C378 Kneel down and Kowtow Three Times to Me
C378 Kneel down and Kowtow Three Times to Me
"Hahaha, look at that three-inch nail. In front of the God of Slaughter, it's a short man in front of a giant. He went up on the stage purely because he was being played like a monkey."
"Hehe, I'm afraid you still don't know who he is?"
"Who is it?"
"Let me tell you, I know that piece of trash. He is a famous big shot in our Shen City!"
"Stop trying to be suspenseful. Come out and listen, trash? "Could he be …"
"That's right, Qin Family's trash's son-in-law — — Lin Xuan!"
"Hahaha, I'm going to f * cking die from laughter. A mere good-for-nothing son-in-law who relies on his wife to survive, even his bones have gone soft, yet he's still f * * king looking for existence here?"
"In front of the God of Slaughter, meet a God, kill a God, meet Buddha, kill Buddha. Say, meet a piece of trash, hahaha, interesting."
"For someone on the level of the God of Slaughter, against a piece of trash, even a fingernail can crush him to death. This is a battle without any suspense."
"No, it's a skirmish in which the result was written down before it even began …"
"…"
In the audience seats, discussions were already going on. Some people recognized Lin Xuan's true body, and they even heard mocking voices.
"Hey, what are you f * cking comparing me to? Trash, you should just go home and obediently eat your wife's soft food."
"Yeah, a hot-blooded man like the boxing arena isn't suitable for a trash like you. Coming here to find a sense of existence, I think you're looking for a beating!
"Kill the God! Kill him! Crush him into minced meat and ruthlessly crush him!"
"I even want to go up on stage and pin this trash who doesn't know his limits down on the ground, ruthlessly rubbing against the floor!"
"God of Death, do it, why are you still standing there? This kind of trash, he's like an ant that can be crushed with a pinky. Why waste everyone's time?"
"…"
On the stage, the God of Slaughter, Fu Ao, was staring at Lin Xuan coldly.
Before this, every single one of his punches were shouting arrogantly. How come there was not even one that could be beaten up? Even when Luo Feng went up on stage, he did not put him in his eyes at all.
However, Lin Xuan, who was obviously shorter than him, didn't feel any sense of superiority standing in front of him.
Because, from Lin Xuan's strong aura, Fu Ao felt that the young man who seemed a bit shorter was like an insurmountable mountain that blocked in front of him and he did not dare to act rashly.
How could this be?
Was it because Lin Xuan had pushed him back with his explosive punch just now?
He also seemed to realize at that moment why Ma Loong sent the order for Lin Yu and stressed that the person Lin Yu was going to deal with was not simple.
Even though Fu Ao was clear that Ma Loong was not the best in the mercenary group, but he was still of some importance.
At the very least, he was not an ordinary person. Little did they know that with Ma Loong's skills, he was defeated by Lin Xuan.
Why were there rumors in the outside world regarding Lin Xuan, a son-in-law who was scolded as trash by everyone in Shen City, how could he be so weak?
Or was everyone fooled? The punch from Lin Xuan just now had given Fu Ao, who was known as the God of Death, a kind of unprecedented fear.
Even during the battle in the jungle back then, when Fu Ao wielded a three-inch military knife and killed nearly a hundred people by himself, he had never felt such a chill.
How could this be?
"F * ck, why aren't they fighting yet?"
"I think the God of Slaughter is probably thinking about how to torture this piece of trash. A piece of trash that can be killed with a flick of a finger. The God of Slaughter might want to make him die in a more straightforward manner."
"That's not right. Why do I have a vague feeling that that piece of trash is not afraid at all when facing the God of Slaughter? Could it be that he has the confidence to deal with the God of Slaughter?"
"Hahaha, you haven't woken up yet, right? If he could defeat the God of Slaughter, would he still be called trash?"
"The shame of men, the sorrow of women, this kind of trash, don't expect too much from him. The god of death only used one move to kill those fighters, and against trash, a third of the attack is enough."
"Hey, God of Slaughter, why are you standing there!"
"Useless, can you do it or not? If you can't, don't make a fool of yourself and get the hell out of here!"
"…"
In the ring, faced with the clamoring audience, they turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.
Lin Xuan cast a sidelong glance at Fu Ao, smiled lightly and said in a mild tone, "One man, crushing twelve fighters in the ring, and severely injuring Gray Zone Mogul and Luo Feng. You are indeed quite skilled."
The God of Slaughter, Fu Ao, looked at Lin Xuan in shock. Was he really the legendary trash who was prepared to kneel down and apologize to him when he saw that he was so powerful?
For a moment, Fu Ao's sense of superiority burst out. He truly thought that Lin Xuan was afraid of him, and his arrogance took over his heart. "Hmph. You're that trash son-in-law that everyone despises?"
"Not much, I thought there were three heads and six arms!"
"How about I give you a chance. Kneel down, kowtow three times to me, call me 'Grandpa' three times, and I'll spare your dog life. How about it?"
Originally, the God of Slaughter Fu Ao thought he could frighten Lin Xuan by saying some harsh words. This way, he wouldn't even need to do anything to scare Lin Xuan.
Unexpectedly, the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth curled up into a sinister smile. How could Fu Ao be able to suppress him with his aura?
"I admire you as a rare talent. If possible, you can stay in the ring, and you can take care of this place. I never thought that you would be such an arrogant person who doesn't know what's good for you. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't even know what you're worth! "
Hearing that, Fu Ao laughed out loud, the laughter made all the muscles in his body tremble. He glared at Lin Xuan, and his laughter stopped abruptly, "Trash, are you trying to scare me? You think I'm scared? Back in the days when I was a mercenary, I was like a rain of bullets in a rain of bullets. When I charged into the fray, you were even f * cking in your underpants and playing with mud, weren't you? "
Lin Xuan shook his head and displayed a helpless expression, "In this world, there are quite a few ignorant people like you. Since this is an arena, it's not a competition of words, so the victor can be determined. Come! "
Lin Xuan slowly took a step forward and was ready to fight.
Fu Ao's face darkened and he waved his arms. The bones around his body creaked like fried soybeans. The muscles in his body were like a magnificent army of thousands of men and horses. They were ready to attack at his command.
He knew very well that Lin Xuan was called trash by others, but from his aura, he was completely biased. Therefore, after launching an attack, he couldn't make too many moves, and he had to force Lin Xuan to the ground in one move. Once Lin Xuan was stepped on, he would stop being arrogant and let himself ruthlessly trample on him!