Chapter 1124: When two tigers fight, one must be injured! You're not dead?

"'Blood Ghost'?"

Gao Zhiyi looked up and down at this figure who had absorbed enough "evil thoughts" and completed a earth-shaking change.

Compared to the initial impression.

The current Cheng Beixiao was like a soul-reaping demon.

Wreathed in strange aura, the blood vessels on his bright red skin were clearly visible.

As if someone had peeled off a layer of his skin.

The bright red flesh was filled with explosive power.

"You intend to stir up this muddy water?" Gao Zhiyi asked.

Cheng Beixiao suddenly threw a punch to shake Su Yang back, and said unhurriedly: "You and that person surnamed Zhou beside you have long coveted the 'Fengdu' emblem."

"With the main purpose of provoking the conflict between me and the demon, waiting for the two of us to both be injured before taking the opportunity to kill us."

"In this way, both of you can each obtain an emblem."

"The plan is loud enough, and it's not a bad strategy."

"After all... when two tigers fight, one must be injured."

Su Yang was frustrated, and murderous intent grew.

The fist mark on his chest disappeared in an instant.

The golden patterns on his body shone brightly at this moment, and his momentum suddenly rose by a notch.

The terrifying pressure rippled out in circles.

The next moment, he stepped on the ground, and his body rushed over at extreme speed.

Facing the magnificent assault, Cheng Beixiao's expression was serious, and he charged forward without showing weakness.

The two collided like two high-speed trucks, erupting with a heaven-shaking dull sound.

"Boom!"

The terrifying impact swept in all directions, and the soil rolled layer after layer.

The confrontation of the two momentums wasn't just a struggle of strength.

It was also the struggle between "Fengdu" and "Taboo."

Cheng Beixiao was extremely warlike; before being "kidnapped," he was a professionally trained boxer.

Due to injuries, he was unable to compete in the arena.

He retreated behind the scenes to become a coach.

As he grew older, the sharp heart of combat was gradually worn away by time.

However, after coming to the death game, the warlike factors in his body grew vigorously again.

Even to the point of being out of control.

Everything he did wasn't just to fulfill regrets.

It was also to gain pleasure in battle.

This was the only thing he had longed for since he lived until now.

"Having swallowed so many 'evil thoughts,' I didn't expect I still couldn't win against you in strength," Cheng Beixiao said.

Su Yang remained expressionless, his eyes vacant.

Seeing his state, Cheng Beixiao felt slightly disappointed: "It's just a pity that this battle is still not fair enough."

"But being able to fight you once, it wasn't in vain!"

Saying this, Cheng Beixiao resolutely gave up the confrontation and grabbed Su Yang's wrist with his backhand.

Immediately after, his feet left the ground, and he kicked his abdomen fiercely.

"Peng!"

Su Yang felt pain and retreated; before he could catch his breath.

Cheng Beixiao attacked again.

Only to see him throw punches crazily, aiming straight at the human body's weak points—

Face, neck, chest.

The speed of the punches left only afterimages.

Su Yang dodged and parried continuously, and in a short time, he had no room to fight back at all.

Seeing this, Qin Weiyang couldn't help but furrow her brows.

"It looks like 'Blood Ghost' is better at fighting."

"His fighting technique has clearly been precipitated over many years, and every move is impeccable," Qin Weiyang said.

Just as she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong.

Turning her head to look, she saw Lin Yang grimacing while supporting his lower back, looking like he had just received a shot in the butt.

"You're not dead?" Qin Weiyang showed a look of surprise.

"You want me dead?" Lin Yang said unhappily.

"You took a punch from Su Yang head-on and only look like you suffered a minor injury; it seems your skin is truly thick enough," Qin Weiyang couldn't help but sigh.

Lin Yang remembered that punch vividly.

It was as if he had been hit by a large truck, his internal organs nearly exploding.

Fortunately, he used the flexibility of his body to unload most of the force.

Otherwise, he would definitely have been killed by a single punch.

Thinking about it now, he was still quite fearful.

Unknowingly, Su Yang had grown to a point where they needed to look up to him.

Once upon a time, he could still exchange two moves with the other party without falling behind.

It had to be said that this emblem thing was truly heaven-defying.

Can it be played without nerfing?

"Gods fighting, mortals suffering; we'd better not get too close," Lin Yang suggested.

"Kill all the players controlled by Gao Zhiyi first!" Qin Weiyang nodded in agreement.

After the two discussed, they immediately took action.

Cooperating with Ximen Zhirou, the three acted cleanly and efficiently, killing ten people with high efficiency.

After finishing, they came to Wen Ran and squatted down.

Only to see a ferocious blood hole torn open in her chest, blood flowing turbulently, unable to be stopped no matter what.

Not only that, demon power was entwined around her body, devouring her vitality bit by bit.

Seeing her gasping state, Qin Weiyang showed a solemn expression: "Help her up."

"What are you doing?" Lin Yang blurted out.

Ximen Zhirou didn't ask much and did as told.

He carefully supported her with his arm, his eyes filled with heartache.

"It hurts a lot, right? Hold on!"

Wen Ran opened her mouth, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Go save the boss first, don't worry about me..."

Lin Yang shook his head helplessly: "I want to save him too, but aside from having thick skin, I have no other skills."

Wen Ran wouldn't give up: "What about your 'Copy' talent?"

Lin Yang turned to look at the two fighting fiercely and sighed: "To tell you the truth, the remaining two talents are 'Cut' and 'Change'."

"One is used for killing, the other is for survival."

"'Cut' can directly perform human body cutting on wounds."

"But this thing isn't fatal, at most it restricts movement."

Wen Ran stared at the back of "Blood Ghost" and said: "It seems we can only pin our hopes on him."

Qin Weiyang took a glass bottle out of her pocket, opened the cap, and poured green powder out of it.

The next moment, the blood from the wound stopped instantly.

"This thing can't save a life, it can only keep a breath."

"Don't talk much next, and don't let your imagination run wild," Qin Weiyang urged.

Wen Ran lowered her eyes to look, full of worry.

Ximen Zhirou felt relieved upon seeing this.

He then looked at Wang Defa's statue, showing a look of unbearable pain.

Now he was devoid of life, no different from a corpse.

Zhang Tiancheng was also busy restricting Yue Lan and couldn't spare a hand.

Only twelve surviving players remained.

All of them were in an injured state.

"We remnants, what else can we do?" Ximen Zhirou laughed at himself.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud noise rang out.

Only to see Su Yang suddenly uproot a building and throw it fiercely at Cheng Beixiao.

"Well done!"

Cheng Beixiao laughed wildly, his expression becoming increasingly crazy.

Only to see him not retreat but advance, charging toward Su Yang.

A strange Senluo Hall suddenly appeared above his head, and eight chains poured out.

"Kuangdang!"

The chains firmly bound the building, and Cheng Beixiao grabbed it with his large hand.

"Boom!"

The building was instantly compressed into a ball.

But its own weight didn't decrease in the slightest, and it slammed into him fiercely without losing momentum.

"Puh!"

"Pfft!"