Ezreal charged up and punched, and Tryndamere's body suddenly flew out like a kite with a broken string. He hit the edge of the Colosseum's magic shield and then hit the ground, splashing large snowflakes.
Ezreal's attack is really beautiful.
"good!"
Rosen cheered loudly outside the arena. Ever since he saw Ezreal use Requiem to kill the Warriors of Winter's Claw instantly, Rosen has always believed that Ezreal is a person who can create miracles.
As a sharpshooter, being able to take advantage of a warrior in a one-on-one fight is a miracle in itself.
"It's quite powerful."
Tryndamere stood up from the snow, wiped the blood from his mouth, stared at Ezreal, and said with a stern expression: "But if this is all your level, you can't beat me!"
Ezreal shook his hand, snorted coldly, said nothing, teleported, raised his hand and punched again, once knocking Tryndamere away.[
But this time Tryndamere did not hit the ground like before. He spun in the air and landed on the ground at a weird angle.
Before Ezreal could launch a follow-up attack, Tryndamere's mouth curled up, the arc full of contempt.
Ezreal's eyes widened, and he found that his body suddenly became heavier, as if the earth's gravity had suddenly increased five times, and even lifting his feet became extremely difficult.
Ezreal was shocked, knowing that this must be Tryndamere's fault.
Looking up, he saw Tryndamere striding toward him. Ezreal, who was extremely heavy, had to use two arcane leaps in succession to distance himself from Tryndamere.
But the slowing effect exerted by Tryndamere was too strong. Ezreal could not escape from the safe range at all, and Ezreal did not use any skills to hit Tryndamere. Therefore, the cooldown time of Arcane Leap is 11 seconds.
11 seconds is enough time for Tryndamere to approach Ezreal.
"Bang!"
Tryndamere's sandbag-sized fist hit Ezreal, and this time, Ezreal flew out.
Suffering a heavy blow to the face, Ezreal fell heavily and felt the world spinning, as if the heaven and earth had lost their proper color for an instant.
Tryndamere's punch knocked Ezreal unconscious, and even one of his teeth fell out.
"What a shame."
Ezreal shook his groggy head and climbed up from the snow. Tryndamere's punch was really powerful. It took a lot of effort for Ezreal to stand up in front of him and looked at Tryndamere being beaten on the snow.
The bloody tooth that was punched out made Ezreal feel furious.
Ever since he came out of the Dark Temple, Ezreal has never been in such a miserable state. He even had one of his teeth knocked out. How can he bear this?
Fortunately, the power of darkness gives Ezreal an extraordinary ability to recover. Otherwise, Tryndamere's punch would have easily knocked out Ezreal. Tryndamere's strength is indeed astonishing.[
Ezreal fought back. He rushed towards Tryndamere and then appeared behind Tryndamere like a ghost. His fists wrapped in the power of darkness hit Tryndamere like machine guns. Within a second, Ezreal
Five or six punches were thrown.
Ezreal didn't stop, and used the second stage of arcane teleport to teleport to Tryndamere. He beat Tryndamere wildly in front of him when he didn't react.
Ezreal unleashed all his firepower, punching and punching hard, hitting Tryndamere's face until blood dripped from his face. The audience cheered loudly.
This round of beatings made Ezreal feel more comfortable, but what made him feel different was that Tryndamere actually withstood the bombardment of more than a dozen punches from Ezreal without even moving his heels.
Half step.
You must know that Ezreal just knocked Tryndamere away with one punch. Now Tryndamere can completely ignore Ezreal's attack. What does this mean?
"Look, it's the full wrath of the king!"
At this time, an excited shout came from outside the stadium, and that voice came from the crowd of barbarian people.
"Ezreal, that's Tryndamere's ultimate talent. It's an extremely terrifying dominating skill. You can't knock him down within a certain period of time, and you can't kill him either!"
Rosen's voice also drifted in from the outside, but it was too late. Tryndamere's powerful punch hit Ezreal's cheek.
If the combat power of the previous punch was described as 100, then the combat power of this punch now is 5,000!
Ezreal felt a tearing pain on his cheek, his body flew out lightly, and he lost consciousness the next second.
"good!"
"The king is domineering and mighty!"
"One punch killed that kid."
"Huh huh, let me just say that it's just a daydream for a pretty boy like him to want to steal a wife from our king."
"Ha ha!"
The people of the barbarian tribe suddenly became excited. Rosen looked at Ezreal nervously, hoping that he could stand up again like before. However, Ezreal did not move at all. He just stayed there quietly.
Lying there, motionless...
"It seems that the winner has been decided. Your Highness Ai Xi."
On the high platform, Lishan turned her head and looked at Ai Xi's hesitant face with a smile on her face.
Ashe ignored Lisa, her sapphire-like pupils stared closely at the back of the figure lying on the snow, shouting from the bottom of her heart: Stand up, stand up, Ezreal!
But ten seconds passed, and Ezreal was still lying there motionless, with no movement at all.
Ai Xi's heart suddenly sank. Looking at Li Shanzhi's increasingly bright smile next to her, Ai Xi sighed.
Am I too fanciful? How can a sharpshooter defeat a warrior without a bow and arrow?
Thinking of this, Ashe felt her heart filled with regret. She raised her head and glanced at Lishan's table, then at Tryndamere, who was showing off his power in the Colosseum, and finally nodded heavily.
After getting Ashe's approval, Lishan stood up from her seat, walked to the edge of the high platform, faced thousands of spectators outside the Colosseum, and said loudly.
"Ezreal has lost his mobility. The winner of this lion fighting competition is TEDA from the barbarian tribe..."
However, before Lishan Desk could finish her words, she saw a commotion outside the venue. Lishan Desk's eyes immediately swept towards the Colosseum, only to see Ezreal, who had been lying quietly, getting up tremblingly!
"He...he stood up!"
A barbarian warrior looked at Ezreal with his eyes wide open, his voice full of disbelief. Ezreal could still stand up after enduring such a terrifying attack from Tryndamere. With such terrifying strength like Tryndamere, even if
Even warriors of the same level can't stand it! (To be continued...)
