mijobooks Chapter 439 This Also Has Competitive Points?
Chapter 439 This Also Has Competitive Points?
After the smoke dissipated, Ye Xinghe's figure gradually emerged.
He leaned against the energy barrier, his black hair covering his face, so that no one could see his expression.
But no one knew, under the black hair, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Just now, Ye Xinghe took the initiative to take a heavy blow.
The original intention was to release water for Guyue and build up self-confidence for the other party, but he never expected that the moment he was hit hard, a prompt message would suddenly pop up in his field of vision.
[Break the sixth level of Destiny, the highest injury (physical) record, and reward 5000 competitive points! 】
When seeing this message, Ye Xinghe suddenly understood, what are the methods that can speed up the accumulation of competitive points!
That's record breaking!
Since there is a "highest injury (physical) record", there should also be a "highest injury (magic) record", "highest damage (physical) record"... all kinds of things.
In this case, it is no longer a competitive problem to get a high "competitive score".
Thinking of this, Ye Xinghe already vaguely knew what he should do next.
Instead of prolonging the fighting time as much as possible and triggering some kind of special bonus option as before.
"Hey, so you are such a little trash?"
"Before my loss, I was frightened by your title of 'Old Immortal of Blood Loss'. I never thought you would be so vulnerable!"
"The feeling of broken ribs all over the body should be uncomfortable, right?"
Guyue smiled and approached Ye Xinghe slowly, looking down at the motionless opponent from a high position.
He is now extremely happy in his heart, thinking that he had the idea of surrender before, he feels extremely humiliated!
If you want to wash away the humiliation, you have to wash it with blood!
And the limp black-haired boy in front of him was his target!
Even if all the bones in his body are broken, I can't let him go!
Gu Yue raised his hand and grabbed Ye Xinghe, his eyes were full of cold killing intent, "Don't worry, I will tear it open for you right away! You won't feel any pain!"
"Don't worry...soon...soon..."
He whispered softly, as gently as a mother coaxing a baby to sleep.
Immediately afterwards, he put his hands as big as a dustpan on Ye Xinghe's waist, one left and one right.
When the audience on the ring saw this scene, most of them changed their expressions immediately!
"Here it is! Guyue is going to show his tearing skills!"
"It's over! The black-haired boy is completely hopeless this time! Being held by Guyue, he is like a little chicken!"
"Isn't this too dramatic? The game just now was just a face-to-face meeting. Is the black-haired boy about to be dismembered?"
"..."
Everyone looked at the scene on the ring in disbelief. Judging from Guyue's actions alone, what followed must be a terrifying scene of the black-haired boy being torn in half!
"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!"
In the auditorium where the demons gather, Xiefeng denied repeatedly in a trance.
How could the person who rescued him from the Iron Blood Society like a demon god descended from the sky at the registration office be defeated by Guyue in one blow?
Although Guyue is powerful, in Xiefeng's eyes, that's all.
From Xie Feng's point of view, Guyue lacked a temperament, that kind of real strong temperament!
The eyes of the strong are indifferent, and a glance can scare people.
At the very least, Gu Yue couldn't do this, even if he had the nickname of "Tearing Maniac".
But the black-haired boy was different, when Jingui begged the black-haired boy for mercy before dying.
Xiefeng once caught sight of the black-haired boy's eyes. Could the indifference to life in those eyes be ordinary people?
The Sixth Order of Destiny, who was born in the Jagged Society, is like an ant in his eyes!
Xiefeng couldn't believe the scene in front of him. The black-haired boss he believed in was being held in the hands of that guy, Guyue!
It must be an illusion!
The demon practitioners behind him were completely silent, not as energetic as they were shouting slogans just now.
Disappointment was visible on all faces, visible to the naked eye.
However, this is also normal.
For any group of fans, seeing their "idol" fall off the altar with their own eyes, they will have the same reaction, and some people who can't accept it may even faint from crying.
They can still remain calm now, which is considered psychologically strong.
In the arena.
On a whim, Gu Yue exhaled lightly, blowing away the hair on Ye Xinghe's face, revealing a calm face covered by black hair.
When Guyue saw this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Or, you know that you will die next, so you forget even your fear and fear?"
Facing Guyue's question, Ye Xinghe still looked at him calmly, his eyes calm.
Guyue felt a little terrified when he was seen, and couldn't help but angrily said: "Damn it! Did you get beaten into a fool? Don't talk anymore! You don't even have a chance to leave a last word!"
He has never met such a weird opponent!
At this time, Ye Xinghe said: "It is said in the ring that you are a tearing maniac? Is it true?"
Gu Yue was startled when he heard the words, he didn't understand that his opponent would have such a question before he died.
But he still complacently explained, "Of course! I can't even count the number of people I've torn in half!"
Guyue's dull eyes seemed to be lost in memory, and a perverted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You know, to practice this trick, I first practiced it with ordinary children, then with ordinary adults, and finally with professionals... ..."
"As a last resort, I escaped from the righteous way, entered the chaotic city, and joined the evil way!"
"By the way, I forgot to tell you, what I like to hear the most is the sound of tearing people!"
"Haha!" Gu Yue looked at the black-haired boy in his hand who was still silent, and he laughed, "Why don't you talk?"
"Are you scared stupid?"
"That's right, a person with a false name like you has never seen a real ruthless person!"
"However, this time you are lucky, you can not only see it with your own eyes, but also experience it yourself!"
After all, Gu Yue looked at Ye Xinghe with a smirk, held it high in the air, and gradually increased the strength of his hand, preparing to tear the black-haired boy in half in one breath!
"Huh, I heard that you are a villain, so I don't have to worry about it."
"After all, what I like to kill the most is scum."
Ye Xinghe let out a breath.
At this moment, he seemed to let go of some kind of psychological burden.
Guyue was stunned, feeling that the black-haired boy's words were a bit inexplicable, and asked with a frown, "What crazy things are you talking about?"
Ye Xinghe said, "I mean, if you are killed by me, I won't have any psychological burden."
With a serious face, he explained slowly.
"Hehe!" Gu Yue laughed angrily, "I think you are really crazy! I don't know your current situation!"
He didn't want to say another word to the lunatic in his hand, this kind of person who couldn't cry before death really bored him.
But gradually, Guyue's face suddenly became ugly.
He has exerted all his strength, but why is the black-haired boy in his hand still not in half?