A bitter voice sounded, and the man's wrist was broken by number eight, but this fellow is also a tough man, suffering from such severe pain, and there is no ghost crying wolf.

"You're all going to die." The man's eyes became scarlet, and at this moment, with a desperate strike, he pulled out his other hand, clenched his fist, and smashed it into the head of Number Eight.

However, No. 8 reacted faster than he did. At this time, he raised his foot and kicked him, then he was kicked and flew.

"I'm familiar with your fighting style, but it's too bad. You're far from my opponent." Old man...