Crazy words and their fervent and cruel voices filled the room.

On the raceway of the death contest, he still stood motionless when he saw the solitary evil. Every sound around him seemed like a gust of air, but he was just a rock-solid man.

"How do you want to die? A disabled man?" Just listen to the butcher's suddenly white face in that grinning, his vicious eyes staring at the front of the solitary evil asked.

Listening to the "butcher" in front of him, Du Guxie raised his cold eyes and looked at him.

No words.

"What? Aren't you just disabled? Is it still a mute? The butcher continued...