The whole venue was shaking, so much that everyone almost started dancing.

Why?

Because Ye Xingchen grabbed Ling Li's legs and blasted from left to right and from right to left crazily, shaking the earth in the process and affecting nearby buildings.

Although the audience was worried that the arena would suddenly collapse, they couldn't help but look at the competition stage and the man who was violent and violent. The more they looked at it, the more they became more and more immersed in it.

There are many ways to torture people, but most of them are inseparable from punching and kicking. Like Ye Xingchen, who grabs someone's legs, attacks from both ends, and spreads on all sides, it really has the aesthetics of violence.

Especially, the sound.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Listen, is it a punch to the flesh?

Listen again, is it too meaty?

It's really beautiful, like the sound of nature, refreshing.

With the sharp impact on the floor and the sound of friction with the soil, everyone's souls gradually floated into the distance, and then their shoulders shook unconsciously.

Wow.

They danced so well.

"..."

On the suspended platform, the Demon Emperor's eyes gradually became more angry.

His adopted son, whom he valued most, was being manipulated by the disciples of the Wangu Sect at this moment, which was really unacceptable to him.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was another sound from the competition platform.

The audience members who were doing the shoulder-shaking dance in the distance recovered their souls and looked over.

On the shattered platform, his sharp legs were sunken into the deep pit, and the clothes he was wearing were torn to pieces after being rubbed.

"tread."

Ye Xingchen squatted down, grabbed his hair with one hand, raised his head and asked, "Are you comfortable?"

"..."

A fierce silence with blood all over his face.

The violent collision caused all the meridians in his body to be damaged.

"Don't worry."

Ye Xingchen pulled him by his hair and dragged him out of the pit like a dead dog. Then he lifted him up in front of everyone and said coldly: "Your performance is over, and mine has just begun."

"Bang——"

After saying that, he kicked Lili into the sky.

Everyone subconsciously looked up and saw the guy hunched up and flying into the sky.

"Hoo ho!"

"Hoo ho ho!"

On the competition stage, Ye Xingchen spread his arms, gathering powerful energy between his palms.

"Could it be..."

When someone was guessing, they saw streaks of light cannonballs exploding from bottom to top.

“Bang bang bang!”

“Bang bang bang!”

Ling Li, who had flown to the highest point, was about to fall vertically when he was suddenly hit by streamer shells in turn. He flew higher in an instant, leaving dents of varying degrees all over his body.

The team of black coffin bearers, hidden in the dark, put on sunglasses and suits, prepared for the upcoming business.

"This is too cruel!"

Some viewers just couldn't stand it anymore.

As far as the current situation is concerned, Ye Xingchen obviously has an absolute advantage and could kill him, but he never kills him. Instead, he ravages him crazily in public.

"Boom——"

At this moment, Ling Li fell from the height to the competition stage like mud.

At this moment, he was covered with bruises.

However, Ye Xingchen used the force just right when he struck, and even calculated the damage caused by landing accurately, so Ling Li was seriously injured, but his life was not in danger.

All veterans, please mark your professionalism in your chapter reviews.

"tread."

Ye Xingchen came over, pulled Ling Li up again, and kicked him into the sky again.

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"call out!"

“Bang bang bang!”

"Boom!"

"..."

Under repeated violence, it would fly up and fall down.

The audience's eyes moved up and down, and their mentality gradually changed from excitement to boredom.

Everyone likes to watch the aesthetics of violence, but they will eventually get tired of it.

Half an hour later.

Ling Li sank into the competition platform again.

He is still alive and thinking, and can clearly feel the pain from every inch of skin and every muscle.

"Cool!"

Li Shangtian yelled.

A few years ago in the galaxy competition, Senior Sister and He Wudi both tortured Ling Li, and they were able to avenge themselves, but they still almost didn't mean it. Now that Senior Brother Ye has taken action, he has completely made up for that, and it's really awesome!

"Bang!"

Ye Xingchen walked over again, raised his foot and stepped on the back of Ling Li's head, saying coldly: "If you had met me in the main game, you wouldn't have the courage to stand here."

I am the Night Emperor.

Still arrogant.

"..."

Ling Li, whose face was buried in the pit, remained motionless.

But the bruised hands were clenched tightly, and the pain in his body was not as good as the pain in his heart.

With the goal of winning the championship, he went to the Cangyun Department.

As a result, I barely made it into the finals.

For this reason, he lost the trust of his adopted father, suffered ridicule from his adopted brothers, and even lost the love of his heart.

Not willing to give in.

How willing!

"Hoo ho!"

A majestic aura filled the air around Ling Li who was trampled under his feet, which made Ye Xingchen look stunned.

I've tortured him thousands of times, and yet I can still explode with aura?

Something.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Ling Li supported the ground with both hands, and slowly raised his head against Ye Xingchen's feet. His ferocious deformed face was full of killing intent, and he said: "What I have experienced over the years is thousands of times more painful than your kicking.

Times!"

This sentence contains a complex emotion.

Jun Changxiao caught it, so he held his chin and said: "He must have an unknown story."

"Story, story!"

The system couldn't bear it and roared: "It's all because of you!"
To be continued...