On the playing field, Li Lu and Haferten of the ant tribe had already fought against each other.
Li Lu's tall figure seemed to teleport in front of Hafer, and his huge palms were already slapping down. His furry palms were as big as Haferten's entire body. It was as if he swatted a mosquito to death and slapped Haferten's body on the playing field!
Bang!!!
This slap of the palm made the entire stadium tremble, and hundreds of millions of spectators could clearly feel it.
"What a powerful force." Xu Jingming said secretly, while also staring at Haverten's body under the furry palms.
"Being filmed into a pulp?" Countless viewers watched nervously.
Li Lu's face changed slightly. He raised his palm and slapped it down with the other palm.
Bang bang bang!!!
Both palms swatted angrily one after another, trying to beat Haverten to death completely.
Haverten lay on the ground in the arena, not even trying to hide. Instead, he slowly got up with his hands on the ground. The process of getting up was very slow, and Li Lu slapped him hundreds of times.
"That's all you have?" Haverten lowered his head and sneered softly. He was slapped but there was no wound at all. "Are you tickling me?"
"The body of the ants is indeed tough enough." Li Lu slowly stretched out his palms, and a terrifying aura was brewing.
Haften felt a faint threat, and immediately backed out, walked up a thousand meters, kept a certain distance, and looked at Li Lu solemnly.
"Ant tribe, your body is so tough, take one of my sword skills and try it." Li Lu said calmly, and as soon as he took a step, his figure was blurred.
Haverten immediately dodged, but Li Lu's speed was obviously superior. When he got close, a sword flashed across Haverten's body, and a large piece of flesh with a carapace was thrown away, and purple blood splashed.
"Using the palm of your hand as a knife?" Haverten frowned slightly, ignoring the injury on his abdomen.
"Die." Li Lu continued to attack with an expressionless face, slicing Haverten's body with each strike, hoping to kill Haverten completely.
But Haften's body was recovering quickly, and the several wounds on his chest were completely healed in the blink of an eye.
The large piece of flesh and blood that was cut off at the beginning completely grew back in just a second.
"Huh?" Li Lu's expression changed, "His recovery speed is so fast?"
Although the strong men in this world have high recovery power, Li Lu was still shocked by how quickly one-twentieth of his body's flesh and blood was cut off and completely grew back in just one second.
Xu Jingming was also horrified: "The recovery speed of Haverten, the ant tribe, is dozens of times faster than mine!"
The bigger the body, the slower it recovers. If a dragon at the same level of 70 and over a hundred meters long has its tail cut off, it will take several days to grow it back.
But if humans cut off an arm, it will grow back in a minute or two.
If an ant tribe breaks off a leg, it will grow back in seconds.
"Li Lu of the Tiger Clan, do you have any new methods?" Haferten of the Ant Clan looked at the opponent. After confirming the power of the opponent's sword, he changed his fighting strategy and took the initiative to use his thick chest and back to resist the attack.
Even a wound can be healed in the blink of an eye.
Li Lu remained silent and continued to attack.
Using his two palms to perform sword skills is his best method, but Haverten's body is too tough and his recovery speed is too fast.
"If you don't have new methods, then you lose." Haverten grinned and took the initiative to meet him, resisting the sword with his body, and at the same time, he attacked again and again.
The small palm was like an extremely sharp knife, creating another bloody wound on Li Lu's body.
"The physical body of a strong man can be used as a weapon, but the body of this ant tribe can be called a magical weapon." Xu Jingming could see clearly that when the fingertips of the ant tribe's palm scratched Li Lu's body, it was a wound.
Li Lu was forced to defend, half of his mind was on defense, and half of his mind was on finding a way to win.
Both sides fought wildly.
But it is obvious that even if the ant tribe has some wounds, Haval will recover in the blink of an eye.
The wounds on Li Lu's body healed much more slowly. In the close-range fight, one of Li Lu's eyes was scratched and blinded.
If you lose one eye, you can recover in about a minute.
Such a long time is enough for the ants to add many advantages.
Haferten took the opportunity to blind the opponent's other eye.
After fighting for six full minutes, with a small hole blown out of his head, Li Lu shouted the words "I surrender". The game was finally over.
The whole place was quiet at first, and then cheered.
Many ants, bees and other ultra-small races were jumping in the audience, cheering enthusiastically.
"champion."
"Haverten, champion."
The spectators of these ultra-small races were not excited. They vaguely saw the hope of the ants winning the championship.
Since the beginning of the Ten Thousand Races Competition, this is the first time that the Ant Race has entered the main competition.
And this time, they are still expected to win the championship. How can they not be motivated?
"Lost." Li Lu felt very depressed after admitting defeat, "If I lose this game, the possibility of me winning this competition is almost negligible."
According to the previous experience, the winner is usually the overall winner.
However, Haferten of the ant tribe became more and more confident: "As I expected, when the strength is close, if we fight head-on, the ant tribe will win."
In the player box.
