"Why are you still standing there? You trash, it's time for you to take the field. Although I don't expect you to defeat your opponent. But at least, don't let me lose too embarrassingly." St. Ottola said with disdain.
Intertwined roads.
After listening to St. Ottola's words, Piccoloson could only grit his teeth in humiliation and walk towards the playing field.
On the other side, Liu Tao and the others were overjoyed when they saw that the one sent by the Vatican was Piccolo Sen. Before Liu Tao could say anything, Dragon God Yanwu stood up on his own initiative.
"Although my strength is limited and I am much weaker than everyone else. But at the very least, please allow me to defeat this opponent for everyone." Dragon God Yanwu stepped forward and jumped onto the playing field.
A year ago, Dragon God Yanwu's strength was only equivalent to that of an ordinary marshal-level master. Half a year ago, Dragon God Yanwu defeated a werewolf with the same strength as a red archbishop in New York. His combat power even surpassed
There were a lot of bloody stabs. However, in the battle in the capital a few months ago, the dragon god Yanwu and the black dragon teamed up to defeat one of the nine demon kings under the command of the nine-tailed fox.
Then there was the incident when the academy was occupied by the fat man. Dragon God Yanwu played a decisive role. He defeated three vampire princes with just one person. This step by step all verified the power of Dragon God Yanwu.
The strength is also constantly rising.
Perhaps, there is still a certain gap between Dragon God Yanwu and the three major adjudicators of the Vatican. But he is the kind of pervert who keeps getting stronger in battle. Therefore, Liu Tao has reason to believe that in this battle, Dragon God Yanwu
Will not lose.
"Bump——." With a loud bang, Dragon God Yanwu jumped onto the playing field, and the ground suddenly cracked.
Both parties participating in the competition are those who want to prove their strength. Of course, there is no such thing as giving in to each other. As soon as the whistle blows, Piccoloson sprints towards Dragon God Yanwu at the most ferocious speed.
come over.
"I'm not a waste! Go to hell." These words seemed to be mixed with a lot of resentment. Think about it, the dignified Vatican arbiter was so petty as a successor to the Pope. If not
Resentment, that is impossible.
Picrosen also fully used his strength to refute Saint Ottola's suspicion. With a thunderous strike, he caught Dragon God Yanwu off guard, forcing Dragon God Yanwu to retreat a few steps in embarrassment.
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After retreating violently, Dragon God Yanwu could even feel the tingling and trembling in his arm. Just now, Dragon God Yanwu hastily used this arm to resist the opponent's blow.
"You guys are quite strong, aren't you? That would be interesting. I thought the three major adjudicators in the Vatican were soft persimmons to be pinched." Dragon God Yan Wusenran smiled. The next moment,
His immortal form activated without any warning. Although the Heavenly Immortal Art of Dragon God Yanwu cannot be compared with Liu Tao's immortal form in a true sense, his strength is definitely not to be underestimated.
With a loud roar, Dragon God Yanwu was surrounded by a golden dragon. Gathering strong strength, Dragon God Yanwu charged at Picrosen without any courtesy.
"Bump, bump, bump..." Explosions sounded one after another. In an instant, Dragon God Yanwu swung dozens of punches at Picrosen.
These dozens of punches were all resisted by Piccoloson one by one. However, Piccoloson was not relaxed after encountering this series of bombardments. His hands became dripping with blood and his finger bones were shattered.