Chapter 111:This is my cell phone number, next time you send a text message, send it to this cell phone

Elon didn't say anything.

  He waited, waited for ten seconds to pass.

  Ten seconds flew by.

  The boy, instead of moving the stool over, came charging up with his fists swinging.

  Bang.

  Elon allowed the punch to land on his chest.

  The full force of a boy's blow doesn't hurt.

  Elon said indifferently, "Now with your dog eyes, can you see clearly?"

  "You're no match for me."

  The boy's eyes rounded with horror, and he staggered back in shock.

  That punch just now was really unreserved.

  The strength to eat is taken out.

  And the result?

  Elon didn't even take even half a step backward.

  How is that possible?

  Is this still human?

  Elon continued, "Now, ten seconds have passed."

  The boy finally reacted to the fact that Elon had just given him ten seconds to move the stool.

  But he didn't.

  Instead, he chose to strike out and attack.

  "I'm moving!"

  He cried out hastily.

  There's definitely a way to live if you move stools now.

  But Elon won't give him another chance.

  Reaching out, the boy was pulled back and flung to the ground.

  Lift your foot.

  Click!

  The sound was crisp and clear.

  The boy's foot, crushed on the spot.

  Elon treated it as if he hadn't heard and stomped on his other leg.

  He was then kicked out of the classroom.

  "Bullying trash."

  "You were told to come here so that you could study well, not so that you could come and bully the flowers of the motherland."

  Elon still feels a little bad luck.

  Then he looked to the other boy, who had just laughed loudly as well, but now, he was frozen and half-voiced.

  Taken a look by Elon.

  His legs instantly went weak and ached.

  Not waiting for Elon to speak.

  "I'd give her the stool!"

  He immediately stood up and raised the stool over his head with both hands, then placed it in the girl's place.

  "Roll."

  Elon said one word to him.

  The boy, instantly crouched on the floor, then tumbled back to his seat.

  Elon said to the girl, "Now there's a stool, sit down."

  The girl looked puzzled.

  Because she couldn't see, she didn't know what was going on.

  Still, she said out of habit, "Thank you."

  Elon said, "You're welcome."

  "Thanks if you must."

  "Thanks Justice!"

  With that, he turned and walked back to his seat and sat down.

  The three players next to him, now all looked at Elon with shocked faces.

  What kind of person is this?

  So fierce!

  Without a word, he kicked the class bully right out.

  Say scrap, no hesitation at all.

  Killing and decisive.

  Tough guy.

  The fat man closest to him shivered and hastily moved his stool away from Elon.

  The classroom was silent.

  All the students were quietly ogling Elon.

  Knock knock.

  Just at that moment, heavy footsteps came from outside the classroom.

  The footsteps caught Elon's attention.

  Look toward the outside.

  "What's that, blocking the hallway?"

  A hoarse voice rang out.

  Click!

  "Ah!"

  A scream.

  It's from the boy who just got kicked out.

  It was followed by a pool of blood splattered against the green doorway.

  The classroom was taken aback.

  Next moment.

  A tall figure carrying a blood-stained greatsword walked in.

  The man is too tall.

  So much so that you have to bend over when you walk into the classroom.

  And the large knife he carried was still an enlarged hog-killing knife, sharp and heavy and cold.

  The knife is still stained with blood.

  That's the blood of the boy who was just there.

  Elon commented, "Now that junk is getting instrumental."

  The three players immediately looked at Elon.

  Do you have some misconception about One Watch?

  A man is cut in half and he's still a good judge of character?

  The rough-looking man, from the large knife stuck in the ground, then pulled out a box from under the podium.

  The case was loaded with many cell phones.

  He took four random units and threw them at Elon.

  Because they are the only players here.

  The phone just came in and turned itself on.

  A text message popped up as soon as the boot was finished.

  "Nice to meet you guys."

  Leave a name: "Emperor."

  "Done."

  With a look of despair, Fatty said, "The Emperor's Game, it's on."

  The moment you get a cell phone, the emperor game, even if it is the real beginning.

  Because at any moment you may receive an order from the Emperor.

  Ding Dong.

  On Elon's side, he received another text message.

  "I saw the footage of your heroic rescue just now, well done."

  Still from the Emperor.

  Elon corrected her, "That's classmates helping each other."

  Then another message was sent to the Emperor.

  "One more thing."

  "Here's my cell phone number, text this number next time."

  "That's a shitty cell phone you gave me."

  Sent out.

  Just turn it off and throw it away.

  The three players next to him were dumbfounded.

  I'm super.

  This man, he threw away the cell phone given by the Emperor?

  Don't kill yourself!

  How dare you throw away the cell phone that the Emperor uses to issue missions?

  Knock-knock.

  From the podium, the tall man came down carrying a killing knife.

  He stops in front of Elon, and the other three human players are scared and run away from him.

  Lest the blood from Elon's body splatter them when they did it later.

  "Pick up the phone."

  The gruff man ordered.

  Elon stands up, walks over to the phone, and crushes it with his foot.

  "You!"

  The man froze, this was the first time he had seen this.

  How dare someone destroy this phone?

  "You have violated the Emperor's order and deserve to be executed!"

  The words fell.

  He raised the killing knife in his hand high in the air and brought it down in a slash towards Elon's neck.

  But.

  With just two fingers, Elon caught the slashing machete.

  Then a gentle pinch.

  Click.

  The pig-killing knife snapped from its center position on the spot.

  Elon looked up, at the man, and said, "Do you remember how many people you've killed?"

  The man is fuming.

  You're right, aren't you?

  One's own murderous blade was actually pinched and broken by a human, with two fingers?

  Is that possible?

  That's not possible!

  The district is only human.

  How could it be so powerful.

  This kind of power, even he did not possess.

  Hearing Elon's words.

  He forced down his shock and asked coldly in return, "Do you remember how much bread you've eaten?"

  "That's just uncountable."

  Elon smiled faintly, then punched the man in the stomach.

  Boom!

  A wave of air that instantly penetrated the man's abdomen and rushed out from his back.

  The back of his shirt exploded.

  This wave of air crashed into the podium, and the entire podium exploded on the spot.

  Broken cell phones fell all over the place.

  Stomp--

  The tall man's face was bloodless from the punch, and he staggered back seven or eight steps before he managed to stand still.

  By the time he stood still, the second punch was already coming.

  Boom!

  The same wave of air exploded.

  The man's mouth spurted blood from his nose, and he was imprinted on the wall with a punch, the kind that couldn't be buckled.

  Now he was staring blankly, his eyes darting, his hair falling out, and he was delirious.

  Elon shrugged it off and took him in stride.

  His left hand lifted upwards, propping his head up so he wouldn't spit blood all over himself later.

  Then a right hand, a brazen punch.

  Boom!

  With each punch, the classroom shook violently.

  In the classroom, dust was falling and the desks and benches, were vibrating.