The referee in the arena spoke, "Tower No. 7, do you want to change the players?"
"No need, just let me do it. If we win this game, we will win," before Chengshun could say anything, the contestants on the ring spoke first. You can't take advantage of it if you don't take it.
With such a bird-like appearance, can this person still be able to withstand a punch from him?
The two referees looked at each other, and they both felt that there was no need to change, since it was just a matter of one or two punches anyway, so they both nodded.
"Wait a minute, ask your master," before the referee could speak, a hoarse voice rang out.
The voice seemed to be a ray of fire coming out of the volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years, but it was extremely calm. The voice was hoarse and cold. When heard in people's ears, it was like a needle piercing the heart. No matter how you heard it, you couldn't hear it.
Comfortable.
The player from the Seven Towers was furious and was about to punch, but the referee stopped him and said, "He's right, ask the Third Young Master."
Cheng Shun could hear these conversations and waved his hand lazily, "I won't change it, that's it."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden change on the stage. The man with the shackles on his feet suddenly stretched out his hand, and the iron chain at his wrist was wrapped around the neck of contestant No. 7.
It looked as if Contestant No. 7 had given him his neck on his own initiative.
As a third-level samurai, Contestant No. 7 was certainly not slow in his reaction. He didn't even look at the iron chain, and used both fists to hit the Contestant in Tower No. 9.
The distance between the two was really too close. The contestant from Tower 9 couldn't avoid it. He stumbled, his body sank, and he was about to fall to the ground.
There was another round of boos in the stands. I couldn't stand watching anymore. It was so miserable. Even worse than the player who died in front of Tower 9.
The man managed to struggle for a while, but the man in front of him was tightly entangled with chains, and he probably didn't even have a chance to struggle.
Iron chains as thick as two fingers were wrapped around his body, and no one could break free.
I don’t know what the eldest lady of Tower No. 9 is thinking. Isn’t this clear about sending someone up to kill someone?
However, the idea is one thing and the reality is another.
The nine-tower player is about to fall, and the chain in his hand is still wrapped around the seven-tower player's neck.
As soon as he fell, the iron chain pulled Contestant No. 7's neck and sank down. It was like Contestant No. 9's entire body weight was hanging on Contestant No. 7's neck.
It’s true that contestant No. 7 is a third-level warrior, but no matter what level of warrior he is, no matter how high his kung fu is, his neck will still be soft. Who can train their strength to the neck?
Just like this, the chain was burned into the skin of contestant No. 7, and it became tighter and tighter.
Contestant No. 7 obviously punched, but he had to let out his strength and grabbed the chain with his backhand, trying to pull the chain.
With this mention, Contestant No. 9 could no longer fall, and his whole body was hanging strangely in front of Contestant No. 7, almost falling.
For a moment, the scene in the ring was extremely strange. The player from the Seven Towers stood there with a red face and a thick neck, holding the chain around his neck with both hands, his face flushed; while the player from the Nine Towers covered his face with a white cloth, his body was hanging, and his feet were no more than the ground.
Two inches later, the chains on his feet fell to the ground, making a clattering sound.
It's obviously a wrestling match, it's nice to see you going back and forth, but it turned out to be a static scene in front of you.
People in the stands were staring at each other, not knowing what to say. The one who was clearly a sure winner turned into a struggling party. The one who had no chance of winning even had no chance of winning.
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Other movements are as if they are dead and motionless.
"What's wrong?" The eldest lady, who was too lazy to open her eyes, slowly opened her eyes. After she saw the situation on the ring, her mouth opened wide. What's going on?
Just when everyone was in a daze, the people on the ring moved.
It was not the player on Tower 7 who moved, but the player on Tower 9. He pushed his knee, and the player on Tower 7 clearly heard the sound of the eggshell cracking below.
"Oh wow," Contestant No. 7 couldn't help but roared. As soon as his hands were loosened, he couldn't help but cover his lower body with both hands. The chain that locked his neck tightened with a clang.
Contestant No. 9 seemed to be tired. He wanted to put his feet down and push his feet down. Contestant No. 7 could no longer support his body and slowly knelt down. Veins on his forehead stood out.
Big beads of sweat fell down.
The nine-tower player wrapped his arms and pulled hard, and the chain actually turned around the seventh-tower player's neck, cutting a piece of wood like a saw.
Gululu, a big good head rolled up along the ring, until it rolled to the edge of the ring, and then was stopped. Turning the head over, one could see a pair of round eyes, glaring towards the sky, clearly refusing to rest in peace.
The women in the stands had never seen such a bloody scene. They all covered their eyes and screamed.
"Ah, ah, ah."
Not to mention that the two referees had never dreamed of this ending, even Cheng Shun and Cheng Si in the stands were dumbfounded. The eldest brother, Cheng Dayun, suddenly stood up, his face was ashen, and the second child, Cheng Xing, quickly pulled him.
He touched the corner of his clothes and motioned for him to sit down. Only then did Cheng Dayun react and sat down, his eyes almost bursting with fire.