Xu Jingming watched Li Lu leave the field from a distance: "Li Lu was blind in both eyes. In the later stage, he relied on his senses to fight, and a hole was blasted out of his skull. If I were to go up, would I win?"
Not sure!
Also in the contestants' box were the demon dragon-born Hunter Cloud and the gray elf tribe Fu Jie. Their expressions were also very solemn: "The body is indestructible, the recovery is amazingly fast, and his sharp claws are terrifyingly sharp. How can we defeat him?"
The ants have black shells on the backs of their hands and sharp spikes on the tips of their fingers. They are simply born weapons.
Time passed minute by minute.
Every game in the final round robin is very fierce. Xu Jingming, Ant Haferten, Bluff Li Lu, Demon Dragonborn Hunter Cloud, and Gray Elf Fu Jie, no one knows how to give in, and they all try their best to win every game.
"The Ant Haverten." What Xu Jingming is most concerned about is the battle between the Ant Haverten.
In the fourth game of the round robin, Haften of the ant tribe faced off against the calamity of the gray elves.
This time, Haverten won easily.
5. Fu Jie was inferior in attack, unable to leave any wounds on Haverten's body.
There was no suspense in the game, and Haverten won easily.
The seventh game of the round robin, Haferten of the ant tribe versus Hunter Cloud, the demon dragon descendant.
Demon dragon-born Lie Yun had just defeated Li Lu in the previous match! This shows Lie Yun's strength. He is more than five meters tall. He is the strongest and fastest in the round-robin competition, and his fighting style is extremely fierce.
Yes, you are fierce, here in Haverten, you hit a nail!
Lieyun's ferocious attack only slightly injured Haverten.
In the end, Haverten used his fist to blast through the chest of Demon Dragonborn Lieyun, piercing the heart, forcing Lieyun to admit defeat.
"The seventh game of the ultimate round-robin competition is over, and Ant Haverten has won." Pan Qiu, the host of the competition, entered the venue excitedly, "So far, Ant Haverten has fought three battles and won all three!"
"Human Jingming also fought two battles and won two victories."
"The Demon Dragonborn Hunter Yun fought three battles, winning one and losing two."
"The Li Lu of the Hu clan fought three battles, winning one and losing two."
"The gray elves' Fujie also fought three battles and lost all three."
Pan Qiu, the host of the competition, said in a high-pitched voice, "In this competition, Lieyun, Li Lu, and Fu Jie have no hope of winning the first place! They cannot match the number of victories of the Ant Tribe Haften."
"So the eighth game will also be the last game of this competition, and it will be between the human Jingming and the ant Hafuyu!"
"Whoever wins between them will directly win the championship of this competition."
The voice of Pan Qiu, the host of the competition, spread throughout the world through broadcasts.
In the world of all races, the audience of the human race and the audience of the ant race are all excited and crazy.
Countless ant tribesmen went crazy. They hugged each other, bumped their heads, jumped, and looked at him with excitement and eagerness. The greatest strongman of their ant tribe—Haverten.
The joy of the human race is no less than that of the ant race.
"Master Jingming is going to challenge for the championship."
"In the final round robin, Mr. Jing Ming has won both games. Once he defeats the ants, he will directly win the championship of this competition."
"Our human race actually strives to become the champion of the Ten Thousand Races Competition?"
The audiences from the seven human kingdoms couldn't believe what they saw. It was as unreal as a dream!
"We will be very satisfied if we can enter the main competition. But Master Jingming is a warrior of the human race. In the end, as long as he wins one more game, Master Jingming will be the number one among all races!"
"I can't believe it, I really can't believe it."
Countless human spectators were filled with excitement. They were all watching the live broadcast, nervous and looking forward to the start of the final game.
"Lord Jingming has finally come to the end." In the audience, Yu Yangwei, Ying, Fatty Fengke and the three of them had complicated emotions. They had no hope, but they finally saw their friend come to the end.
"Seize this opportunity, and if you win, you can go out."
"Jingming, we have no hope, you have to seize the opportunity." Yu Yangwei and the others thought.
At this moment, the millions of high-dimensional beings watching the game were in complicated moods, envious and jealous.
After all, one of Xu Jingming and Ha Fubi must leave, and most of their higher-dimensional lives have lost hope.
The host of the competition, Pan Qiu, was also paying attention to the status of the two players. After confirming that the ant Hafteng had completely recovered, he said excitedly: "The next step is the last game of this competition! Invite the two players to enter!"
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Countless spectators cheered.
Amid the expectations of countless lives in the world of all races, two figures appeared in the arena.
Xu Jingming and Haverten faced each other from afar.
"There is only one last battle left before we leave, and I must win this battle." Haften, the ant tribe, said silently.
Xu Jingming observed his opponent: "I must seize the opportunity. When the next competition begins, the advantage of the ultra-small race will be greater. The longer the delay, the greater the variables! This is the time when I have the greatest hope!"
The eyes of the two sides collided, and their minds and wills also collided, hoping to feel the other's unshakable determination.