Tick tock, tick tock...
Hot blood dripped from the corners of the executioner's mouth, and one could vaguely see that he seemed to be biting something in his mouth and chewing slowly.
As for Imai Xiaoyuzhou, a huge bloody hole suddenly appeared on his thigh, and a huge amount of blood was still spurting out.
Such a bloody, heavy-mouthed, bizarre and cruel scene made many of the audience change color. People like Ichinose Honami and Sakura Airi, who were kind-hearted and didn't like fighting, immediately covered their mouths in discomfort, their faces full of disbelief.
In fact, it wasn't just little girls like them. Even Chabashi Sae, who was supposed to be a reliable adult, turned pale when he saw such a scene.
“Tear it to pieces——!!!”
Katara Saya suddenly stood up by holding the table, but now she was more terrified than excited. Her pretty face, which was originally covered with Shibuya-style makeup, was almost turning blue. She continued to explain herself only because of her strong professionalism.
"A-Contestant Akoya is chewing the 'slice' of Contestant Imai's leg!?"
Pooh!
Akoya Kiyoaki forcefully spat out the chewed flesh and blood in his mouth onto the ground at his feet. He raised his eyes and looked at Imai Xiaoji, who was trembling with fear on his face and all over, with a murderous look.
He exhaled slowly, with a strong smell of blood.
"You are bleeding severely. Stop the bleeding quickly. You cannot die now. You will soon experience firsthand what justice means."
"Huh...huh..."
Aguya Qingqiu's words did not receive any response.
At this moment, Imai's brain was completely blank. He was gasping for breath, and folded his arms in front of him like a teenager who was afraid of the cold. The cold sweat oozing from his forehead blurred the bloodstains. His mouth, which was filled with the taste of rust, kept coming with the sound of teeth chattering. Even the pain caused by the injuries to his thigh and forearm was forgotten.
All that was left was the fear of death that felt like the Grim Reaper's scythe at the throat, penetrating deep into the bone marrow.
Am I really going to die here...
Just as this thought flashed through Imai Xiaozhou's mind, a cold light flashed in Akoya Qingqiu's eyes, which were filled with murderous intent.
"You fool, I'll let you experience it for yourself. Go to hell with your fear of justice!"
After saying that, he suddenly stepped forward and dodged several punches that were thrown by Imai Xiaozuo in panic while he screamed and threw without any plan, and grabbed the latter's swung arm with a casual grab.
The world spun around in an instant, and with a dull thud, Imai Xiaoju was thrown heavily to the ground on his back.
……Eh?
Before Imai could react, Kiyoaki Akoya leaned over and sat on his waist, pressing him down with his body weight. His right thumb popped out like a folding knife drawn from its sheath, and his angular face revealed an expression more like that of a murderer.
"Now let me tell you what justice is!"
"Wait, wait a minute, I admit it--!"
Boom!
Imai's pupils shrank sharply in fear, but before he could utter the word "lose", a strong arm that had blocked all his strikes pressed directly into his mouth, blocking the rest of the words back into his throat. He could only make a completely meaningless humming sound.
"Be quiet and don't bite your tongue."
After saying this last sentence, Aguya Qingqiu swung his right hand down violently.
puff!
Blood splattered again, and the executioner's thumb pierced into the boy's ribs like a sharp dagger.
At this moment, Imai Xiaozhou, who should have been completely suppressed on the ground, had his pupils contracted to the extreme, and his body began to tremble violently like a fish fried in high-temperature oil, and an inhuman and miserable wail broke out from the depths of his throat.
"Do you understand, Imai Cosmo? This is the pain that 'good people' sell. Good people will suffer in any era. Evil people are rampant and the world is in a state of decadence and hopelessness... It is simply hopeless!!"
Aguya Qingqiu's face became more and more distorted and hateful, and he continued to increase the strength of his hands.
This behavior, which was not intended to determine the winner but was a one-sided venting of anger and torture, soon became unbearable for the audience, who began to speak out in condemnation.
"Stop!!!"
"That's enough! You lunatic!!!"
"If this continues, someone is going to die!!!"
The sounds of cursing came from all directions, but Aguya Qingqiu remained unmoved.
Just as he pulled out his thumb and was about to pierce another rib, a lazy male voice suddenly came out clearly from the broadcast in the stadium.
"Hey~ah~test, test~"
what! ?
This was obviously not Katahara Shoka's voice.
