightly, and suddenly rushed forward. The dagger in his hand turned into a black line and slashed towards Luo Jun.

Luo Jun's eyes were solemn, his body turned sideways, and with a twist of his feet, he immediately turned behind Wu Ling, but the former could not turn back temporarily due to excessive force. Luo Jun's eyes suddenly showed a hint of joy, and he hit Wu Ling hard with his elbow.

Zero hindrance.

"Die..."

"Tsk..." The dagger turned around at some point and faintly passed through Luo Jun's throat.

The orange-red sunlight stayed on Wu Ling. This thin young man was bathed in the dazzling light, and his face could not be seen clearly. There was only a ferocious and crazy smile on the corner of his mouth. The black dagger in his hand was slowly dripping blood, as if he was pointing toward

The world proclaims his sharpness, his mission, to kill.

Luo Jun fell to his knees with a plop, covering his neck with both hands. There was a huge wound of more than ten centimeters, and a hissing sound of air flow came from the wound. This was the result of the cut of the trachea.

Characteristics. A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, instantly dyeing his whole body red. His eyes showed extreme surprise. It was as if he didn't understand why he had the upper hand one moment, and then fell instantly to the bottom the next.

For the defeated.

"Huh..." Seeing Luo Jun close his eyes completely, Wu Ling relaxed. His legs went weak and he fell directly onto the cold ground. Only he could understand the danger of the battle just now. If he hadn't already strengthened his two

With this body, if he hadn't comprehended the sword art at the last moment, it's really not certain who died in this battle.

Luo Jun's strength was beyond Wu Ling's expectation. Although he had never seen other skills, he also knew very well that with Luo Jun's skills, he was definitely one of the best even among an army of strong men.

.The senior brother I saw in the martial arts school last time, if he really faced Luo Jun, he would be defeated in at most three moves. As for whether he would be killed, it depends on Luo Jun's mood.

Such a strong man does not hang out on a higher stage, but stays in this small place, which makes Wu Ling a little speechless. Although Yulan City is a prefecture-level city, its city foundation is very poor, and it is not a top-ranked city among the second tier cities.

, let alone those first-tier international cities.

It’s okay not to hang around outside, but he didn’t expect to be bumped into by him, which led to this life-and-death battle. Thinking of this, Wu Ling looked at the dagger still tightly held in his hand, and at the last moment he understood a little bit

Sword tactics, otherwise, victory or defeat will be difficult to say.

It is indeed a domineering sword technique. No matter every move or move, it carries a courageous momentum, regardless of life and death. If you still have the fear of life and death in your heart, you will not be able to exert the true power of the sword technique.

At the beginning, Wu Ling had been passively suppressing and fighting. He only thought about how to save his life. Even if he had a dagger in his hand, it was just for simple stabbing and defense. It was not used to attack at all. The purpose of the sword technique is

For the sake of attack, the true power is not exerted at all.

Later, after Wu Ling got used to Luo Jun's attacking rhythm, he had a chance to counterattack, and the power of the sword technique was really impressive. He killed Luo Jun directly with one move. At this time, he had a chance to fight back with the sword technique or his own sword technique.

I have absolute confidence in my strength.

After resting for a while, Wu Ling put the dagger back in his pocket. Wu Ling put the schoolbag hanging on the branch on his back again and was about to leave the grove. Maybe there will be trouble in the future, but in a short time, the little gangster's problem will be solved.

Already resolved.

'Looks like we have to trouble that Qian Shao Shao again.' Rich second generation people like Qian Shao Shao are typically afraid of chaos in the world. Most people may avoid things like murder, but if it's Qian Shao Shao,

Then Wu Ling believes that the other party will definitely come to visit the site.

And with the power of the Qian family and a small gangster, Wu Ling believes that he can still put pressure on him. As for what he has to pay in the end, we will tell when.

Just after taking two steps, Wu Ling looked back for the last time at Luo Jun, who was still kneeling on the ground. This was his first battle and his first time killing someone. Deep in his heart, a vague sense of superiority quietly emerged, as if

From then on, anyone he looked at would have a condescending look. In his heart, people had quietly turned into burning torches. Wu Ling had the illusion that as long as he wanted to, he could do it anytime, anywhere.

Extinguishing the flame of life for anyone is a subtle illusion that divides oneself and ordinary people into two species.

Lowering his head and looking at his still white hands, a feeling of controlling his own destiny emerged spontaneously.

"Little guy, how does it feel when you kill someone for the first time?"

Wu Ling turned around suddenly, and a slovenly middle-aged man with a cigarette in his hand walked out from behind the big tree. But the strange thing was that the cigarette in his hand was not lit, but there was smoke on the butt.

Smoke, and there is no smell of smoke.

"Who are you?" Wu Ling narrowed his eyes. The fighting spirit that had not been completely extinguished was once again ignited, and a dangerous aura came out of his body.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "They say don't leave the battle to children to learn, but that stupid bear just doesn't listen. Look what he has turned a gentle little guy into!"

"You know the outcome of the battle!" Wu Ling was shocked.

"What don't you know? But little guy, you really exceeded my expectations. In just two days, you were able to trigger the battle and start practicing. Your talent is definitely beyond my estimation.

Come on!" The slovenly middle-aged man said nonchalantly while taking a puff of cigarette.

"Who are you!" While asking, he drew out the dagger, instantly fit it and rushed forward. If possible, he wanted to leave the middle-aged man here directly. In addition to the fighting spirit that had not subsided just after the battle, it was also because of this that he appeared

The middle-aged man knows too much and feels great danger.

"Tsk, tsk, I shouldn't let your little guy practice those kinds of battles. Look at his hot temper. Do you know how to respect the old and love the young?"

Seeing Wu Ling rushing towards him, the middle-aged man sighed for a moment, then casually pointed his right hand in Wu Ling's direction. Wu Ling seemed to suddenly feel that the air around him had turned into mud, and he was firmly restrained in his original position.

He could no longer do even small things like blinking his eyes. And his body kept strangely flying and stopped firmly in the air.