Chapter 741 Brutal! Witch

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A slap in the face, this is a naked slap in the face.

Regardless of good and evil, the Satan Apostle is a famous hero in North America, and he also controls the Satanism with tens of thousands of fanatical followers. Even Super Shield can only turn a blind eye to him, as long as he does It's not too much, so let him go.

It can be predicted that it is certain that he will be promoted to S-level in the future, and it is very likely that he will even grow into S+-level and become a super hero who dominates his side.

However, not only had he been slapped in the face by Wang Yan and beaten to death, but before the incident was over, Wu Ya'ange, the person involved, jumped out and slapped him again. She is not of noble birth like a saint. No matter how angry she is, she will still speak with some mercy.

In fact, Wu Ya'ange's curse words were more vicious and unpalatable than Wang Yan's.

In an instant, the Satan apostle's face became swollen and red, his whole body was trembling, his chest felt tight, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. If he hadn't still had some scruples in his heart, he might have jumped on stage long ago and taught Wu Ya'ange a lesson.

Hahaha~

There was a burst of jeers in the stands, and countless whispers of discussion.

"The Satanic Apostle is so arrogant. Who does he think he is?"

"As expected, he is a stupid idiot, and he stretched out his face to hit someone."

"Does he think the whole world is his Satanism? Even if he farts, do others have to hold him up and respect him?"

The Satan Apostle is extremely powerful. With his ears straightened, he can hear clearly even a mosquito flying dozens of meters away. The countless comments sounded like thunder in his ears.

No matter how strong he is, he can't fight against the whole world. He can't kill them one by one, right? If he really dares, those S-class experts on the stage will teach him how to behave in a minute.

If he thought about it carefully, he himself felt stupid. Why would he provoke the Son of Fire? In his life, he has never been so aggrieved.

The more the Satan Apostle thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved, and a mouthful of old blood immediately spurted out.

In this scene, not only did no one sympathize with him.

The jeers and discussions in the stands became even more lively.

"Haha, is he trying to gain sympathy? He obviously gave it to his face to be beaten. Is he spurting blood?"

"I look at him. He has never suffered a loss. He thinks that the whole world has to give in to him."

"What a stupid guy, actually quarreling with the Son of Fire. Didn't you see that everyone who quarreled with him in the preliminaries was so angry?"

"No matter what, the feud has been settled, and the next game will probably be even more brutal."

Super League President Emmons is also extremely depressed. How can a good youth conference be so troubled? Immediately, he shouted angrily: "Okay, shut up. I don't care what grudges you have, in short, be honest during the Youth Conference. After that, you can play whatever you want." "

"Haha." The Satan Apostle wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at Wang Yan with a gloomy gaze, and said in a cold voice, "Emmons is right, we will still have a long time to come. Son of Flame, After the Youth Conference, I will make you regret living in this world.”

"Both each other." Wang Yan said calmly, "Actually, I also want to know if you have the ability to make me regret it."

"snort!"

The Satan Apostle knew that the Son of Fire was a sharp talker, and if he continued to fight, he would only be humiliating himself. I returned to my seat, held my breath and meditated. But judging from his uncertain expression, it was obvious that his heart still couldn't calm down for a long time.

Right now.

A sound like a monster's scream sounded from the ring, a bang, a bang, a few heavy objects hitting the ground, which attracted everyone's attention.

The dark sky that enveloped the entire arena gradually dispersed.

Only then did everyone see clearly the situation on the ring. The huge red-headed centipede had been chopped into seven or eight sections, and fell to the ground like a scattered train.

The giant snake that was more than ten meters long was even more miserable. Its head was cut open by a sharp blade, and it was divided into two parts seven inches along the skull.

The floor of the bluestone arena was shattered by the struggle between the two giants before their death. There were holes and gravel everywhere, and the arena was covered with blood. As for those terrifying blood Gu, they fell to the ground in dense numbers, and not even half of them could survive.

What was even more tragic was Kazan himself. He was kneeling on the ground. No, to be precise, the area below his knees was gone, and his two calves were thrown dozens of meters away.

Wu Ya'ange, on the other hand, was walking in the empty air, her clothes intact, except for a faint bloodstain on her neck. Unfortunately, that scar was not even a minor injury.

A few inches outside her pineal body, there was a huge eye floating in the sky, emitting bursts of mysterious fluctuations. Obviously, this is the sacred material that Wang Yan gave her before - "Dream Eyes". It can not only assist in practicing the dark law, but also has miraculous effects in combat.

"Hiss~"

There were gasps of air-conditioning everywhere in the stands, although many people estimated that Wu Ya'ange would have some advantages. But I never expected that it would be such a complete victory.

Moreover, the Night Witch is indeed a Night Witch. She is truly full of demonic nature. Her attacks were so cruel that she cut off both legs of the head-lowering master Kazan. That miserable scene is really chilling.