Just when everyone was distracted by the sudden sound and looked in the same direction, they saw that Katara Shoka had disappeared from the public speaking stage. Instead, Wu Yi was sitting in her seat with her legs crossed on the table in front of her, holding a microphone in her hand, looking very leisurely.
"Well, one of the players in this match has a very heavy and perverted fighting style, which caused Sister Meixiang to feel a little unwell temporarily. As for who it was, I won't mention the name, but I will take over the commentary of this match for the time being."
"So--"
Wu Yi took a deep breath, changed his previous lazy tone, and adopted a standard broadcasting tone.
"Welcome everyone to watch the commentary of the first match of the second round of the Kengan Zemei Elimination Tournament provided by Wu Yi Shoji. I am the host, Wu Yi."
"So far, the highlight of this match is that Akoya taught by example the justice he upholds. Driven by the power of justice, he had an absolute upper hand in the battle with Imai, and brutally tortured Imai in the name of justice."
"Contestant Aguya has taught us with his own actions that if we want to become a righteous man like him, we must learn to bite people's thighs and kidneys, continue to inhumanely and bloodily torture opponents who have lost the ability to resist, and most importantly-"
Wu Yi paused here, and the voice that had reached its climax instantly calmed down.
"Remember to label yourself as a righteous person. Otherwise, someone who can do such a thing doesn't look like a people's policeman at all. Instead, he looks more like a psychopath."
"Now, let us all stand up and give a big round of applause to the psychopath... oh no, it should be the self-proclaimed righteous cop!"
Volume 590: Chapter Any evil will be brought to justice!
After he finished speaking, the whole place fell silent.
The muscles on everyone's face were fixed at the angle called "F*ck".
Everyone thought it was just a temporary broadcast accident of Kengankai, but they didn't expect that this accident would be so impressive and exciting.
This is not an explanation at all, it is clearly a naked mockery of the perverted cops and hypocritical detectives!
So scolding!
All the surprises were transformed into exhilarating satisfaction in a very short time, just like eating a bowl of spicy tofu pudding, or as satisfying as beating up a long-standing enemy.
Half a second later, applause louder than that in the big meeting on TV news rang out from all over the auditorium, mixed with undisguised cheers and whistles, pouring down towards the center of the stadium like an inverted waterfall, instantly sweeping away the previous depressing and bad atmosphere.
Even Agutani Kiyoaki, who was busy "executing justice", paused, and a look of confused surprise and anger flashed across his face, which was filled with murderous intent and brutality.
“Ha…hahahaha! Eriyang, did you hear that? Did you hear that?”
At the same time, in the box located at the highest point of the stadium, Katahara Metō, who had been sitting in his seat watching the game on the field below, burst into laughter. His gray beard trembled with laughter, and he slapped the handrails wildly and called out to his old friend beside him in a very unruly manner.
"No wonder Xiaoyi just called me and told me that she wanted to add some fun to the game. It really is interesting. Hey, Huiliyang, are you listening?"
"…I'm listening. Can you be quiet, Mietang?"
The excessive noise caused veins to bulge on the forehead of the First Generation Destroyer Fang.
Wang Senzhengdao at the back took a step forward and bowed slightly.
"But sir, is this really okay? If we let him do whatever he wants, the pre-arranged schedule will likely be disrupted..."
"Just disrupt it. Isn't the purpose of plans to be disrupted anyway?"
Katara Metō waved his hand dismissively.
"Don't think too much, Wang Sen. You've been with me for so many years, don't you understand? People should be smart about big things and careless about small things. It's okay to be casual about such harmless details."
"Yes."
Without any hesitation, Wang Senzheng bowed his head and said respectfully.
A harmless little detail... Only President Katahara could say this so lightly.
You have to know that in this desperate elimination match, almost all companies and fighters come to participate with their own ambitions. It can be said that they come here to win the championship.
From the current battle situation on the field, any discerning person can see that Imai Koyuro has no chance of winning. If the battle continues, the only one who will die will be Imai Koyuro, and the winner will definitely be Akotani Kiyoaki.
But if Wu Yi is allowed to continue provoking like this, Aguya Qingqiu, who is filled with murderous intent, might give up on his opponent and change his target to attack someone who has nothing to do with the game.
But that would undoubtedly be a violation of the rules. Ruo Ying would be punished by being disqualified from the competition, and the result of the competition would also be rewritten.
There is no way Katara Metō didn't understand this, but he could still say something like "a harmless little detail" nonchalantly.
