A flash of the blade, and the burly man's head flew high into the air. Blood erupted from his neck like a fountain!
THUD.
The burly man's body collapsed to the ground.
Wen Yu had killed this professionist, who had a physical fitness of about 25 points, in a single strike!
Smelling the scent of food, Cyclops immediately got up, ran to the corpse, and began to tear into it ravenously.
"This reckless trash really disgusts me!" Wen Yu said, looking at the corpse on the ground.
Actually, it couldn't quite be called taunting, as Wen Yu's voice was loud enough for everyone present to hear.
"Here's a piece of advice for all of you! Anyone with physical fitness below 30 points, don't come up here seeking death! You may not fear death, but I'm getting tired of killing!"
The professionists present had yet to recover from the shock of the instant kill. They watched, stunned, as the previously arrogant professionist was beheaded by Wen Yu as easily as a chicken!
