"Baga!"

Katoki's veins were popping on his forehead, and he yelled angrily. He couldn't bear it any longer and was about to rush towards Zique'er and kill him.

"Baga, your grandma is so stupid."

Before he could use his god-level ninjutsu and unexpectedly kill Ziqueer to regain the ground, a lazy voice came, causing his body that was ready to go to stop abruptly, and he turned his head to look behind him with an extremely solemn expression.

"King Dingwu is here. Hey, it's strange. When did he appear behind Katomu? I obviously didn't see anyone before."

"Yeah, it's really weird. King Ding Wu seems to have appeared out of thin air. I didn't even notice when he appeared."

"King Dingwu's wife is so powerful. Killing Meichuan Jingxiu is like killing a chicken. Wouldn't King Dingwu be even more powerful? Haha, now the little devil has hit the iron plate."

"That's not necessarily true. Umekawa Keihide is just Katoki's subordinate. King Dingwu's wife can easily kill him, but she may not be Katoki's opponent."

"That's true, but I think based on King Dingwu's unpredictable appearance, Katoki will never be his opponent."

…

The crowd was shocked and silent at the sight of Meikawa Kagexiu being easily crushed to death by Zi Queer. As Ding Ning appeared, they immediately started to boil and started talking about the outcome of the battle.

Out of fear and respect for the strong, they spontaneously changed the title of Ding Ning to King Ding Wu, and wisely retreated to make room for both parties to avoid being affected by the aftermath of the battle.

It's a pity that most of them don't know that the battle between demigod-level experts has the terrifying power of destroying the world. With their current distance, the aftermath of the battle alone is enough to make them shattered.

Bones thousands of times.

Of course, since Ding Ning dares to choose the battlefield at home, he is absolutely sure that he will not endanger the surrounding plants and trees. First, his control of power has reached the pinnacle and he will never leak any unnecessary information.

Strength; secondly, he has absolute confidence and can easily defeat Katomu, leaving him with no chance to take action.

"Ding Ning?"

Although Katoki was ordered to challenge Ding Ning, he actually had no idea what he looked like. At this moment, he heard everyone's excited chatter and realized that the real master had appeared. He looked at Ding Ning with serious eyes and found that he was too young.

, confirmed with some uncertainty.

"Yes, I am Ding Ning. Aren't you going to challenge me? What are you waiting for? Take action quickly. I'm very busy and I don't have time to waste time with you here."

Ding Ning said lazily and yawned out of boredom. He didn't know where the Amaterasu Shrine got the confidence to think that a mere peak demigod could kill him. It was indeed in line with the bad nature of Fuso people, arrogant and arrogant.

"Baga!"

Katomu was furious at his indifferent attitude. He cursed angrily, stepped out of the way with small steps, and disappeared out of thin air. This caused an uproar among the spectators, and a look of horror on his face.

Damn, this little devil is really powerful. He can actually become invisible. He can't even find any trace of the enemy. How can King Ding Wu win?

The spectators who had built up their confidence in Ding Ning because of Zi Que'er's stunning attack were all muttering in their hearts, staring at Ding Ning without blinking to see how he should respond.

But when they saw Ding Ning standing there stupidly and looking around blankly as if he hadn't woken up, everyone felt disappointed. It was over. King Ding Wu was definitely defeated now. It didn't matter if he lost, but the face of Anping Martial Arts would be ruined by Fusang again.

The warriors stepped heavily under their feet, which was something they could not accept.

"call out!"

The invisible Katomu saw himself approaching Ding Ning.

Already less than three meters away, he was still looking for traces of himself like a headless fly, with a look of disdain on his face.

What kind of bullshit hermit is he? He can't even see through his own escape skills. Sending himself to challenge him is just overkill. That's all. Since it's so unchallenging, let's end the battle.

A disappointed smile appeared on Katomu's face, and the black dagger in his hand stabbed Ding Ning in the lower back like the scythe of death.

He is confident that if this death dagger hits Ding Ning in the lower back, it will instantly destroy his kidneys and make him lose all fighting power. When the time comes, he will humiliate him in public and use the most cruel method.

He cut his body into thousands of pieces in retaliation for the death of his dog.

Of course, he didn't intend to let go of the woman in purple. Didn't she call herself Ding Ning's wife? Then let them go on the road together, so that they could be companions on the road to hell.

But in this world, ideals are very full, but reality is so skinny that it makes people haggard.

Just when Katomu felt that he had a winning chance, a pair of slender hands that were as good as Zi Que'er suddenly fell on the back of his neck, pinched the sebum on the back of his neck and lifted him up like a dead dog.

What made Katoki feel most desperate was that as the palm of his hand pinched the fat on the back of his neck, his whole body seemed to be anesthetized and he couldn't even move a finger. It made him think about a strong man breaking his wrist and cutting the sebum on the back of his neck.

Neither can be done.

Ding Ning is 1.85 meters tall, and Katomu is not short, but not very tall either, about 1.75 meters tall.

A 1.75 meter man was picked up by a 1.85 meter man who pinched the back of his neck with disgust on his face. The indescribable sense of déjà vu made all those watching the battle sigh in relief and couldn't bear it at the same time.

He burst into laughter.