The only possibility is that in Katahara Metsudo's view, Wakasakura's life is dispensable in this elimination match, and no matter how much advantage Akoya Kiyoaki has now, he will not be able to win the championship in the end.
In the end there will only be two kinds of people in this game, winners and losers.
The successful one wins the championship and sits on the president's throne, and the loser is still a loser even if he comes in second, no different from the last one.
Since there is no difference, it doesn’t matter whether you exit early or late.
"Huh~ To be honest, I never thought I had a talent for hosting talk shows."
At the commentary desk, Wu Yi let out a leisurely breath, muttered to himself, and picked up the microphone again.
"In this match, I think Akoya said something very well. In any era, kind people will suffer from being ravaged, while evil people can run rampant. According to this logic, Akoya, who claims to represent the righteous side, should be the one being ravaged. For example... was his teeth and thumb ravaged by Imai's flesh and ribs?"
"Don't laugh, everyone. Although the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, but I, Akoya, whose way of thinking is obviously different from that of ordinary people, may not necessarily think so."
"After all, even though Akoya's so-called justice is to slaughter all opponents who have no grudges or disputes with him, or even strangers, like a mad dog, even though his actions undoubtedly belong to the side of the 'evil' he calls, as long as he believes that he is on the side of justice, then he is on the side of justice."
"Any evil will be brought to justice!"
Wu Yi stood with his legs crossed on the table in front of him, his voice rising and falling in a rhythmic manner.
If his first two statements were somewhat restrained and just hints, then now it has completely gone beyond the scope of commentary and started to openly mock, making the audience in the entire stadium laugh so hard that they are rolling on the floor.
The only two people who didn't laugh were Imai Xiaoyuko, who was still lying on the ground with hazy eyes. He had lost consciousness due to the pain before, so he didn't hear a word Wu Yi said.
There is also Kiyoaki Akoya.
While Wu Yi was still holding the microphone and talking, he let go of Imai Xiaoyuzhou, stood up from the ground, and walked towards the commentary desk step by step with cold eyes.
"Oh~ it's coming, it's coming, it's coming!"
Somewhere in the audience, Guan Linchun, who had also successfully advanced in the first round the day before yesterday, used his arm, which was as thick as someone's thigh, to hook the shoulder of a white-haired, brown-skinned young man who seemed to have a broken arm and a cast. He looked extremely excited.
"Himuro and Kaneda, come and watch this! It turns out that this kind of competition is really interesting. I told you that this guy has a talent for wrestling!"
"I know, Guan Lin, please calm down, my arm is still broken..."
The white-haired man looked helpless.
At the same time, Kiyoaki Aguya had already arrived at the commentary stand.
The commentary desk is actually also inside the field, located at the edge of the field, one step higher than the battle field.
The executioner looked at the big demon behind the commentary desk with murderous intent, who was still leisurely sitting with his legs crossed, and spoke softly with gnashed teeth.
"Are you evil too?"
"……I?"
Wu Yi tilted his head and thought about this question seriously.
"Honestly, since you can ask such a question, I can only suggest that you go see a neurologist. But I'm afraid that after you see the examination report, you will think that neurologists are evil, and in a rage, you will kill the talent that has worked hard for more than ten or twenty years. So you just have to make do with your binary brain circuit thinking in the name of the father (PS: anyone who stands in the way is guilty)."
Having said that, Wu Yi paused, put down his legs, sat up straight, leaned forward slightly, and moved closer to Aguya Qingqiu and looked at him.
"What I want to say is, even if I am evil, what can you do to me? Are you a hypocrite who claims to be controlled by the urge to kill but actually enjoys the pleasure of killing others?"
While saying this, the microphone in Wu Yi's hand was not turned off, and every word of the conversation between the two was transmitted to the ears of every audience member through the in-venue broadcast.
Due to extreme anger, Aguya Qingqiu's cheeks twitched slightly, and his eyes, which were already red like a murderer, became more bloodshot.
"In the name of justice, enforce sanctions!"
"Huh? Then why don't you give it a try?"
The smile on Wu Yi's face suddenly disappeared, and he began to speak word by word.
"I'll kill you."
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I ate the pan-fried buns and am now ejaculating. The third update will be later...
Volume 591: Chapter : They Are Brothers
"Contestant Akoya! Contestant Akoya! Please stop and return to the game immediately! Otherwise it will be considered a foul!"
Seeing that Agutani Kiyoaki was about to give up the game and start a fight with the commentary, the referee in charge of deciding the outcome of the game tried to stop him with a loud voice.
