The thick armor covered his figure, with bloodstains and scratches remaining on it, and a fierce aura rushed towards his face. The ferocious helmet had sharp edges and corners, and the opening on his face was dark, and he could only feel the ferocious gaze seeping through it.
Mr. Crow was stunned for a long time, and his expression suddenly turned strange. Why didn't he... come up?
The game is about to start, and if he doesn't come up, he will be forfeited.
I just heard a muffled voice coming from inside the armor: "Hey - help me, I can't get up."
Mr. Crow put on a strange look, walked over quickly and grabbed Mu Su's arm, straightening his legs and moving him step by step onto the stage.
"Thank you. The armor is too unreasonable and I can't bend my legs." The voice inside was very shy. Mr. Crow couldn't help but look up at his name, Mu Su.
"It looks familiar somehow..." Mr. Crow muttered softly.
bite--
The referee's bell rang for the second time, indicating that each arena could start.
The rules are simple, 10 minutes of competition, effective hits to the head will count as 1 point, other parts will not count. The player with more points at the end of the game will win. If the opponent falls to the ground for 10 seconds during the game, the victory will be considered.
Mr. Crow returned to the original flavor. The referee walked up to the two of them and was about to call the start.
At this moment, Mr. Crow was so blessed that he remembered a serious matter that he had forgotten.
"Wait a minute!" Mr. Crow raised his arm, fearing that he would shout a second too late. When the referee looked over, he raised his hand and pointed at Mu Su: "Referee, can you still wear protective gear in a boxing match!"
He said slowly: "No."
Musu raised his head and said proudly: "Did you hear that Mr. Referee said it's not allowed?"
Mr. Crow took a few seconds to figure out the details, and then looked at the referee who had nothing to say.
Fighting had begun in the surrounding ring, and the referee slowly turned to Mu Su: "Please take off your protective gear."
"Damn it... I thought I couldn't tell." Mu Su complained from inside the armor.
Hey, only a blind person can't see it... Mr. Crow stopped talking and silently stared at Mu Su as he took off his armor. The referee was not as good as him, and of course he would not be in a hurry.
He first bent down to release his legs, but halfway through he was blocked by the iron pieces between the armors. After a pause, Mu Su decided to take off his helmet first, otherwise he would only be able to see the outside world, and the key point would still be very stuffy.
He straightened up and raised his arms. However, when the two iron palms were still more than ten centimeters away from the helmet, they could not move. The armor at the shoulder joints and elbow joints got stuck again, and the helmet could not be removed. Mu Su suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
How did he put it on...
Mu Su lowered his arm and froze for a moment like a power-off robot, then waved to Mr. Crow: "That young man over there, come over and help me."
"Ah? Oh..." Mr. Crow woke up from a dream, glanced at the referee subconsciously, and then stepped forward with a bitter look on his face to help Mu Su take off his helmet.
"call……"
Mu Su, who was sweating slightly, breathed a sigh of relief and asked Mr. Crow to remove his two arms, and then bent down to remove other parts.
Mr. Crow held the helmet in his hands and watched in shock as Mu Su disassembled the parts and threw them to the audience.
He thought for a while and asked: "Uh... don't you need to handle these things with care?"
Mu Su answered lightly: "It doesn't matter, I picked it up from the recycling bin. If you don't believe me, just ask and it still smells rancid."
Mr. Crow suddenly looked disgusted and raised his helmet far away.
A few minutes later, the duel had been completed in several arenas, and Mu Su had just taken off his armor.
Taking the helmet from Mr. Crow's hand and throwing it behind his head, Mu Su shouted loudly: "Let's fight!"
"Ah - who is it!"
In the arena at the back, a player was covering the back of his head and looking at him angrily. Under his feet was the helmet Mu Su had thrown out.
Mu Su blinked with an innocent look on his face and pointed to the ring next door where the fighting was going on: "They threw it."
After finally being fooled, Mu Su and Mr. Crow confronted each other, and saw that the battle was about to break out!
"Wait a minute, referee, can you bring so many things to a boxing match?" Mr. Ya suddenly shuddered and noticed the weapon around Mu Su's waist.
Swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. Sticks and sticks, whips, maces and hammers. Kidnappers, meteors, anything with sharp points and thorns, edged edges, velvet ropes, chains, barbed hooks, Emei thorns.
Damn, the eighteen weapons are hung on a chain at the waist.
"Do you want to be beaten or not? Why are there so many demands?" The villain Musu complained first and shouted.
The referee still said slowly: "No."
Mu Su tried to reason and persuade others with virtue: "I am an ancient Chinese, and this is our Chinese custom. When we go to war, we will put on this war skirt. Its name is "Three Thousand Life," which is well-founded.
Checkable!”
Mr. Crow couldn't help but complained: "Come on! I'm also a yellow race. Why haven't I heard of it?"
Mu Su said bunana with a look of disdain on his face.
The most annoying thing is that his pronunciation is wrong.
Mu Su untied her three thousand battle dress and threw it off the stage. Mu Su, who felt naked all over for some reason, hugged her shoulders and looked at Mr. Crow again.
Mr. Crow once again noticed something wrong with Mu Su, pointed at Mu Su's lower body and shouted: "What's stuffed in your pants!"
"Am I not naturally beautiful?"
Mr. Crow was speechless: "You used the wrong idiom."
Mu Su proudly changed his mind: "I have abundant capital, can't I?"
However, the referee came to him and stretched out his skinny paw: "Please teach me the illegal things."
"Tsk..." Mu Su let out a light tut. He didn't want to jump on the spot a few times, and dropped a wrench from the opening of his trouser leg.
"besides."
"I didn't mess with you!"
"besides."
"Hey..." Mr. Crow was about to speak but Mu Su reached into his shorts and took out a small hammer.
"besides."
"It's gone this time!"
After a long stalemate, Mu Su reluctantly took off the storage ring on her index finger and put it aside.
This is a hell city, so it’s quite common sense to have such a thing as a storage ring, right?
Five minutes have passed after a lot of tossing, but fortunately, the game can officially begin.
Mu Su wants to help Kallen, so he needs to make a quick decision.
His black eyes gradually became sharper, and his body slightly bowed in an attacking posture. Even though his teeth were picked out and his claws were cut, and he no longer had the power of his youth, he was still Mu Su!
Mr. Crow's heart gradually sank, and he felt strong oppression from Mu Su's eyes. Just when he couldn't help but want to take action first, Mu Su's expression dropped, he looked behind him in shock, and said in shock: "
What do you do, referee?”
Mr. Crow had never seen Mu Su before, so he had no ability to resist Mu Su's usual move.
He turned his head and did not see the referee behind him. When he turned back with an unknown feeling, he saw a shadow of a fist getting closer and closer, imprinted on his face.
Mr. Crow suffered a heavy blow and fell to the ground before he could react. The referee started to count the seconds. At the third count, he finally came to his senses and was about to get up when an icy cold light touched his forehead.
Mu Su held the Fujiang ax in his hand, with sharp black eyes and a cold voice: "Get up and die."