It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

Walking onto the ring, a burly young man wearing a uniform of China Wuhan University was already waiting on top.

Seeing Chu Xuan's arrival, the young man grinned and said expectantly.

"You must be Chu Xuan, the descendant of the Gun King.

Yesterday I heard that you inherited your ancestor's marksmanship. I want to see if the mighty marksman can break my defense! "

"You too?"

Chu Xuan's face darkened.

So many simulations have given him a weird personality that is domineering, violent and calm.

Usually, I don’t show it too much in reality. First, the cost of making mistakes is higher in the real world, so I need to be more cautious.

The second reason is because there is no need to waste too much energy on small things.

But when he was provoked, it was another story.

As the saying goes: "The eagle stands as if sleeping, and the tiger moves as if it is sick."

And this is exactly how these beasts bite people.

Feeling Chu Xuan’s contempt.

The expression of the young man from Huaxia Martial Arts University became a little ugly.

To be able to defeat all competitors in the country's strongest physical education university, he has absolute confidence in his defense.

Even a warrior with a fighting strength of 15,000 would have to pay a high price if he wanted to break through his defense.

He snorted coldly, before he could continue to say harsh words.

The referee began to repeat the rules of the game.

As the last number of the countdown falls.

The young man roared angrily, and a faint golden light emitted from the surface of his skin.

The body becomes bigger and bigger.

It is the performance of Xiaocheng's success in horizontal training of Kung Fu.

However, the expected stormy attack did not come.

Chu Xuan stood there, his eyes calm again.

But it seemed like something extremely violent was about to emerge.

There is no emotion in the voice.

"are you ready?

Do I need to give you a little more time to brew? "

"asshole!"

Faced with such indifference.

The young man couldn't bear it anymore.

His legs suddenly exerted force and rushed forward.

At the same time, he raised his huge fist and hit Chu Xuan.

"Don't underestimate the combat effectiveness of our physical training!"

"Oh!"

When the fist is about to hit the face.

Chu Xuan suddenly stretched out a hand and held the young man's wrist.

The body shook slightly after receiving the impact.

Stabilized quickly.

The young man from Huaxia Wuhan University felt that his wrist seemed to be clamped by an iron pliers.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it back.

The next moment, Chu Xuan's palm suddenly exerted force.

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones was particularly clear.

The golden bell that the young man was proud of was instantly shattered.

Pale bone stubble pierced the skin and stood out brightly.

The heartbreaking pain made him howl miserably.

"Are you a loser like you worthy of coming here to challenge me?"

Voices rang in my ears.

The young man looked at the source of the sound in pain.

But he met a pair of indifferent, deep eyes.

And deep in these eyes.

He seemed to see an ocean composed of countless blood.

As the blood surged, countless innocent souls kept wailing in it.

Just like the bloody sea hell!

Such horrific sights shook his spirit.

There was a look of horror in the young man's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a strong force coming from his waist and abdomen.

Then he lost consciousness.

Chu Xuan slowly retracted his foot.

He no longer looked at the sturdy young man who flew more than twenty meters away, but turned to look at the referee.

"Chendan Martial Arts University, Chu Xuan, wins!"

The young man from China Wuhan University also participated in the last national competition.

In the 32-to-16 competition, it took 20 minutes to decide the winner with Yuan Sheng, who finished fourth.

Now, he was instantly killed by Chu Xuan with one move.

This victory raised everyone's evaluation of him to another level.

Considered a strong contender for the championship.

In the stands, a young Kun Dao (female Taoist priest) wearing regular clothes stared closely at Chu Xuan, her face turned pale.

"Junior sister Xuan Zhenzi, what's wrong?"

Xuanjizi recovered some of her mental strength after being drained by Gun King Chu Xuan.

It's just that his face is still a little pale.

Xuan Zhenzi is one year younger than him.

Now a junior in college.

But he is a Taoist genius with even better talent than him.

This junior sister participated in the national competition for the first time.

The master once specially told Xuanjizi to take good care of her junior sister.

So after seeing the girl's reaction, the young Taoist priest stepped forward to ask with concern.

"He is terrible."

Xuan Zhenzi's voice trembled slightly.

Subconsciously, I squeezed the mineral water bottle in my hand hard, making a harsh "click" sound.

Her mental perception has been far superior to others since she was a child.

In the girl's eyes, the sunset hangs far away in the horizon.

But more than half of the entire stadium was already shrouded in thick shadow.

Blocking out the little blood-red sunlight.

In that shadow, there is a sea of ​​blood, wronged souls, the bones of ferocious beasts that have never been seen before, and even the fallen Buddha!

That is a place scarier than hell!

The source of these shadows was the young man who slowly walked down the ring.

Under his calm surface, there seemed to be some indescribable horror hidden.

They haven't woken up yet.

The girl couldn't imagine how terrible things would break out of the shadow when it completely covered the sky.

"I hope I don't meet him next."

Xuan Zhenzi whispered to herself in a voice that could not be heard by others.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord, the Patriarch of the Three Purities, the Great Emperor Zhenwu, any grandfather can do it.

Please let me not draw this person in the next draw.

I promise never to steal your tribute again. . . "