Chapter 140 Is He really...not Afraid of Death?

"Medical team, hurry up and rescue the wounded!"

The medical team rushed to the edge of the ring in a panic.

"No..."

"My teammates, the game is not over yet."

Guan Shan stood in front of the medical team coldly, his fists clenched tightly together, blood kept flowing between his fingers.

"If you keep fighting, someone will die!" The staff of the medical team was a little anxious.

"Hey! Referee, say something! Don't you see that the child is almost dead?" Seeing that Guan Shan refused to give way, the staff could only shout to the referee for help.

"The contestant has not fallen to the ground, has not left the ring, and his superpowers have not been exhausted."

"If the contestant does not surrender, the battle will not end."

The referee deliberately said "if the contestant does not surrender" very loudly and repeated it three times.

Qiao Jiang on the stage slowly raised his right hand, and blood bubbles kept coming out of his mouth.

Just when everyone thought that he was finally going to raise his hands to surrender.

The trembling palm slowly bent, leaving a straight middle finger.

"Fuck... you... cough... cough... Grandpa..."

Every time he said a word, a little bit of air would escape from Qiao Jiang's lungs.

When the last word was finished, only the bubbling sound of "gurgle" and "gurgle" remained in his throat, and he could no longer utter a complete word.

Jiaming, who had been suppressing his own strength, was completely ignited by Qiao Jiang.

He slowly leaned close to Qiao Jiang's ear and said coldly, "If it weren't for the big competition not allowing killing, you would have died many, many times, do you know..."

"Ant!"

Jiaming grabbed Qiao Jiang's arm and rotated it inward violently, and the hidden power was quickly transmitted on his arm.

"Crack"

Qiao Jiang's arm broke with a sound, and it folded and bent horribly, as if it was twisted into a twist.

The white bones pierced the skin, and blood and flesh splattered.

Qiao Jiang bit his back teeth tightly, and his whole face was twisted together because of pain.

Jiaming released his hand that was pinching his neck and kicked out, bending Qiao Jiang's right leg to 90 degrees.

He pressed Qiao Jiang's face and pushed him backwards, causing him to fall down. The bright red blood oozed out from his back, staining the whole area.

"Hurry up and count down!" Jiaming no longer looked like a rookie who had won by chance. He was like a mad beast, roaring at the referee fiercely.

Jiaming had been the most ruthless in the competition so far, beating Qiao Jiang to death.

The referee was stunned by his madness, and it took him a long time to react. He counted down quickly.

"Ten"

"Nine"

"Eight"

...

"Two"

The referee's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at the bloody man on the ground with horror.

Qiao Jiang supported the ground with one hand and slowly climbed up.

His eyes were completely blind, his right hand and right leg were completely useless, and he could only rely on his left half of his body to sit up reluctantly.

After a stumble, Qiao Jiang almost fell to the ground again.

But he relied on his last will.

Or...

His last instinct.

He straightened up with a trembling body.

"Fuck... you..."

"Cough cough... cough..."

His voice was very weak, only outgoing air was left, no incoming air.

Blood flowed down his forehead, mouth, and nostrils, dripping on his chest and sliding to the ground.

"Go to hell!" Jiaming was completely enraged, and his bloodthirsty instinct could no longer be suppressed.

He rushed out in one step, and his figure turned into a residual image.

He threw a punch, and even made a sound of breaking wind.

Bang——

Qiao Jiang flew backwards again, rolling on the ring for more than ten rounds before stopping.

The horrible bloodstains followed his flying trajectory, dyeing half of the ring red.

Even the most belligerent audience couldn't help but cover their eyes when they saw this scene.

Those parents who brought their children to watch the game even blocked their children behind themselves to prevent them from seeing this tragic scene.

Originally, all the students of all the colleges, after their own colleges were eliminated, all turned to support Jiaming, just to see him avenge themselves and bring down the military academy.

But everyone was convinced by Qiao Jiang's unyielding spirit.

Everyone had a thought in their mind.

If it were me, would I still insist on not surrendering at this time?

The people of the military academy...

Are they really not afraid of death? ?

Jiaming resisted the desire to kill in his heart and walked to Qiao Jiang's side trembling all over.

As long as this person dared to get up again, he would kill this annoying bug with his own hands!

"Ten"

"Nine"

"Eight"

The countdown sounded again, and this time it was obviously faster than the last time.

"Two"

"One"

"The winner of this match is Qingtian College Jia..."

"Wow!!!"

Just when the referee was about to call out the winner, the whole audience exclaimed in unison.

The referee turned his head in disbelief and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

Qiao Jiang climbed up again, his left hand subconsciously touched his waist, and made a knife-holding gesture.

It seemed that this young man would stand up in the next second and charge again!

...

"You want to die so much..."

"Then go to die!"

A flash of scarlet flashed across Jiaming's eyes. He ignored the referee's presence and rushed forward with a punch.

Snap——

A bloody hand grabbed Jiaming's arm from midair.

He turned his head viciously and looked at the person who came.

But he only saw a pair of eyes that were colder than the most brutal demons.

The bone-piercing coldness actually suppressed Jiaming's desire to kill.

"Qiao Jiang has fainted, you win."

"If you dare to do it again, I will kill you on the spot even in front of the entire human race."

Guanshan's voice was extremely cold, and even his palms were covered with a faint frost.

Jiaming's eyes glanced forward.

Qiao Jiang was not ready to charge, he had completely lost consciousness, but his body still followed the instinct of fighting and made a posture of holding a knife and charging...

Jiaming dispersed the superpowers in his body, and Guanshan also loosened his tightly clenched arms.

Behind the two of them, there were shouts.

Except for the seriously injured Wang Sheng, all the members of Class 197 ran to the ring and helped the medical team carry Qiao Jiang away.

Qiao Xiaohui had already cried like a tearful person, constantly calling her brother's name.

The others were not much better, and their hands and feet were shaking with nervousness.

"What did you do to Qiao Jiang today?"

"Tomorrow, I will repay you double."

There was no threat in Guan Shan's voice, but it was more like a statement of a fact that would definitely happen.

"If you have the ability..."

"Come and try."

Jiaming snorted, turned his head and jumped off the ring.

"What a trouble..."

"Why don't you allow killing..."

Jiaming muttered while speeding up his pace...