When they saw Xiao Zhe, who was wearing golden holy clothes and holding a golden battle spear, soaring into the sky like an ancient god of war, the Fengchao Stadium was in an uproar. There were many younger spectators who almost had tears in their eyes.
Stars.
"Wow, Golden Saint, and he's also a flying Golden Saint."
"That look of holding a golden war gun is so cool!"
"It's so handsome. I've dreamed of having a golden suit like this myself since I was a child."
"Golden Saint VS Armored Warrior?"
"No, why do I feel like it's the Golden Saint fighting against the Underworld Warrior?"
"Damn it, when you say that, that pitch-black armor looks a bit like the warrior's suit!"
"Come on, Golden Saint, kill that Hades warrior!"
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Hearing the shouts of encouragement for Xiao Zhe coming from the auditorium, as well as the boos directed at him, Zhou Shiqi's face darkened under the mask, and his brows began to tremble.
His heart was up and down, and his whole body was like an active volcano about to erupt.
Why does Xiao Zhe have so many people supporting him, while he is like a stepmother who is despised by others?
Is it because Xiao Zhe is wearing a gleaming golden holy robe and he is wearing a pitch-black obsidian battle armor?
Zhou Shiqi felt a little confused. What was so good about Xiao Zhe's flashy golden battle suit? It was so exaggerated. It was not as low-key, luxurious and connotative as his obsidian battle armor.
"Humph, they are all a bunch of superficial people from the Appearance Association."
"I will never admit that Xiao Zhe in the golden battle suit is more handsome than me!"
At this moment, Zhou Shiqi heard Xiao Zhe's extremely provocative words: "Hey, not only can I transform, I can also fly. Can you do that?"
Hearing this, Zhou Shiqi's face under the mask was as black as the bottom of a pot. Grandma is such a bear, how can she fly?
Damn it, labor and management have tolerated you for a long time.
I hate looking up at people the most!
Also, what I hate the most is someone pretending to be 13 in front of me.
Thinking of this, Zhou Shiqi shrunk the long golden stick and put it into the black stone ring, then turned over his hand and took out the pocket knife with a shiny black blade.
"At this time, it's time to take out my forty-meter long knife and teach you how to behave."
Seeing that the pocket knife in Zhou Shiqi's hand seemed to be inflated, and in an instant it turned into a giant long knife with a blade of forty meters, the corner of Xiao Zhe's mouth twitched slightly.
I totally forgot that this happened.
However, Xiao Zhe will not be frightened by this.
You have a forty-meter long sword, and my golden battle spear is not short either.
In an instant, the golden war spear in Xiao Zhe's hand stretched to forty meters away.
Of these two people, one was standing on the ring holding a forty-meter-long sword, and the other was holding a forty-meter-long golden war spear and standing high in the air.
The next second, the two of them shouted loudly, and their swords and war guns violently collided with each other.
"Bang!"
"boom!"
At the collision point, sparks flew everywhere and the air was trembling.
With just one blow, the golden battle spear was knocked back by the long knife.
Zhou Shiqi was unreasonable and slashed towards Xiao Zhe who was high in the air with his long sword.
While Xiao Zhe quickly made evasive movements to dodge Zhou Shiqi's attack, his brain was running at high speed.
"I'm so stupid. I know that guy's brute force is amazing, but I still compete with him. Isn't this just making me feel uncomfortable?"
"Also, now that I'm wearing a golden battle suit and with Wu Tu's energy bursting out at full strength, I should actually attack him at close range."
"With long-range attacks, I can't use my current advantages at all."
Upon thinking of this, the golden war spear in Xiao Zhe's hand instantly shrank to its normal length.
Immediately afterwards, his body quickly landed on the ring from a high altitude.
Holding the giant 40-meter-long sword on his shoulder, Zhou Shiqi teased: "Why don't you fly anymore? What are you doing down here?"
Xiao Zhe's face turned green and white for a long time. He took a deep breath, and then said righteously: "I think it's better that I don't take advantage of you, so as not to make you unconvinced when you lose.
It all depends on the excuse that I can fly."
"Haha, will I lose?" Zhou Shiqi sneered.
His heart was open and he naturally knew that Xiao Zhe was talking nonsense with his eyes open, but he was too lazy to expose Xiao Zhe.
After shrinking the 40-meter-long sword, Zhou Shiqi flipped his hand and put it into a black stone ring. Then, he waved to Xiao Zhe: "This game has dragged on for too long. It's time to make a move."
It’s over.”
"I think so too." Xiao Zhe nodded slightly, and then he looked at Zhou Shiqi, who was bare-handed, with a surprised look on his face, "Where are your weapons?"
"Looking at you, you are ready to fight me in close combat. In this case, there is no need for weapons." Zhou Shiqi said eagerly, "Compared with weapons, I still feel that my pair of fists are more convenient to use.
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"Especially, I like the feeling of punching to the flesh the most."
"The feeling of hitting someone with your fist is really so good!"
"hey-hey……"
Although he couldn't see Zhou Shiqi's face under the mask, Xiao Zhe imagined Zhou Shiqi's grinning face in his mind, and his eyelids jumped crazily.
"Now my whole body, except for one face, is without any protection."
"That guy said he likes the feeling of punching to the flesh. He shouldn't keep greeting my handsome face, right?"
"I still have to rely on this face to make a living!"
Thinking of this, Xiao Zhe thought it was necessary to communicate with Zhou Shiqi in advance.
So, he scratched his cheek and said dryly: "Well, can we agree in advance not to slap in the face?"
"Okay, no problem!" Zhou Shiqi agreed without thinking.
However, the corner of his mouth under the mask showed a trace of a wicked smile, and no one could see it anyway.
After receiving Zhou Shiqi's affirmative reply, Xiao Zhe couldn't help but feel relieved.
The next second, his face became solemn, as if he had shrunk to an inch, and he appeared not far in front of Zhou Shiqi.
The golden war spear entwined with Wu Tu Qi Jin, in Xiao Zhe's hand, was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, stabbing out dozens of shots in an instant.
Dozens of heart-stopping cold lights suddenly appeared out of thin air, like starlight breaking through the fog. In an instant, they landed in front of Zhou Shiqi, shrouding his whole body.
Zhou Shiqi's eyes under the mask were shining with rich golden light. Under the superhuman insight of the titanium alloy dog eyes, the dozens of gun lights in front of him seemed to be as fast as cold electricity.
It's like slow motion, extremely slow.
The trajectory of every spear light was clearly observed by Zhou Shiqi.
However, Zhou Shiqi's attention was not on those spear lights at this time. His eyes were fixed on the golden war spear in Xiao Zhe's hand.