This third-level samurai was one of his subordinates. He died in such a miserable way. No one would have thought of it.
Several people came up on the stage, quickly carried the two bodies away, and then washed the ground with water.
"Next," a hoarse voice sounded again.
"Madman, I really belong to you," the eldest lady danced excitedly, "I didn't expect that this young lady is really discerning. Amazing. Amazing."
Cheng Xiaoning didn't know whether she was saying that the madman was powerful or that she was powerful herself.
"Miss, what should we do next?" Aunt Feng asked in a low voice.
"Do you still need to ask? It's still him. He didn't do anything," the eldest lady was in a good mood, pointing to the lunatic on the stage and giggling.
"He said," when Aunt Feng wanted to say something else, the eldest lady waved her hand, "Okay, okay, let's wait until he really wins."
She has confidence in the lunatic. But she also knows that the next game will show her real skills. If she wins, she can speak, but if she loses, she won't even have a chance to speak.
Does the dead still have a chance to make demands?
Just when the eldest lady was in high spirits, Cheng Dayun stretched out three fingers to Cheng Shun, "Thirty?" Cheng Shun asked carefully.
"Thirty? You're dreaming. If you don't have three thousand, don't even think about it." If you want to buy the life of a third-level warrior with thirty gold coins, you don't take your subordinates seriously.
It's really hard to find a third-level samurai. Even if you train him, you don't know how much effort and gold coins it will take. Three thousand gold coins is enough for the boss, Cheng Dayun, to endure it.
"Brother, what about the next game?" Chengshun also felt pain in his body. The guy on the stage is so cruel, how can he win steadily?
Of course Cheng Dayun could see what Lao San meant, but he ignored it and turned his gaze away.
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.He really couldn't bear to send another samurai over.
"Second brother," Chengshun had to turn his attention to the second brother, Chengxing.
Cheng Xing shrugged with a smile, "I can't help you either. The boss and I are here to bear witness."
Chengxing has always thought of himself as a wise man, and a sure winning situation would be the icing on the cake for him, but he would not do it if he were asked to bleed to help. Besides, Chengxing is not very interested in the affairs of Lao San and the others. What he wants is to preserve his strength.
Grab another place to grab territory.
The Ark is about to set off.
"Are you still competing?" The eldest lady, Cheng Xiaoning, was impatient and shouted at Cheng Shun, "If you admit defeat, I will take away the Heart of the Ocean."
"Better," the third child gritted his teeth. The eldest brother and the second child would not send people to him, and those people under him were not vegetarians either.
"Send a third-level warrior up with weapons," Chengshun, the third child, ordered his men. This was also a moment of wisdom on his part.
A third-level warrior in front died mysteriously under the iron chain. If you send another third-level warrior with weapons, you will be unstoppable and unable to escape. You will only die.
When another third-level warrior, masked in black cloth and carrying a big sword, walked onto the ring, everyone in the stands was so shocked that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.
The third-level samurai obviously knew that what he did was a bit unjust, but he couldn't care less. Instead of feeling ashamed, he raised his sword high and pointed the gleaming sword at the guy in the Nine Towers.
"Shameless, third child, you are so shameless," the eldest lady was so angry. There is no way to compete like this. Your subordinates are wearing handcuffs and shackles and cannot move at all. It would be better for you to just let others take them.
The big long knife went up.
The sword was one meter and three meters long, and it was held in the hand of the third-level warrior. I was afraid that the madman would lose his courage before he could fight it.
"Why am I so shameless?" Chengshun, the third child, chuckled, "You can also ask your men to bring a knife up there."
"Auntie," Cheng Xiaoning said bitterly. She looked at Aunt Feng, obviously asking Aunt Feng to think of a solution.
"There is a lock on the chain, but I didn't bring the key," Aunt Feng lowered her head guiltily.
"You, you, are you afraid that you were bribed by them?" Cheng Xiaoning's eyes narrowed and his face looked extremely ugly.
This is really too serious to say.
Aunt Feng quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Miss, I really didn't mean it."
"Humph, that's the best," Cheng Xiaoning looked at Aunt Feng for a while, and after confirming that Aunt Feng's heartbeat was consistent, there was no panic in her eyes, and there was no sign of her mind being controlled, she drank.
, "Get up."
"Sister, do you want to admit defeat?" Cheng Shun finally regained the feeling of winning.
Little girl, you are still a little green to fight with your third brother.
Aunt Feng looked at Cheng Xiaoning with a guilty look on her face, "Miss, what should we do now?"
"Compare, let's compare. He can survive under random gunshots, and maybe he can dodge a machete," Cheng Xiaoning said and sighed. To be honest, there was nothing she could do. Let Feng
The aunt went back to get the key to unlock the door, but Chengshun would not agree at all.
I am determined to force myself to admit defeat.
"As long as he wins this game and his request is not too excessive, I will agree to it," Cheng Xiaoning said again.
After hearing this, Aunt Feng's face not only lacked joy, but became even more dejected.