Abin walked very slowly. In sharp contrast to Jiang Xing's dazzling skills just now, he even looked a little clumsy.

A seemingly taciturn young man was holding a short, sharp knife that looked like a butcher's knife in his hand. He was walking awkwardly on a pillar on the lake. He looked like he might fall off at any time if he wasn't careful.

Such a scene once again attracted ridicule from the Xia family.

"Is there no one left in the old Qin family? Why did you bring all this stuff?"

"You're like this. If you still want to fight our Brother Xing, go ahead and eat shit!"

"I guess I can't even resist three moves."

"Brother Xing, don't show mercy! Beat him hard and throw him into the lake to feed the fish!"

All kinds of clamoring sounds were heard in the dust.

Abin was not affected at all by this. He seemed not to hear it at all, and concentrated on walking along the pillars on the lake, his face as calm as the lake below.

"As expected of a professional killer, Abin is becoming more and more mature." Zhui Feng's eyes showed a hint of approval.

Qin Tian, ​​Lao Ma and others looked at each other and smiled.

In contrast to Abin, who is clumsy in the eyes of others, in their eyes, this is Abin's professional performance.

A killer spends all his energy on killing the other person.

In addition, no energy will be wasted on any useless things.

Like Jiang Xing, before the war started, he shouted and showed off his skills in various ways, seemingly winning praise from others and achieving the purpose of showing off his power.

In fact, the energy and spirit were already revealed before the war started.

This is a taboo for military strategists.

If you meet your opponent in chess, the slightest mistake may kill him!

Finally, Abin came to the arena in the middle of the lake.

Jiang Xing couldn't wait any longer, and what's more, he had to deal with Qin Tian. As a result, not only Qin Tian didn't come, but also a few other cool-looking guys didn't come either.

Just send him such a taciturn young man who looks like a country boy?

Jiang Xing became even more angry.

He pointed his sword at Abin and said loudly: "Little guy, I advise you, if you don't want to die, go back quickly and let Qin Tian come up!"

"Grandpa, I am compassionate and don't want to kill an unknown person like you!"

"Go back!"

Abin didn't have any idea. He looked at Jiang Xing calmly and whispered: "I will fight in this first game."

"Now that I'm here, I won't go back again."

Jiang Xing said angrily: "Little guy, you're quite cool!"

"Tell me, what's your name? Grandpa's sword will make you an unknown person!"

Abin shook his head and said slowly: "We are here to compete, and the name is not important. You just need to remember that I am your opponent, and I am the one who wants to defeat you, or even kill you."

"What did you say?" Jiang Xing laughed angrily, and when he became angry, he shouted, swung his two swords, and was about to chop at Abin.

"Wait a minute!" Unexpectedly, Abin, who had always been calm, suddenly shouted to stop him.

Um?

Jiang Xing was stunned for a moment, then he put the knife away and sneered: "Why, you know you're afraid before I even draw the knife?"

"You know you're scared, so go back quickly! Qin Tian comes up instead!"

Abin shook his head and said seriously: "I just suddenly have a question and I want to ask it clearly."

He turned around and looked at Qin Tian, ​​just like an honest student asking a question to the teacher, and said loudly: "I want to know, to what extent does this kind of competition go?"

“How do you count winning and how do you count losing?”
Chapter completed!