And Kris felt severe pain in its knee and chest, staggering back two steps, almost falling.
"Fuck! That's fucking brutal!"
"It looks like he's deliberately slaughtering him!"
Meanwhile, on the stage, when Jin Linyu saw the flesh in Zhang Beixing's hand, he was scared shitless, his hair standing on end.
This is for real, damn, that's got to hurt! Is Black Ghost still okay?
"Blood! Violence! Thrilling, damn it!"
The other spectators felt the same, shivering and cringing, unable to watch yet unable to look away.
In the ring, after a brief exchange, the two split again. Zhang Beixing didn't press his advantage. Instead, he watched Black Ghost with a vicious grin and flicked the flesh from his hand. This scene was quite bloody, making the viewers in the live stream scream. The referee beside them barely managed to stop himself from calling a timeout.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Kris was enraged. The violent pain ignited its ferocity, its eyes turning fiery red!
