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Chapter 238 Are you willing to be my king?

"Bang bang bang!"

Ezreal was knocked to the ground again and again by Tryndamere, but he stood up again and again. The sound of his fist hitting his flesh had a heart-stopping melody on the ice sheet.

"What makes you so strong?"

There was one part admiration, two parts anger and seven parts anxiety in Tryndamere's voice.

Ezreal moved the arm that was covering his eyes, letting the blood flow down from the gap on his forehead. He, who was already covered in blood, looked at Tryndamere with a smile.

"Your momentum seems to be weaker than before. It seems that you are at the end of your strength, hehe."

Tryndamere raised his fist and said angrily: "What are you talking about? You have no chance of defeating me!"

Another punch hit Ezreal hard on the chin. Ezreal's body cut a miserable parabola and fell hard on the snow ten meters away.

But Ezreal stood up despite Tryndamere's gritted expression, and looked at Tryndamere with a smile. In Tryndamere's eyes, this smile was a kind of naked contempt and an insult to the warrior![

"Go to hell!"

Tryndamere clenched his fists, and his punch was like a terrifying storm, showing his terror to Ezreal without any mercy, and Ezreal flew far away again.

By now, Ezreal's energy has been exhausted, and Fa continues to use arcane jump. But he is like a weakling who cannot be defeated, and Fa is knocked down.

"How is that possible? Why can you still stand up?"

Watching Ezreal stand up again, Tryndamere completely forgot about the attack. He looked at the wounded sharpshooter in front of him in disbelief. No one had ever been able to withstand such an attack.

Ezreal spat out a mouthful of blood. His sharp eyes actually gave Tryndamere the illusion that he didn't dare to look at him.

At this time, Ai Xi, who was sitting on the high platform, already had red eyes and murmured: "That's enough, it's really enough."

She couldn't figure out what kind of power was supporting him. But she knew that maybe she would never forget this scene again. The outline outlined by the bright red blood was so dazzling on the white snowfield.

She forgot where she was.

"This is absolutely impossible! I don't believe it! You can die!"

Tryndamere rushed towards Ezreal like crazy. He had to fight to the death before the full rage state ended, otherwise he would completely lose his combat effectiveness after the full rage state ended!

However, this time, Ezreal did not let Tryndamere get what he wanted. His keen senses sensed that Tryndamere's aura had weakened to the extreme, and he knew that this was the best time to fight back. So he used the energy he had saved up so hard.

With his last bit of energy, he used arcane leap and instantly appeared behind Tryndamere.

"You are the one who is going to die!"

Ezreal, who was full of anger, punched Tryndamere hard in the back of the heart, venting all the previous humiliation.

After this punch, Tryndamere was no longer as indifferent as before. He raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His huge body flew forward uncontrollably. He rolled away far away and fell on the ground.

The snow remained motionless, letting the rosy blood coat the white snow with a layer of enchanting red.

"ah!"[

Ezreal raised his right hand, stretched his neck, and roared at the audience outside the Colosseum. He wanted to use this most brutal way to announce to the ice people and barbarians that he was the one responsible for this lion fighting competition.

The winner! Ashe can only belong to him!

"Okay. Well done!"

Rosen took the lead in raising his fists and cheering. The stunned audience also reacted and began to join in the cheers. At first, the cheers were as chaotic as raindrops, but gradually, the cheers became like a

The storm swept across the entire Freljord sky!

Thirty seconds passed and Tryndamere still hadn't stood up. Ezreal turned to face the high platform. He raised his black and swollen face and looked at Lissandra with pride.

Lysandra smiled and stood up.

"Now I declare that the winner of this year's Lion Fighting Competition is...Ezreal!"

"good!"

Amidst the bursts of cheers, the barbarian warriors strode into the Colosseum and helped Tryndamere up, who was dying in the snow. Tryndamere was originally seriously injured, but he used all his rage to activate Tryndamere's potential.

, making him unable to feel pain and death, and greatly improving his combat effectiveness.

But once this state of rage disappears, the deprived pain and the right to die will come back to him. At that time, Tryndamere is no different from a useless person.

The dying Tryndamere was carried away from the Colosseum by his tribe. When he passed by Ezreal, Tryndamere, who was out of breath and out of breath, forced himself to open his eyes, gave Ezreal a thumbs up and then passed out.

past.

Ezreal felt a little emotional. Although Tryndamere was a little arrogant, he was a real man who could afford to lose. If Ezreal's dark power had not had a high recovery effect, he would have been beaten to the ground by Tryndamere long ago.

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Just when Ezreal was lost in thought, Ashe on the high platform also stood up, walked gently to the guardrail, and looked at Ezreal in the Colosseum and the tens of thousands of spectators outside.

When the people of Bingyuan saw their leader standing up, they all started talking quietly.

"Do you think His Highness Ashe will choose Ezreal to be his husband?"

"I think so. Ezreal's performance is really outstanding."

"Yes, if I were His Highness Ai Xi, I would also be conquered by him."

"Shh, the princess has spoken, let's see what the princess says!"

I saw Ashe gently raising her right hand, looking at Ezreal with a smile, her red lips slightly parted.

"According to the tradition of the Icefield, I, Ash Avarosa, decided to choose Ezreal to be my husband. Ezreal, please, are you willing to be my husband, become the king of the Icefield, and lead the people of the Icefield to the light?"

future?"

The white snow, the biting wind, and the place were a sad red.

Stunning face, gorgeous red lips, and that snow-white dress.

Fanatical cheers, soft words, "Will you be my king?"

Isn't it the pursuit that Ezreal has always wanted to catch?

The blood line gathered at the tip of the chin, and a round drop of blood fell into the embrace of the earth, pattering on the soft snow, splashing into a field of blooming flowers!

"I do!"

Ezreal's answer was firm and powerful, without any hesitation.

In the next moment, the ice fields of Freljord became a sea of ​​cheerers... (To be continued...)


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