"Cutting off your legs is a small revenge for you." Wu Ya'ange sneered devilishly, "If you are not convinced, you can come back to me, but you won't be so lucky by then. "

Emmons, the president of the Super League, looked cold. This girl did it on purpose. She asked if she could kill people before, so she was definitely not joking. If she could kill, she must have taken Kazan's life.

But even so, cutting off two legs of a person is really cruel. It seems that Kazan is probably half disabled. With the Night Witch's personality, she would definitely not give him a chance to get those legs back.

For a time, Wu Ya'ange's ferocious and awe-inspiring image was deeply imprinted in people's minds. She glanced at the host Sean coldly.

The host Sean was agitated, dripping with cold sweat, and hurriedly began to announce: "In this competition, Wu Ya'ange..."

"etc!"

A hoarse voice sounded, interrupting Sean's announcement of the winner.

I saw Kazan, the head-down master who was kneeling on the ground, with blood spurting from the corner of his mouth, and said with a ferocious smile: "I haven't fallen down yet, you don't need to count the seconds, and I haven't admitted defeat. Why do you declare that I lose?" ?”

"What!?"

This guy still refuses to admit defeat?

Sean's face changed, and he had to admit that what this guy said made sense. He couldn't privately conclude that he had lost based on the battle situation, and said helplessly: "Player Kazan, are you sure you still want to fight?"

"Jie Jie Jie~~~ Of course we have to fight." Amidst a series of weird laughter like a night owl, Kazan laughed wildly, "Wu Ya'ange, I admit that you are very strong. If you don't want to cut my legs to get close to me, I won't do it at all. I can't help you. It's a pity that you wanted to take revenge on your little boy, so you rushed up and cut my legs. Jiejiejie, I got a drop of your blood."

As he spoke, he slowly raised a long and narrow sacrificial blade. Sure enough, there was a trace of bright red blood on it, which was obtained by cutting Wu Ya'ange's neck.

What! ?

Some people in the stands who knew how to lower their heads changed their expressions: "Could it be that he still wants to use it...?"

"That's right!"

At some point, Kazan had a doll on his left hand. The doll looked slightly similar to Wu Yaange, and he had obviously prepared it before the war.

Curse of the Doll!

This is Kazan's ultimate move. In the previous competition with Swamp Monster, Kazan used this move to win the ticket to the top 32.

This move is very powerful and weird, making it hard to guard against. However, this move has great limitations. Every time it is used, Kazan will lose a lot of lifespan.

Unless necessary, the head-dropping master will never use this technique of injuring the enemy a thousand times and injuring himself eight hundred times.

He danced with his hands, and under a series of strange and unpredictable spells, the blood on his dagger magically dripped into the doll.

"Humph, I don't believe the devil's lies." Wu Ya'ange's delicate body swayed and turned into a wisp of black smoke, heading towards Kazanbiao like a ghost or a god.

"Hiss!"

A silver needle pierced the doll's left leg.

"Wow!"

Wu Ya'ange's ghostly movement was immediately interrupted, and she seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and froze in mid-air.

"Hiss!"

Three more needles in succession.

Each needle pricked the doll's limbs.

Wu Ya'ange only felt that her legs and arms were completely unable to move. The whole person was suspended in the air, unable to move even half an inch. And now, she was only more than two meters away from Kazan.

But just two meters away, it seemed to form an insurmountable chasm.

"this……"

There was an uproar in the stands. Although I had seen Kazan's move before, I still felt it was magical and unbelievable when I saw it again.

not good!

Wang Yan's face was also a little gloomy. Unexpectedly, Sister An Ge was careless in the end.

Kazan Jiejie's strange laughter resounded throughout the competition. He picked up a silver needle and laughed ferociously: "Wu Ya'ange, as long as I pierce this needle into your heart, you will die."

As he spoke, he moved the silver needle toward the doll's chest little by little.

"Night Witch, surrender." Many people in the stands who cared about Wu Ya'ange began to shout loudly.

"Surrender, that lunatic will really kill you, and he won't be able to participate in the next game anyway."

"An Ge, stop fighting." Nan Lian shouted sharply.

"Hmph, you despicable head-turning master." The two saints also shouted angrily.

Wang Yan directly cast out an afterimage and rushed towards the ring with overlapping flames. He knew Sister An Ge... she would not surrender.

"Wu Ya'ange!" Kazan kept laughing ferociously, "I curse you, go to hell with me." As he said that, the silver needle quickly inserted into the doll's heart.

No! ?

Some timid ones have already started to cover their eyes.

"Kazan, how dare you!" Wang Yan shouted loudly, spread his wings, and tore apart the space.

At this critical moment.

Wu Ya'ange smiled coldly: "Idiot, you forgot one thing."

"What!?"

Kazan's pupils shrank.

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