Thriller Paradise Chapter 393: Awakening

Ping——

The hand of the seven kills was put back in time, and the palm of the hand under the protection of the steel lock glove firmly caught the Hidden Blade.

"The nonsense will stop here..." Seven Killers cast cold gazes in their eyes, as if they were announcing...He was going to be serious.

Shan sighed with strength on her wrist, broke the Hidden Blade by herself, broke free of the opponent's control, and slammed the claw blade back and slashed away.

Bang——

This is the sound of a fist hitting the flesh.

But it sounds more like a moving car hitting a cow.

Xiao Tan's hand has just been raised, and the fist of the seven kills has already hit his chest.

This punch comes first, fast as lightning.

A big mouthful of blood spouted from Wang Tanzhi's mouth, and his figure flew upside down.

At this moment, everyone who watched the game fell silent. They watched the screen with bated breath, reminiscing about the terrifying blow.

The punch of the seven kills is not a skill, he just opened his soul-"the most powerful punch"

The effect of this soul will be simple and straightforward, that is, it allows him to play "the strongest punch he can play with his own ability", which can be regarded as a weakened version of the "extreme efficiency" of the rain for the time being.

Of course, if the effect is weak, the consumption will be less. The mental energy consumption of the seven kills after turning on the "strength fist" state is naturally not as high as the rain.

A gust of evening breeze gently caressed over the wasteland...

Xiao Tan fell to the ground. His survival value was still 36. The broken ribs cut through the viscera, causing him to be given the [bleeding] effect that could not be removed with a bandage.

The blow just now has almost smashed his victory.

At the moment he was hit, Xiao Tan's breath and blood condensed like ice and snow. In his eyes, the time at that moment seemed to stand still... He didn't even feel the pain, he just felt that the scene in his line of sight was stagnant, and then he fluttered back... When he recovered, he fell to the ground. , The pain all over the body, at this moment, came bursts of pain.

Fear... is so familiar, he seems to have experienced it. It was a long time ago...He also fell to the ground like this, watching a tall figure walking towards him helplessly.

The feeling of deja vu, so vague and so clear...

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Ten years ago, S City.

In an alley, four young gangsters in their twenties are beating a junior high school student who is much smaller than them.

In a corner of this dead end, there was another boy in a junior high school uniform curled up. It was a chubby child with freckles on his face. His expression was full of fear and shrinking, even though he knew that the violence in front of him was caused by himself, he did not dare to say a word.

"Cut... I don't seem to have any reaction anymore." said one of the gangsters.

Another person answered, "I'm just a kid in junior high school, so I dare to take care of Lao Tzu's business?"

The boy who was besieged was lying on his side at this time. He was beaten to the ground, but he hadn't fainted completely yet.

When the four saw this, they stopped their punches and kicks, and took out their cigarettes to light them.

"Hey...Fatty." A **** turned his head to the boy in the corner and said, "Do you know him?"

"No...I don't know." The fat man replied timidly.

"Ha!" Hearing this, the man kicked the young man on the ground fiercely, "TMD! You have a brain disease, when you are a hero? Hahaha..."

"Huh..." The companion next to him spit out the smoke, "I have only heard of heroes saving beauty, but never seen heroes saving pigs."

As soon as this statement came out, the four of them burst into laughter.

A few seconds later, one of them spit on the ground, and stepped on the head of the boy on the ground with one foot, "Boy, you are so kind, you really dare to come..." He used his fingers with a cigarette in it. Refers to the fat guy in the corner, "That guy volunteered to be our cash machine, it's up to you!"

It turned out that the boy who was beaten saw the four gangsters blackmailing others and tried to stop them.

"Wait! Wait, I just found out, this kid's shoes are famous brands." One person said, "It's more than a thousand dollars a pair."

"I took a look...Isn't it fake?" The other human said.

"Huh...it doesn't look like it." The humane said, "Look at this kid in a pure white, except for school uniforms..." He paused and sneered, "Maybe it's a rich man. Your son, right?"

"Oh, rich second generation?" Another human said.

"Heh...this young master, you must think you are very noble?" A **** squatted down and grabbed the boy's hair. "The only thing I look down on is a hypocritical dog like you." He got up and walked away. After a few steps, he picked up a rusty iron pipe.

"Hey...Don't make a fuss." Even his comrades were a little panicked. After all, the boy had been beaten into shock, and if he hit him with a hard object, he might have something wrong.

"Hehe... don't worry." The gangster picked up the iron pipe, walked towards the boy, and said with a sneer. I won’t be handsome in the future." As he said, he raised the iron pipe...

Five minutes later...

Feng Bujue, who was wearing the same school uniform as Wang Tanzhi, appeared in the alley. He still said something in his mouth, "Ah... I was left to copy the book again... Xiao Tan should have gone back by himself..."

He was talking righteously, and his gaze inadvertently glanced down the alley. This look almost made Feng Bujue's blood flow back.

He saw... his best friend sighed, holding an iron pipe in his hand and beating an adult on the head.

The adult was lying on his back on the ground, his right leg was twitching and twitching... but he didn't make any sound, maybe... it's no sound anymore.

In the alley, there were three other adults lying down on the ground, each with a **** face. Their limbs all showed very strange bends, obviously all broken...

"Hey! Hey!" Feng Bujue roared as he rushed forward.

Sigh raised her head when she heard the sound, and looked at Brother Jue.

Feng Bujue has not forgotten that scene... it was an expression he had never seen on Wang Tanzhi's face.

The face is calm and gloomy, it seems to see through the world and read the vicissitudes of life, this is not the expression that a teenager should have.

The drops of blood splashing on the cheeks still haven't dried up~IndoMTL.com~ but he didn't care...and he beat the iron tool at the head of an unresistible person again and again without any mercy.

Feng Bujue's eyes were clear. At that time, Wang Tanzhi's pupils...showed a touch of red light...

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"I didn't expect you to be forced to use this trick..." Seven Kills walked towards Xiao sigh, "This is the trump card for the Butterfly War..." He sighed, "It deserves praise. But... I still have to say... In terms of fighting, I don't think I will lose to anyone, so... I'm sorry!"

He sighed at the ground and slapped his fist.

But... this punch was also emptied.

"Huh?" Seven kills were taken aback, "Can you still move..." He raised his head, "Or should I say...have you not given up yet?"

"Hehe..." sneered, weirdly sneered, "Anyone who admits to losing in combat?" Xiao sighs tone changed, becoming extraordinarily arrogant, "It's up to you?" (To be continued. If You like this work, you are welcome to (this site) to subscribe, give a reward, and your support is my biggest motivation.)