An Wujiu was not surprised by Yang Ming's move.

For him, when he counts down his blood, people with high force but low survival value have only one purpose, which is to become his weapon in duel.

There are more than one way to form a camp, in addition to inducement, there are also coercion.

Now the advantages of the whole game are almost all concentrated in his hands. Liu Chengwei is already standing on the sidelines. His conversation with Ueno in the corridor just now was also seen, and it is probably because he is nepotism.

A cowardly personality like Ueno should be the kind of person that Yang Ming ignored the least, but he was willing to meet him privately, and the more likely it was that there was a red line relationship between them.

But it is still unknown who is secretly in love with whom.

Obviously, Lao Yu and Shen Ti, who were pushed out by Yang Ming indifferent to life and death, are likely to have no red and black lines. If so, they can only be black lines.

Even though Chen Ti turned against him and chose to duel with Yang Ming, Yang Ming of 3 blood bars, joined forces with Liu Chengwei of 7 blood bars and Ueno of 5 blood bars, a total of 15 blood bars, almost as many as the number of blood bars.

Chen Ti is a very smart person who is very good at hiding and will not do this.

"Why? I don't want to?" Yang Ming took a step closer to him, "You shouldn't sympathize with him, right? You like his face?"

Chen Ti shrugged and hummed a little and walked out of the darkness.

Seeing him stand up, An Wujiu's emotions could hardly feel fluctuations.

Although they had been together on the porch of the lounge for a while, this place was a survival battle after all, and their closest friends were at close range, let alone strangers who met one by one.

It’s never wrong to protect yourself.

Chen Ti passed by An Wujiu who had barely stood up, and jumped directly into the red duel threshold.

Yang Ming's mouth curled up, and his eyes were filled with contempt that could not be hidden. He glanced at An Wujiu and stared at his simple and kind-hearted face, his eyes became cold.

"Today's duel threshold belongs to you."

An Wujiu slowly stepped into the scarlet duel threshold and stood opposite him with a serious eye. After clearly realizing that no one would help him, he felt a little relaxed.

Guanyin on the mechanical mask still looked compassionate. She turned her head carefully, shook her hands, and sat down very seriously to warm up.

An Wujiu did not make any moves.

"I'm going to be beaten again." Wu You's voice was very small and his tone was complicated. He looked at the eight blood strips that were completely complete above Chen Ti's head.

This is only the first day.

At this moment, Wu You truly understood Zhong Yirou's words. If there was no duel and just the calculation of the number of blood bars, perhaps someone would be willing to bet the only four blood bars on An Wujiu and just buy personal favors. If An Wujiu was really as strong as Yang Ming said, he might be able to stand in a team.

But when the real fight during this duel will cause injuries and bleeding, and others don’t have much medicine. If you rashly go up and take a side, you will only cause trouble.

What's more, the opposite side is now in a dizzy way, and Wu You has the reason that it is absolutely impossible to stand opposite him.

"Are there any other characters joining the duel?"

The system asked, and Wu You observed around him. Only Lao Yu seemed to want to participate, but hesitated for a long time.

"Can you still regret it after joining?" Wu You asked this question for him.

The system answered, "Opportunity is determined by opting in, and you must not regret it. Please make careful decisions."

"I understand, I won't join." Wu You answered and saw that Lao Yu's feet were also taken back.

I'm afraid the red line is connected to the person in the duel threshold, but from his own perspective, it can only be connected to An Wujiu.

But in the current situation, even if you want to help, there are too many people on the other side, and the duel is destined to suffer losses.

“Confirm that no other roles are involved.”

After the duel threshold is declared closed, a weapon selection bar appears above, and the fate of the two people rolls in a small grid, freezing after a few seconds.

"This round of weapons, Shen Di: long sword; An Wujiu: iron stick."

In an instant, blue data fragments appeared in front of the two at the same time, and these fragments gradually merged into their respective weapons.

Seeing Chen Ti's long sword, An Wujiu's hand began to tremble again, and even worse, his breathing was also hindered.

Liu Chengwei in the audience mercilessly mocked, "Among Wujiu, you might as well stand and let Chen Di cut you a few times, saving some effort, so as not to even get out of this house."

"This round of duel—"

The two raised their hands and held their own weapon.

Before the Shengyin could begin, Chen Di in the duel threshold directly stretched out his hands and raised it high to make a pause.

"Wait a moment."

He spoke for the first time.

This strange behavior made everyone present confused, and only Zhong Yirou opened her eyes wide.

"Good guy, he's really not a mute."

An Wujiu was very puzzled, but the dirt in front of him had already walked in front of him. His defense suddenly arose, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually stretch out his arms to him.