"Let go of Kato-kun. This is just a martial arts exchange, not a life and death arena. It's okay for us to admit defeat."

Those Fuso warriors who followed Katomu were afraid that Ding Ning would kill him. A middle-aged warrior stepped forward and put pressure on Ding Ning in the name of martial arts exchanges.

"You paralyzed little devil is so shameless. If you lose, it will be a martial arts exchange. If you win, it will be a battle of life and death. Even if someone admits defeat, they will still be crippled."

Someone yelled angrily.

Lu Yang burst into tears. These words spoke his true feelings. I almost knelt down and begged for mercy. Didn't these bastards forcefully break my legs?

"Martial arts exchange? Okay, no problem."

Ding Ning didn't take it seriously and casually let go of Katomu.

The Fuso warriors were immediately overjoyed, thinking to themselves that no matter how powerful this guy was, what's the use? He was just a brainless idiot, so they just found any excuse to coax him to let go.

"No, Ding... King Wu, we were disabled by his men. Why should we let them live if we win?"

Lu Yang shouted anxiously, and when he found Ding Ning looking at him with a half-smile, his face turned red with embarrassment, and he lowered his head in shame.

He has no ability to avenge himself, but now he is counting on the "enemy" he dislikes most to avenge him. Even with his thick skin, he can feel his face burning.

"Baga!"

Katomu didn't think that he was no match for Ding Ning. He must have been careless when he was caught before. Therefore, as soon as he found out that he was free again, he immediately cursed in anger, and the death dagger in his hand was as fast as a poisonous snake and rushed toward Ding Ning like lightning.

The lower back was stabbed again.

Before, he was still three meters away, so he missed, but now he was less than one meter away from Ding Ning. He didn't believe that Ding Ning could hide from such a distance.

Those Fuso warriors who had previously stood on the moral high ground

They all showed happy smiles, as if they had seen the scene where Ding Ning's blood was splattered on the spot.

"careful!"

Everyone watching the battle changed their expressions, and Lu Yang even blurted out and screamed.

It's not that he doesn't resent Ding Ning anymore, it's just that Ding Ning gave him hope of revenge, and it also became the last hope for the Anping martial arts community to be proud. Regardless of public or private reasons, he didn't want Ding Ning to die in Katomu's sneak attack.

Of course, if Ding Ning's opponents were not Fuso Japs like Katomu but other Anping warriors, he would not be so kind as to remind him.

"Hey, God can forgive you for doing evil. You can't live for your own evil. Originally, I just wanted to treat others in their own way and break your limbs. But since you insist on seeking death, I will help you.

Already."

Ding Ning said slowly, and the words were still lingering in everyone's ears. The smile on Katomu's face froze, and he felt his scalp tighten...

Well, actually, as soon as his neck tightened, Ding Ning pinched the sebum on the back of his neck and lifted him up like a dead dog. This made him suddenly realize that Ding Ning was not a fluke before, but that his strength surpassed his own.

There were too many, and it had reached the point where he could only look up from a distance.

This filled his heart with regret and frustration. If he had known that Ding Ning's skills were so terrifying, even if his master put a knife on his neck and forced him to do it, he would never have sought death.

Unfortunately, it was too late to realize this. He had no way to turn back and could only be slaughtered like fish on a sticky board.

"Mr. Ding, I am Taro Ebebe, the leader of the Fuso Martial Arts Exchange Group. Although Kato-kun's previous methods were not bright enough, please look at my humble face..."

When the group of Fuso warriors saw that the situation had changed again, they couldn't help but look at each other with bitterness on their faces. The middle-aged warrior who had spoken before stepped out of the crowd with a respectful look on his face, and began to plead for Katomu with a shy face.

"roll!"

Ding Ning gave him a cold look. To such a shameless person, he really didn't have the mood to talk to him, so he calmly uttered a single word.

Taro Ebebe was like a thunderbolt, his brain was confused, he grinned and giggled, his mouth was drooling, he turned around and hugged a Fuso warrior behind him and said with a silly smile: "Mom, I want to breastfeed."

The Fuso warrior was startled and reached out to touch Ebeta Taro's forehead. He felt that he didn't have a fever. Why did he start talking nonsense? He quickly pushed him away, held his shoulders and asked with concern: "Ebeta

Captain, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Daddy, Mommy won't feed me milk, I want to feed, I want to feed..."

Taro Ebebe hugged another Fuso warrior next to him, crying and complaining loudly.

A big man showed such aggrieved appearance, which made everyone feel a chill in their hearts, and they could not help but shudder.

Although the Fuso Martial Arts Group realized that Ding Ning might have done something, they struggled with the lack of evidence. In addition, Taro Ebebe's performance was too embarrassing, which made everyone watching the battle happy. They had no shame to stay here anymore, regardless of Katoki.

He was still alive, and he forcibly picked up Ebeta Taro, who was crying and wanting to be fed, and fled in despair.

"Oh, we won."

"Long live, long live King Wu!"

"King Wu is brave and invincible, long live him!"

…

The Anping warriors present let out cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami, and rushed towards Ding Ning like a swarm. They raised their hands, raised their legs, and raised their buttocks. They cheered and threw him into the air to catch him.

Throw it to the sky...catch it again...
Chapter completed!