Chapter 811: The tragic death of the flame demon, the human race is not weaker than humans
There was a loud vibration, and they saw that in Arena No. 8, the five-meter-tall body of the Balrog was igniting blazing flames, and the blue flames were extremely hot.
"Die!"
The Balrog roared wildly, and ran away with a ferocious smile. With a terrifying breath, he waved a pair of flaming arms and struck hard.
That blow contained terrifying power, like a star exploding. If the arena hadn't been specially built and even had dense defenses with numerous formations, it might have been shattered.
With a powerful blow, a wave of heat hit his face, but Jingshan's face remained indifferent, his eyes unchanged, as if he didn't see the blow coming down.
boom!
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the Balrog flew backwards, hit the energy wall of the arena, and slowly slid down.
It was blown away by a blow, and the inexplicable change caused the originally fiery shouts at the scene to suddenly stop, and everyone looked at it with wide eyes.
I saw Jingshan arriving in front of the Balrog at some point, waving his arms, and fists falling like rain.
Bang bang bang bang bang...
Thousands of punches were struck in an instant, and the flames flew out of the Balrog's huge body, and the hard rock layer skin all over his body fell off inch by inch.
"Ouch...I'll kill you!" The flame demon roared angrily, its body rumbled, and its arms raised its fists and swept across, forcing Jingshan back.
He climbed up, his body covered in cracks, seeping out like lava, burning the ground.
This Balrog is very strong, and is considered extremely powerful among the stars. However, it was accidentally killed by Jingshan here.
It roared and charged forward, its fists wrapped in green flames, rumbling across and covering the entire arena.
Boom boom boom!
There was a terrible vibration in the arena, and there were roars, which shocked countless creatures of all races present, and then howled wildly.
"kill him!"
"Burn him!"
"Destroy the human race!"
There were shouts and shouts, and the atmosphere on the scene was stirred up. Everyone was extremely excited, and they all thought that the human race was finished.
Seeing the heated atmosphere at the scene, many creatures couldn't help but stand up and dance with their eyes red, showing a morbid emotion.
Bloody and exciting, the creatures of all races here seek excitement in such bloody fighting entertainment.
In the room, the maidservant from the Fairy Clan flashed her eyes and looked at Qin Tiange himself from time to time. Unfortunately, her whole body was filled with gray mist, and she could not see his appearance and expression clearly.
Qin Tiange watched quietly. Behind him, Li Luo stood behind him without saying a word, guarding him firmly.
"Sir, aren't you worried about your war slave?" The fairy waiter couldn't help but ask, curious.
Qin Tiange did not answer, but looked at Arena No. 8, where cyan flames shrouded and burned, obscuring the scene inside.
But he could clearly see that in the flames, Jingshan's body was full of evil energy, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
boom!
With one punch, the Balrog stepped back and roared to kill him, but Jingshan flew up into the air and hit him in the head with a kick.
With a click, the Balrog's forehead cracked, the skin of the rock spattered and scattered, and blood flowed down, making it look very miserable.
It was actually beaten badly. Here, it was actually very strong, but Jingshan was transformed into a monster by Qin Tiange using the devil's blood.
There is no other way, for the sake of the time crystal, and to show the majesty of the human race, even the human war slaves cannot be looked down upon or even despised by all races.
So what about war slaves? Even if some people in the human race are called war slaves, they are still existences that cannot be underestimated, let alone ignored.
"Hoo...how is that possible?"
The flame demon howled angrily, appearing shocked and unbelievable. The human race was not very fragile. Why was the human race slave in front of him so tyrannical?
Not to mention his powerful strength, the power of stars in his body exploded, and each move was like a supernova explosion, full of destruction.
In particular, Jingshan's physical body is unparalleled and powerful, just like the body of a demon god. It was completely forged and refined by Qin Tiange with the essence and blood of the demon god.
"Kill!" Jingshan's eyes flashed, murderous intent surged, and his heart was extremely excited. He had never felt such a powerful feeling before.
He began to have a trace of doubt and even awe in his heart towards Qin Tiange, this mysterious master.
Not only is he powerful and mysterious, but also his methods, and his courage, directly washing his face and body with unknown powerful blood, building up his current powerful strength, crushing the Balrog of the same level.
