Lin Fei watched the opponent's movements; it was fast, really fast. An ordinary person could probably only see a black shadow flash by, that's how fast it was. Lin Fei saw a prisoner killed instantly, without even having a chance to react.
The young man in black, who was Jiang Ming, looked at Lin Fei, then turned and walked away. Seeing Lin Fei's smile made him uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do about it.
At this moment, Lin Fei finally had to go on stage again, but against this opponent, he had no mood to continue competing seriously, because the opponent was a very sloppy person. Lin Fei didn't want him near, as he specialized in close combat and always tried to get close to Lin Fei. In the end, Lin Fei directly condensed a Demon Sword in front of his chest, and in an instant, the opponent rushed over, piercing his own body.
"Poof!"
What left Lin Fei speechless was that after the guy died, he actually spat on Lin Fei, then smiled.
