There is a limit to the explosion of potential.

Babya stimulated his potential under the threat of death, but his body could not support the consumption of potential, nor could he withstand that force beyond his limit.

So in less than ten seconds, Babya's legs felt a torn pain.

In just ten seconds, it seemed like I had run several kilometers.

"tired!"

Babia's speed dropped rapidly, his eyes were a little distracted, and then he fell to the ground.

My whole body felt as tired as if it was falling apart.

"You can't escape! Babya!"

Behind the rear, Chris's surprise voice rang.

Unexpectedly, Babya, who had an amazing speed before, fell directly to the ground. God is really helping him!

Soon, he and several subordinates surrounded Babya.

Looking at Babya who was like a dead dog on the ground, laughing.

"Chris, let me go this time. We are good brothers, right, right?" Babya got up from the ground, squeezed an ugly smile on his face and begged to Chris.

His legs were trembling slightly, trembling, and he seemed unable to stand on the ground.

"Don't dream about Babya, you are a cunning, despicable, dirty guy!" Chris's smile calmed down, his expression turned cold, and he kicked Babya in the stomach.

The latter immediately squatted on the ground, his face turning pale.

"You want me to let you go after such a big piece of arms? Do you think I'm a fool?" Chris said, his face becoming ferocious.

The almost-dissipated anger was rekindled again, and he seemed to have returned to that night three years ago.

That night, after receiving the news, he had nowhere to vent his anger and smashed everything in the bedroom.

But today, the culprit was squatting in front of him!

"wait……"

Before Baby could finish his words, Chris took action again.

He flipped the machete over and slammed Babya hard on the shoulder with the back of the knife.

There was a muffled bang, and the latter let out a painful whine.

His arms suddenly drooped and hung weakly on the side.

"Wait...ah!"

What else Babya wanted to say, Chris slammed his shoulder with the back of the knife.

Both arms were all destroyed.

"It's useless to say anything. I will definitely kill you today!" Chris said, "Press him to the ground. Today I want this idiot to know what the consequences will be if offending me."

Faced with the boss's orders, several subordinates naturally would not refuse.

What's more, Babya's hands were scrapped at this time and he had no ability to resist at all, so they didn't have to worry about encountering danger.

"Bastard! Chris, why are you arrogant? You have the ability to kill me!" Babya realized what would happen next, and a hint of fear appeared on his pale face, and he struggled and shouted, "You are just a prisoner captured by the death judge, and you will die sooner or later! Feel less proud!"

"Click..."

Chris clenched his fists and made a sound of bone rubbing, and his face was gloomy and gloomy.

He stepped forward and sat on Babya's abdomen and punched him in the cheek.

"puff!"

Blood flew out of his mouth with several teeth, and Babya's face quickly swollen and a whine sound came from his mouth.

Several Chris men who held him turned their faces. The boss was so cruel. Are you going to kill this guy with his fist?

In fact, Babya was also trying to kill himself.

Although Chris was angry, he was actually in a good mood.

He was angry that Babya had tricked him, but now he has the opportunity to teach him a lesson, and he still feels happy.

But he was so desperate that Babya broke his beautiful fantasy with just one sentence, forcing him to face the bloody reality!

He is just a prisoner captured by the Death Judge!

The mood, which was originally pretty good, instantly became like the cold winter month.

"I'll make you humble, I'll make you humble!" Chris roared in his heart, and banged left and right, punching Babya in the face one by one.

A large amount of blood splashed out, and almost all of the teeth were knocked out. The cheeks were swollen as if there were two tumors.

"Chop him into meat paste for me!" Until Babya lost his voice, Chris still didn't intend to let him go, and ordered several of his men angrily.

But I stood up and stood aside, using my watch to look like a convertible weapon.

From the moment he killed Babya and earned points, the weapon redemption function had been turned on for him.

"I'm xxx! A broken pistol actually needs 5 points! A machete also requires two points. Are you serious, Judge Death, you bastard?"

As a result, the light screen just projected out of the watch, and Chris couldn't help but curse.

He only had a pitiful little point now, and he couldn't even exchange the broken machete in his hand.

And bows and arrows and crossbows require 3 points and 4 points.

So the more expensive submachine gun, Bazooka Chris, didn't even look at it.

He was afraid that his heart would not be able to bear it.

"Bastard, this guy didn't want us to survive at all! How could he kill five hundred people with just these broken iron? Even if he stood there and let me chop, I would be exhausted, right?"

Chris paced back and forth.

Several of his subordinates were very serious about chopping Babya into meat paste, with blood splattering everywhere and full of blood.

At this time, this unlucky arms dealer could no longer see the human form, and could only be described as "a bunch" or "a bunch".

Chris accidentally saw "him" while walking, and his heart couldn't help but roll.

The anger is a little more intense.

"It's almost three hours now, and I've only got a little point. It's only nine hours before the end of the trial. At this progress, it's a question whether I can exchange a pistol before the end. Not to mention killing all sides to get enough points to survive." Chris was extremely upset.
Chapter completed!