Hearing his words, the obese middle-aged man's face changed slightly.
He originally wanted others to grab all the food allocated today and prevent Du Dian from eating.
Then at night, he would let others take turns to consume Du Dian's energy and prevent him from sleeping.
When Dudian's energy is exhausted, he can be easily eliminated without any effort and allowed to be played with.
Unexpectedly, these two jailers have an unexpected incident.
There was a ruthless look in his eyes.
Although he was annoyed that the two jailers were meddling in their own business, he was not afraid.
Not to mention a scarred child, even a strong wolf, he would dare to pounce on him and take a few bites.
"Let's begin."
The jailer who knew Dudian said with a smile: "If we can't decide the winner, both of us will eat dirt."
The obese middle-aged man took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the straw mat.
Although the bite on his foot hurt slightly, when he was really facing the battle, he was able to restrain himself and walked steadily towards Dudian step by step.
Come over.
Dudian leaned against the iron cage, frowning at the dull pain all over his body.
As he watched the obese middle-aged man approaching slowly, he suddenly raised his head and said to the jailer behind him, "Can I admit defeat?"
The jailer smiled and said: "Little guy, you'd better not spoil my fun.
Everyone is watching.
Don't worry, this fat pig doesn't dare to kill you.
We are the only ones who can execute scum like you."
The obese middle-aged man kneaded his fists and said with a ferocious smile: "Boy, the person you should beg for mercy from is me.
Call me ancestor and I will punch you less."
Dudian retracted his gaze, sighed, and murmured: "It's a pity that I don't want offspring as stupid as yours."
"You are looking for death."
The flesh on the fat middle-aged man's face twitched, and his eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.
However, he did not become careless due to his irritation.
Being in this prison, he knew the roles of the people who could come in.
He immediately took a deep breath, looked at the injured part of Dudian's shoulder, his eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly raised his foot and swept out.
Whoosh The wind whistled at the feet with great force.
Dudian stared at him coldly, like a tiger bowing on the ground.
Watching the kick coming, he raised his arms slightly.
Seeing him raise his arm, the fat middle-aged man's kick immediately stopped.
It was a feint.
Dudian's arm also fell.
The obese middle-aged man sneered secretly in his heart.
Fighting with me, he raised his foot again, another powerful kick.
Dudian saw him lifting his feet and raising his arms slightly.
The obese middle-aged man pulled back his feet again, another feint.
He took a few steps, changed his angle, and continued to kick.
Again, this time it was still a feint.
Such seven or eight consecutive kicks are all feints.
As the saying goes, nothing matters more than three shots.
With so many feints in a row, no one can be sure whether the opponent's next attack will be a real one.
The advantage of feinting is that it can deceive the opponent into concentrating on defense every time, which consumes a lot of physical strength, energy, and patience.
There is almost a huge difference in the damage suffered by a person who is undefended and prepared.
"Fat pig, can you do it?"
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"If you are so timid, you must be fat and weak-minded."
The people in other cells nearby yelled.
Although the words were full of ridicule, everyone secretly cursed the fat pig for being cunning and using such a dirty trick to deal with an injured kid.
However, thinking of the words of the previous jailer, no one dared to look down upon Dudian.
On the first day he came in, he let a jailer lie down and leave.
It didn't take much thinking to know that such a character was extremely difficult to deal with.
The obese middle-aged man was not affected by other people at all, and did not decide to attack because of other people's ridicule.
However, he had a very angry look on his face, which almost made the onlookers in other cells think that he was really hurt.
They didn't want to be provoked and took action.
However, when they saw another feint attack, everyone suddenly lost their temper, and even the ridicule felt boring.
Another seven or eight consecutive feint attacks.
Dudian defended every time, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
Perhaps it was because he was too tired.
Sometimes when he saw a fat middle-aged man kicking him, he was too lazy to defend.
In vain, the obese middle-aged man swept his legs out in almost the same posture as before.
The moment he was kicked out, the obese middle-aged man's tiny eyes revealed a murderous intent.
Everyone thought that this kick was another feint and would be withdrawn halfway.
However, this time it didn't happen.
Instead, he kicked Dudian directly on the shoulder, which made everyone feel shocked.
Dudian, who had been panting slightly, suddenly stopped panting at this moment.
The arm that had been almost unable to be raised before was suddenly raised this time, as fast as lightning, and grasped the fat middle-aged man's foot as accurately as an eagle's claw.
Pull out of the cell at the back At this moment, everyone suddenly noticed that Dudian's arm had reached out through the iron pillar of the cage at some unknown time.
And this pull directly pulled the fat middle-aged man's feet out from the middle of the steel pillar.
The latter suddenly did a big split, and his body was unbalanced and fell to the ground.
The movement of his arms pulled on the steel nails at his shoulder blades, causing Dudian to grit his teeth in pain.
He suddenly stepped out from a sitting position, and when the opponent fell down, he grabbed his hair with his left hand and threw it to the ground.
Originally, due to the penetration of the steel nails at the shoulder blades, his arms not only suffered severe pain, but also made him unable to exert strength.
However, after the previous slow induction, Dudian found that his left hand could still exert strength.
He had previously hit To retreat from the others, I relied on the strength of my left hand.
The left hand was eroded by the cold crystal and lost all feeling.
Although the internal muscles would still affect the steel nail at the shoulder blade when moving, it could exert the same power as before.
However, the greater the burst of force, the greater the movement of the steel nail. , the pain will be more severe.
However, he knew that this was the hope he had to seize.
His strong desire to survive and the pain that almost forced him to explode exploded with all his strength.
Bang, the obese middle-aged man's forehead hit the ground hard, especially the split position, which almost made him faint from the pain.
The pain in his waist, spine and crotch made him want to scream.
Although he had done many bad things, But it doesn't mean that he tolerates pain very much.
Dudian gritted his teeth and grabbed his hair.
Before he could grab it with his backhand, he thrust out his fingers.
Two pops sounded almost at the same time.
The index finger and middle finger of his left hand were inserted deeply into the fat middle-aged man's eye sockets.
The two eyeballs were immediately squeezed out, but Du Di'an's fingers were pushed downwards and locked tightly.
Keep swinging from side to side.
"Ahhh" The obese middle-aged man was almost crazy with pain, and he raised his arms and beat him randomly.
A random punch hit Dudian's flank, causing injuries caused by the previous torture.
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Dudian's face turned pale.
Seeing that his eyes were blind, he immediately loosened his fingers, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground, gasping for air.
His previous best opportunity was to take advantage of the opponent's feint attack and take the initiative to sneak attack.
When a person is feinting, that is when his awareness of defense is at its weakest.
However, he did not choose this better time to attack because he was really unable to take the initiative.
The pain all over his body and the injuries caused by torture on his feet would affect his ability to fight.
The success rate of his sneak attack was low, so he had no choice but to resort to tricks
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