Chapter 242 The Knife Is the World, Final Hit.

"Dum dum..." A few loud bangs that came out when the knife touched the stick. "Boom..." The roar of the mace sounded when it fell to the ground. Everyone saw the sawdust fluttering, and heard a thunderous roar. One second...five seconds...ten seconds...twenty seconds... Finally, the sawdust fell to the ground, and the roaring sound gradually disappeared. Everyone stared at the people in the arena. They wanted to know who won and who lost. The Fat Leopard was on the ground. his chest was undulating, his mouth was wide and gasping, and his blood was criss-crossing, especially the blood on his shoulders flowing down. He had already dyed his half body and looked shocked. Nie Jingshan's Devil Blade was in his hand, the knife tip was on the ground, his face was pale, his mouth had a trace of blood, and huge sweat beads covered his forehead. His chest was heaving, and gasped heavily. On the surface, it seemed that the Fat Leopard, who was stronger, had defeated