"Hug it, hug it." The masked diligent tone was a smile, the voice was low and the tone was pleasant, which made An Wujiu feel helpless, "Friendship first and second matches."

He was so wounded that he was gently hugged by Chen Ji. The other party was one head taller than him, and he was completely wrapped in his arms as soon as he wrapped his arms. He even patted his back with his hands wearing black gloves.

It was normal at the beginning.

Then it suddenly became wrong.

At some point, An Wujiu's heart felt unprecedented pain, as if he was stabbed directly in by a sharp chainsaw, spinning at high speed, making his heart blemish.

The sound of caution still lingers like ghosts.

"I will fight quickly."

His chest was torn open and dug out, and the organs inside were exposed to the air. This was completely different from the previous wrist injury. He could clearly feel every slight pain, like a living person.

Seeing An Wujiu's abnormal expression, Chen Ti was confused for a while.

But it's only a few seconds.

Within half a second of An Wujiu's pain, he, who had a friendly hug, decisively launched a sneak attack, and the hilt of the long sword slashed An Wujiu's uninjured wrist.

The pain and muscle reaction caused An Wujiu to fall down the steel bar tightly holding in his hand. Chen Ti handed over and picked it up, and the steel bar rebounded upwards, held by him with his hand, and then threw it backwards.

With a sound, the steel bar fell into a place that An Wujiu could not touch.

The weapon was confiscated, and every move that Shendi followed would force An Wujiu to a dead end, kicking and slashing, and the blood bar above An Wujiu's head was reduced at a rapid speed.

"Why is it so powerful," Ueno whispered.

"Strange..." Everyone was amazed, and through the scarlet light curtain, Zhong Yirou showed a deep thoughtful look, "It's so fierce, why don't you use a knife?"

Although Chen Ti's offensive rhythm is very fast, it is different from Liu Chengwei's fatal moves. He doesn't seem to plan to kill An Wujiu.

The pain made An Wujiu's body dull and was forced to retreat and couldn't breathe. He didn't understand why, and he didn't feel the pain even though he was attacked by Liu Chengwei before.

Blood oozed out from the previous wound again, drop by drop onto the floor.

Enduring the severe pain of the heart stripping, An Wujiu tried to block it, but one hand was not as good as his arms. His eyes estimated the distance. An Wujiu, who had not turned around, guessed that he was almost forced to the light curtain.

Once he really leans on his back, he has no room for anything.

An Wujiu raised his hand and punched Chen Ti, preparing to stop his legs and take action, but in an instant he grabbed Kong, but An Wujiu made a fake move. An Wujiu was kicked by An Wujiu, and in an instant the opponent had already escaped and flashed behind Chen Ti.

Suddenly, his neck was surrounded by An Wujiu from behind with one arm. The strength of his arm was beyond his imagination. He almost suffocated for a moment, "Wait, I can't breathe! Cough! Cough cough..."

Is the left hand also a mechanical bone?

An Wujiu ignored him, and the strong smell of blood spread in the air. He kicked Chen Ti's right hand, forcing him to let go of his fingers, and the long sword fell to the ground, making a buzzing metal sound.

An Wujiu predicted that Chen Ti would elbow as he was not a powerful type, so he took a step back and prepared to pull Chen Ti down directly, but unexpectedly, Chen Ti directly grabbed his left hand and threw a big back, smashing the seriously injured An Wujiu to the ground.

But he had no other hand to stop Chen Ti's counterattack.

The fall caused his whole body to roar metal, and his eardrum was about to shatter. An Wujiu's heart hurt again.

His back was completely wet.

"The blood bar is only the last trace." Ueno was sweating in a cold sweat, and just wanted to pray that he would never enter this terrible duel threshold, "It's going to be cleared again."

The next counterattack point...

The closest to them, the careful sword.

But this intention was discovered by Chen Wei at the same time. He squatted quickly, grabbed his long hair hard as An Wujiu tried to stretch out his hand sideways, and snatched up his long knife.

Chen Ti turned his wrist a few times, and his long ink hair wrapped around his wrist like a vine. He pulled An Wujiu into his arms and bumped into him.

His chest was a vast horizon, and An Wujiu's heart was the dying sun, beating wildly and vividly.

It was making the last sound with great effort.

Could it be that An Wujiu is really a fragile ordinary person?

The last trace of blood, just forget it.

He raised his long knife.

But the next second, the knife in my hand and the person in my arms...

It's gone.

A sharp pain came from his wrist. With a click, his careful wrist was broken and dislocated. The next moment, he felt his tense left hand suddenly relax.
To be continued...