"I, the human race, are not weaker than others!"
Jingshan roared angrily, soared into the sky, and a terrifying power erupted from within his body, like a supernova exploding.
Following his punch, there was a loud bang, and Balrog fell to the ground, with half of his shoulder broken into pieces, and blood and water mixed with minced meat splashed in all directions.
Gradually, the surrounding flames dissipated, revealing the scene inside the arena. The Balrog was lying there, struggling hard.
It let out an unwilling roar: "I don't believe it, the human race is fragile, why, why?"
boom!
Jingshan stepped down, stepping on the huge head of the Balrog, and said word by word: "Our human race is not weaker than any other race, it's just that you are arrogant!"
As he spoke, Jingshan grabbed the huge body of the Balrog, his arms shook, and waves of tyrannical power exploded, followed by a ruthless tear with both arms.
"Ah..." A shrill scream came, and the powerful Balrog was torn in half by Jingshan.
With a hiss, the Balrog's body split into two halves, its bloody intestines scattered on the ground, and the entire arena was filled with deathly silence.
Balrog, dead, was torn into two halves by the human war slave Jingshan, and died tragically on the spot.
"How can it be?"
"The Balrog is dead?"
"Fake, fake!"
At the scene, countless creatures were stunned. Looking at Arena No. 8, the tragic death of Balrog was deeply imprinted in their hearts.
That kind of disbelief, that kind of shock, I can't believe my eyes at all, the powerful Flame Demon clan slave is actually dead?
All the creatures looked at the only person standing on the field, none other than Jingshan, the human war slave.
His eyes were calm, scanning the entire arena, and suddenly he roared to the sky. It was a roar full of grief, anger and depression.
The human race was despised and even looked down upon by all races, but had never been looked down upon by any race. At this moment, he actually tore the powerful Balrog alive.
"Arena No. 8, the Flame Demon clan's battle slave died, and the human clan's battle slave Jingshan won!"
A sweet voice came, awakening countless dazed creatures present, and then they truly realized that the human race had won this battle.
"Damn it!"
"Asshole, my crystal..."
This was followed by countless wailing sounds, all of which were those who had bet on the victory of the Fire Demon Tribe. All of them roared crazily and looked very angry.
"Did the human race win against the slaves?"
Many creatures and strong men couldn't believe it. Why did the human slaves win despite the death of the Balrog?
Isn't it said that the human race is the most vulnerable? Now, Jingshan directly killed the battle slaves of the opponent's Flame Demon clan and won the victory, making many strong people realize that the human race is not as weak as they thought.
If we say we are weak, it is because the defeat of the human race in the previous generation resulted in the almost annihilation of the race, which caused the race to decline and be suppressed and humiliated by all races. That is why we consider the human race to be the weakest.
"Congratulations, sir, on your victory."
Next to her, the pretty face of the fairy waiter was shocked, and her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. She knew best about Jingshan's strength, which was not like this a month ago.
Her eyes flashed and she said with a smile: "Sir, if the war slave wins one game, he will get 10,000 time crystals, two games will get 20,000, three games will get 30,000, and so on, after the tenth game he will get
Double that."
"One hundred million time crystals, I didn't expect time crystals to be so profitable?" Qin Tiange said to himself, turning over a card in his hand, which showed 100 million time crystals.
I had spent 100,000 time crystals before, and Jingshan's odds were a thousand times. If I won, it would be 100 million.
It looks like a lot, but in fact, the winnings from buying Balrog on the handicap are 100 billion, and with 100 million there is another 99.9 billion. The arena is a huge profit.
"Dear spectators, the drawing of lots will begin in Arena No. 1."
Soon, a sweet voice spread throughout the venue, the drawing of lots began in Arena No. 1, and the above row of names began to appear.
Soon, the draw ended, and the result stunned countless creatures of all races present.
"Arena No. 1, the result of the draw, No. 5: Human Race Slave: Ruby, vs. No. 9: Ferocious Beast-Nine Infant Clan Battle Slave."
As these words came out, the atmosphere at the scene became heated again, and every creature looked at the two figures appearing in Arena No. 1 with great excitement.
A human woman, a ferocious beast, the Nine Infant Clan.
