While the two were talking, the Golden Lion King and the White Elephant King came over with bitter expressions on their faces.
Su Feihu couldn't help but ask: "What's going on? You look sad, have you met a strong opponent?"
The Golden Lion King sighed: "Damn it, my luck is really not that bad. Forget it three years ago, I managed to enter the finals at that time. Now history is repeating itself."
Su Feihu's eyes widened and he said, "So, are you facing the wolf king of Snow Country again?"
The Golden Lion King sighed heavily: "Isn't it? This is the first round. The last thing I want to encounter in this life is this Snow Wolf King."
He kept shaking his head as he spoke, looking downcast. It seemed that the battle three years ago had not been an ordinary blow to him.
Tang Feng just listened quietly and did not interrupt. Three years ago, he had to perform a secret national mission and did not participate in the competition, so he had not seen the Snow Wolf King.
However, Tang Feng knew that the strength of the Golden Lion King was roughly equivalent to the eighth level of internal strength. This strength was not considered weak among the military kings in the world.
However, looking at his appearance now, it seems that the wolf king of Snow Country is not a simple person either.
Su Feihu patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, no matter who the opponent is, we will try our best. At least, we will not embarrass China."
The Golden Lion King nodded and sighed: "That's true. Although I can't win glory for the country, I won't give up easily. I promise that I will never discredit and embarrass China!"
The White Elephant King nodded and said thoughtfully: "I have a hunch that this year's King of War Competition is no better than the previous one. It may not be easy for China to win the championship in the end."
Su Feihu immediately laughed and said: "What's the matter? We didn't win the championship three years ago. That was because Dragon Thorn didn't participate in the competition at that time."
The Golden Lion King and the White Elephant King said, and smiled noncommittally. Although Long Ci has become famous in recent years, in their opinion, Long Ci is still very young and has insufficient qualifications. If he wants to win the championship, the possibility
Not big.
While several people were chatting privately in the audience, a fierce competition was going on in the three battle stages.
"Look, everyone, the leader of the European team is on stage three!" Su Feihu suddenly shouted.
"I heard from people around me that this person's name is Blood Thirteen. He was originally unknown in the European Royal Special Forces, but he was sent to compete for some unknown reason," the White Elephant King pondered.
"Those who can participate in the competition naturally have two skills, and Blood Thirteen is the leader of the European team. It seems that he should have two skills." The Golden Lion King analyzed.
"We'll find out if we give it a second." Tang Feng hummed, and immediately turned his head to look at the No. 3 fighting platform.
But when he saw Blood Thirteen in black robes, with a slight tap of his feet, he flew up with an indescribable lightness.
"This man is so powerful in Qinggong. His movement speed must be extraordinary!" Su Feihu suddenly exclaimed.
"This guy must be a strong opponent. I have a feeling that this European Blood Thirteen is even more powerful than others, including the Snow Wolf King of the Snow Country and Magneto of the United States." The White Elephant King and the Golden Lion
Wang sighed.
Tang Feng didn't speak, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt a very strange aura from the body of Blood Thirteen.
This kind of breath is cold and murderous, bloodthirsty and violent. Looking at his eyes, you feel like you are looking at a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, which is horrifying!
While he was talking, another person stepped onto the fighting platform. Xuexi Thirteen stared at him and said directly: "Are you going down, or am I going to throw you down?"
Who can represent the country in the competition is a simple person, and who is not a rebellious military king.
Hearing Xue Shisan's words, the dark and muscular soldier king from North Africa on the stage was furious: "You are really arrogant. Even if your European country is strong, so what, don't think that I am afraid..."
However, before he finished speaking, Blood Thirteen moved. His black robe was flicked, and a black shadow flashed past.
Before everyone in the audience could even see clearly what was going on on the stage, the North African player was thrown out of the stage and hit the sandy ground with a loud bang.
There was another squeak, and the North African player who fell to the ground spat out a mouthful of blood, and he immediately passed out.
There was a sudden silence under the stage. Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at the black figure on platform No. 3 with horrified faces.
"What happened just now? Did any of you see clearly? How did Blood Thirteen take action?" the Golden Lion King and the White Elephant King asked in horror.
Su Feihu hissed: "I can't see clearly either. The speed of Blood Thirteen is too fast. I just saw the black shadow flash past and the person was thrown out by him. Moreover, I saw the person vomiting blood."
In such a situation, I’m afraid we might even fight each other.”
Having said this, Su Feihu shook his head and said: "I don't know if it was an illusion, but when the Blood Thirteen flew by just now, I actually seemed to see a bat, a black and ferocious bat!"
"A ferocious black bat?" The expressions of the White Elephant King and the Golden Lion King suddenly changed, and they lost their voices: "Could it be that this Blood Thirteen comes from that legend?"
Su Feihu immediately asked: "What legend?"
The Golden Lion King shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you haven't heard of it. Legend has it that there is an ancient race in the West. According to them, it is called the Vampire God Clan. This race is mysterious and terrifying, and is similar to our ancient Chinese martial arts."
"Vampire God Clan?" Tang Feng frowned and his expression slowly darkened.
Although most of the people present didn't see clearly what Xue Shisan had done just now, he could see it clearly.
Blood Thirteen dodged and rushed in front of the opponent, almost as fast as lightning. While throwing the opponent away, he even punched three times, breaking the opponent's sternum with three punches.
This series of actions was completed in an instant, and the North African player did not even react.
"Vampire God Clan, it seems that this person has an unusual origin." Tang Feng sighed secretly.
What made Tang Feng even more unexpected was that when Blood Thirteen on the stage turned around to leave the stage, he suddenly turned his head, glared directly at him with a pair of scarlet bloodthirsty eyes, and then walked off the stage.
Su Feihu who was next to this scene obviously saw it and couldn't help but ask: "What's going on, Dragon Thorn? This European Blood Thirteen seems to have murderous intentions towards you. The way he looked at you just now made you want to devour him."
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Tang Feng smiled bitterly. He suddenly remembered, shook his head and said, "This man is from Europe. Do you still remember that I killed the prince of Europe half a year ago?"
Su Feihu suddenly realized it and sighed: "It seems that next time, Long Ci, you have to be careful about this person."
Tang Feng waved his hand and asked, "Tell me, what are the so-called vampire gods in the West?"
The White Elephant King pondered for a while, then shook his head and said: "We don't know exactly what happened, but Old General Yinlong must know about it. You can ask him then."
Tang Feng nodded and said nothing more. At this moment, he happened to see Yinlong looking over at the viewing platform in front of him. His old face was full of solemnity.