"What a panic? At worst, you can beat them to death. You can beat them all up."

Li Si comforted speechlessly.

At this time, it seemed that everyone had arrived. Modal's leader Dilu Modal stood up from his seat. First, he made a regular speech to motivate the atmosphere, but then the style suddenly changed.

"Huha! Huha! Huha!"

"Huha! Huha! Huha!"

A group of indigenous people were driven over again, and under the guidance of Dilu Modal, they shouted and provoked a strange dance.

Probably, he bent and spread his arms like a toad, then stepped back and forth on the ground with his left and right feet, which looked funny and weird.

"Depending on the proficiency of this business... Isn't this black fat man a real African chief in reality, right?"

Seeing Dilu's skillful indigenous language and movements, a black thread hung on Li Si's forehead.

I heard that many indigenous tribes would dance sacrificial dances when they were performing some kind of activities, and Dilu Modal had such a ritual sense of ritual. They built a ring and danced indigenous dances...

Is this the legendary true African chief?

Well, are there any African tribes in reality? I really haven’t learned about this. It seems that Africa has learned to develop a federal system, right?

Could it be that this black fat man inherited the noble Non-Chief bloodline and bloodline inheritance?

With the increased brain activity of R&D skills, Li Si's thoughts unknowingly diverged and turned into messy distractions.

...

"Sorry, professional habits, it always feels not formal if you don't have an opening ceremony."

After a dance, Dilu Modal came back, smiled at the few people in a friendly manner and sat back in his seat.

(?'?Д?')!!

"I'll just get my job, Is this guy really an African chief who changed his career?"

Li Si, who was finally pulled back to his senses by the voice of speaking, almost fell from his seat again.

"It's all over the fight, and I've made so many messy things."

Cyril Klos curled his lips and said, "Let's start right, I'll let Carl play in the first round."

Cyril Klos was obviously confident.

The rules of the game Lis has already learned from Sen Angus.

Compared to the very "sovereign" opening ceremony, the rules of the three parties' matches are simple and crude, without any rules. Each party sends one person to the court, and the winner continues to play with the other, and the winner is the winner in the end. The entire game is compared with five rounds. If you win the next round, you will get one-fifth of the resource output in the mine.

In this case, it is basically a pure competition of strength. The only thing that can be found is the order of sending people.

If someone is sent out first, it is naturally easier for the other two parties to send out comparable opponents in a targeted manner. It is impossible for Cyril Klos to be the first to stand up without being extremely confident in his own strength.

"Since that's the case, I won't be fooled anymore. Luoda, go up and play with Carl."

Delu Modal smiled when he saw this, and pointed out one among the many members of the Retriever organization standing behind him.

However, Dilu Modal's performance made Sen Angus look as if he was ashen.

These two people obviously did not take them Angus seriously at all. Needless to say, Cyril Close. Dilu Modal deliberately did not speak before Cyril Close spoke. He immediately sent someone to the court after Cyril Close finished speaking. This was simply naked contempt.

No, even contempt is not considered. Perhaps in their eyes, this has become a competition between Klos and Modal. Angus's men are just a trivial process in the middle of winning.

"Mr. Jack, how about you be a referee?"

After finishing his words, Dilu Modal turned to Lis and said something, which made Sen Angus so angry that he was so angry that he was filled with smoke.

"No problem, I also want to see it up close."

Li Si glanced at Sen Angus, then nodded and agreed, got up and took a few steps forward, jumped onto the ring.

At the same time, two contestants sent by Cyril Klos and Dirumodal also walked out of the crowd and jumped onto the ring from one end.

The two are standard black and gray combat uniforms, so it is easy to distinguish.

Carl is a thin blond and white young man. Among the white people with a larger skeleton, it is rare to be as thin as Carl. He is like an addict.

Like Dilu Modal, Lodda is a black man, with a bald head and a white diamond crystal embedded in the eyebrows.

However, the two of them are not the same size. Dilu Modal is full of fat and fat, while Luo Da has dark and shiny bulging muscles. It seems that at least the strength and body attributes are good.

"The competition begins."

After the two stood at each other at both ends of the ring, Li Si did not talk nonsense. After shouting, he stepped back to the ring to watch.

He was also quite curious about the battle between the two.

Dilu Modal would choose to compete in the ring, so she obviously has confidence in her melee ability, but Modal's members seem to be mainly focused on mind power, and they don't know how they will go to melee.

Whoosh!

When Li Si called out the start, Carl, wearing a gray combat suit, got the first to attack.

I saw Carl's steps lighter and rushed towards Luoda in a forward-looking manner. He touched his waist with his hands in the middle, and two short daggers appeared in his palm.

"roar!"

The black man Luoda's reaction was not slow either. Seeing that the dagger was about to reach his body in an instant, he roared with a ferocious look on his face. Carl's body that rushed to the front was immediately as if he was hit by an invisible force.

However, Carl seemed to have expected this, and his eyes were cold and he didn't say anything. While he was knocked back, he leaned back with one hand and turned back for a week before removing the impact.

Da da da da da da da da da da da!

At the same time, a circle of needle rain composed of countless fine metal needles fell not far in front of him, and nailed the wooden cylinders that built the arena into dense and tiny holes.

If I hadn't rolled back a little longer just now, I'm afraid the needle holes would have been on Carl at this time.

When ordinary people encounter this thrilling scene, they may have already sweated coldly, but Carl did not even have any emotional fluctuations in his eyes. He rushed towards Luoda again without saying a word.

This time his speed was at least twice as fast as before, and the ring was not big, so he rushed to Luo Da in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!