I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 99 Violence (I wish everyone all the best in the New Year)

Unreasonable anger burned Zhang Xing's heart, leaving him unable to say more than a word.

He lost the prize he wanted to draw and also lost a friend he had just met.

And he knew very well that none of this should have happened - but Yunek knew this better.

So Zhang Xing could only choose to accept it.

Since you have regarded the other person as a friend, you must always respect your friend's choice.

And now that he has performed the opening ceremony well, let him bring the finale to a perfect conclusion.

Looking at Zhang Xing standing in front of Yunek's body, the indescribable sense of danger was constantly pricking Satir's nerves, asking him to do something quickly.

This man's rich killing experience told him that another killing was going to happen next. The performers and props have not yet been determined.

Although it only took a few breaths for the fatal wound to heal, the hand holding the ribs did not let go - before the situation is understood, making the enemy think that one is very weak is a simple and easy-to-use technique. .

Especially in this place, where everyone is suppressed, it is too easy to use the wounds on your body to make people relax and careless.

After all, they are all real. Although the waste did not produce much, at any rate, every attack carried out murderous intent.

At this time, Satir even regretted that he shouldn't have let the wound on his hand heal so quickly. At this time, he could only hope that the guy opposite... was actually a handsome guy?

I can only hope that the handsome guy across from me won't notice.

Compared with other awakened ones, those who focus on the ability of destruction, the Satyr who awakened from the joyful killing has a unique understanding and use of life.

The fear he created was purely due to his nature as a person, and the fact that he was able to survive until now after doing those things was the result of his awakening ability.

Satyr has not been to the Port of Eris many times, but he has some understanding of the suppression of this place. So he knew very well that any intuitive destruction would be the most severely suppressed here, but it would be much easier for someone like him.

"Who are you!"

Satir didn't intend to get the answer, but he still asked the question that had no answer before.

People who have the upper hand will always be subconsciously slow when faced with questions.

In this scene, the dead person definitely has no advantage, and he who is holding his ribs and looking seriously injured certainly doesn't have any advantage either.

The only one with an advantage is naturally the one who just came in.

So when faced with this problem, Zhang Xing would definitely hesitate whether he planned to give his real name or a pseudonym.

Speaking of being very angry, then go to the underworld to find this trash to vent your anger!

Seeing Zhang Xing standing there looking at Yunek's body, he looked like he was in a daze. The ferocious smile on Satir's face could no longer be suppressed, and he pounced directly on him.

The force that erupted was so great that it even caused some cracks to appear on the ground.

Maybe not only the ground, but his legs may have been injured more seriously.

But it doesn't matter, this man has long been accustomed to such battles.

No matter how seriously injured he will be in the battle, as long as he is not the one who dies in the end, those injuries are nothing!

Close, close enough!

As long as I catch him and drag him into a fight, no one can beat me here!

Satir was very confident, so confident that he actually had the lingering desire to appreciate Zhang Xing's face - 'Damn, it's really pretty, but it's a pity...'

What a fart!

At this point, why do we still need to worry about who is on the other side?

Let’s finish the killing first!

If your hands and feet are quick enough, you can still do it while it's hot.

It’s fine even if it’s cold!

No matter what shape it is, the god-given beauty, the indescribable temperament, and the faint sadness make Satyr really happy. Especially such a person, he will be held in his arms and crushed to death bit by bit.

‘It’s really hard to stop talking! ! ’ ˆ ˆ Raising his head, Zhang Xing looked at Satir, who was laughing wildly and rushing towards him.

During this period of hesitation that this person thought was caused by questioning, the distance between him and himself was already very dangerous.

"It's very dangerous for you -"

The huge body froze in mid-air, and as Satir kept pulling in terror, the hand pressing on his face was as if it were made of iron, motionless.

How, how is it possible!

How could such power appear in such a body? !

All battles in the Port of Eris are limited to a certain extent, or in other words, the power of the extraordinary needs to give way to real training in this place.

Satir couldn't believe how he, with such a huge body, could be suppressed by a kid.

With a thud, the majestic body fell to his knees.

The severe pain on his cheek made him unable to resist and had no choice but to surrender.

"You put it to me -"

Click, click, click!

The dull cracking sound was insignificant under the separation of flesh and skin.

The broken facial bones suppressed Satir's roar, and even his screams could not escape Zhang Xing's hand on his face, and could only echo in the narrow mouth.

Of course, the kneeling man immediately had no oral explanation.

The hands that were two circles thicker than Zhang Xing kept pulling on his arms, trying to untie the restraints, but they couldn't even make Zhang Xing tremble a little.

The palm that was gradually pressing down began to sink slightly on the face that was obviously a bit big.

The spilled blood stained the broken skull with a pierced face, and even stained Zhang Xing's hands with blood.

"Have you tried this before?"

A force that cannot break away, cannot resist, and cannot escape is exerted on Satyr.

He couldn't answer, he couldn't even wail.

The hands that grabbed Zhang Xing's wrists burst out with desperate violence, but they could only make Zhang Xing's hands sink deeper into his face.

It was as if he was inviting the person in front of him to leave a mark for himself.

He should indeed be given a mark. As a person who is good at killing, facing Zhang Xing who invented a brand new way to die, it would be unreasonable not to give him a signature.

"I can see that your resilience is unusual, and it can be very effective in this place." Zhang Xing smiled, a smile that no one could see: "Compared to those people you killed, you are actually It's more suitable as an exhibit on that stage, isn't it? Then let's take a guess..."

Guess how Satyr will die now, whether he will be whole when he dies, and the prize will be everything he can experience!

Ahhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !

The silent wailing echoed in Satyr's heart, causing the place to roar with an unstoppable wave. The tide called fear was washing away everything in this man's mind, making his body begin to tremble uncontrollably.

He couldn't even tell whether the trembling was due to pain or the fear of facing death.

The giant palm holding Zhang Xing's wrist repeatedly tightened and relaxed. Satir was still trying to resist, but the irresistible power from Zhang Xing made everything Satyr did seem like a joke.

"It seems there isn't much difference between you two..."

Yunek felt like a joke, so he chose to die like one.

Satyr may not think he's a joke - but Zhang Xing can make him die like one!

(End of this chapter)