But Song Ziyu still had the patience to watch Tang Zhe's performance.

After all, Song Ziyu is still a person who values ​​martial ethics and etiquette.

I would never feel sorry for a dead person.

finally!

After a lengthy series of showing off his wealth, Tang Zhi, wearing battle armor, stepped onto the stage.

Under the watchful eye of the referee, the two completed the signing of the life and death certificate.

"can we start?"

Song Ziyu, who was empty-handed, asked.

"of course!"

Tang Zhe, who was armed with seven or eight weapons, spoke.

"I'll give you three moves." Song Ziyu arranged thoughtfully.

"You bastard, just come over here. I still need you to let me go?"

Tang Zhe shouted loudly.

"Are you sure?" Song Ziyu asked.

"Stop fucking ink."

Tang Zhe said loudly.

"Are you sure you don't want to write some last words or something?"

Song Ziyu asked again.

"Come on horseback!"

Tang Zhe yelled.

As soon as Song Ziyu finished speaking, the person disappeared in place like a gust of demonic wind.

Next second!

The ground cracked, thunder exploded, and Tang Zhe, who was dressed like an opera singer, flew straight away, and his exploded head exploded in the air like a balloon.

In the bloody light, Song Ziyu wiped his fists and hummed, as if he had done an insignificant thing.

but……

From the direction of Song Ziyu's punch, the clouds and the ground cracked.

world.
Chapter completed!