Zhao Tuntian paid a huge price for Don Quixote's life.
Whether this is worth it or not is a matter of benevolence and wisdom, but at least in Zhao Tuntian's eyes, it is all worth it.
He has already turned on the annihilation mode, otherwise he would not be able to defeat Don Quixote. No matter whether he faces Lin Zhiming or Dirk Nowitzki, he will not have the strength to fight. In this case, it is better to lose and kill them.
Don Quixote.
After all, Don Quixote was also a master. If he died, he would have one less opponent to fight against the Tree of Life in the future.
As for those various punishments, for a person like Zhao Tuntian, as long as he is not prevented from eating, it will be fine.
"Mr. Dirk, Don Quixote is dead!" A subordinate walked up behind Dirk Nowitzki and whispered.
"Asshole!" Dirk Nowitzki looked ahead in the direction where Lin Zhiming and others were.
At this time, Lin Zhiming was the only one left there.
Others have either been deported or are receiving treatment.
Judging from the scene, Lin Zhiming was left alone, but... Dirk Nowitzki knew that so far, Lin Zhiming's side had won. All of them were still alive, while his side was dead.
A Don Quixote, and one of his trump cards, the ring that can create a special force field to make his power have an explosive effect, is also broken.
The loss is not unbearable.
"Only your life can make up for all our losses, Lin Zhiming, no matter what, I will kill you!!" Dirk Nowitzki stared at Lin Zhiming and said to himself.
With the end of the first round, only three people were left in the original eight-person group.
Lin Zhiming is the only one left here, and there are two strong players in the West, one is Ferguson and the other is Dirk Nowitzki.
Originally there should have been four left in this round, but Zhao Tuntian tried his best to kill Don Quixote even though he was directly sentenced to lose, and Don Quixote died again, which meant that the two people in the last group could not continue to participate in the competition, so they only
There are three people left.
"First of all, let us congratulate the three who advanced to the second round. Each of them is the top powerhouse in the world."
"According to the decision of the organizing committee, two of the remaining three people will be randomly selected to compete, while the other person will have a bye to enter the finals."
"Then now, let's invite three contestants to come on stage and draw lots."
"What? Player Ferguson, you want to give up the final battle? Really? Okay, we respect your intention, dear viewers, Player Ferguson has decided to give up the qualification for the final, so our final battle will come early.
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"Then, our Mr. Lin Zhiming and Mr. Dirk Nowitzki are invited to come to the competition stage!!"
Following the shouts of the host, Lin Zhiming and Dirk Nowitzki walked to the competition stage together.
There were bursts of cheers and applause at the scene.
It lasted for half a year and spanned more than 100,000 words.
This holy war that attracted worldwide attention finally ushered in his final battle!
In more than half a year, juice has shown terrible effects, turning countless unknown people into strong men in one fell swoop.
Of course, the warriors of the Dragon Kingdom were not inferior at all. They achieved very good results even without juice and became the big winners of the Holy War.
Now, Lin Zhiming and Dirk Nowitzki are standing on the competition stage.
They respectively represent the warriors of the Dragon Kingdom and the warriors of the Western World.
This is a peak showdown between Eastern and Western warriors, and at the same time, it is also a peak showdown between traditional warriors and juice warriors!
The two people stood there, about ten meters away from each other.
Lin Zhiming wore a red outfit and black cloth shoes, looking extremely capable.
Dirk Nowitzki is also dressed in the last battle.
Although the two people were ten meters apart, their auras had already collided across the ten meters distance.
The entire stadium was silent, and everyone held their breath.
Even the host at the scene was oppressed by the momentum of the two people and could not speak.
Just by standing there, these two people had already subdued everyone present.
This is the peak powerhouse!
Both of them are already at the top of the world.
It’s hard to say whether anyone will surpass them in the future, but now, no one in this world can take away the light of these two people.
"How to fight?" Dirk Nowitzki asked.
This is the first time Dirk Nowitzki has asked someone a question on the court like this, and he seems to be very serious, without any provocation or contempt like he did to others before.
"Actually, you already have an idea, don't you?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Only one person can get out of here alive." Dirk Nowitzki said.
"Yes." Lin Zhiming nodded.
"Then... let's fight to the death!" Dirk Nowitzki suddenly smiled.
"Till death!" Lin Zhiming said.
"You two, the purpose of our holy war is friendship first, competition second, you two, please pay attention to your discretion!" the referee reminded.
"Let's get started." Lin Zhiming said.
"Well, okay, then I announce that this Holy King's world-breaking battle, the final battle, is about to begin!" the referee shouted loudly.
Following the referee's order, Dirk Nowitzki directly activated his second form.
A terrifying aura gushed out from Dirk Nowitzki.
All the muscles in his body were twitching, and every twitch seemed to burst out with a terrifying force.
"Are you... ready?" Dirk Nowitzki asked.
"Come on." Lin Zhiming's face was expressionless, and he hooked his hand at Dirk Nowitzki.
"As you wish." Dirk Nowitzki's legs suddenly bent, as if springs were compressed to the extreme, and then suddenly released.
Bang!
Dirk Nowitzki's figure disappeared and then appeared in front of Lin Zhiming.
Dirk Nowitzki's right fist was clenched tightly.
However, this time, no white light appeared on Dirk Nowitzki's right fist.
This is the result of Xiao Chentian's previous battle!
Lin Zhiming stood there, motionless, not even making any defensive movements.
call out!
Dirk Nowitzki hit Lin Zhiming with a side punch.
boom!
There was a loud noise.
Lin Zhiming's body tilted to the side.
Dirk Nowitzki was stunned.
He never expected that Lin Zhiming would be punched by him without moving.
The warriors and the audience at the scene were also stunned.
Lin Zhiming, what's going on? Why are you standing there motionless?
"Didn't you eat?" Lin Zhiming looked sideways at Dirk Nowitzki and asked calmly.
"Okay!" Dirk Nowitzki's face lit up with excitement, and he swept his other hand towards Lin Zhiming.
boom!
Another punch!
This time, Lin Zhiming's face tilted to the other side.
"Let's see how many punches you can take!!" Dirk Nowitzki roared angrily, opened his bow from left to right, and kept hitting Lin Zhiming with his fists.
Lin Zhiming stood there with his hands behind his back.
Bang bang bang bang!
His body was constantly hit by Dirk Nowitzki's fists. With each blow, the powerful force caused his body to twist uncontrollably to the left and right sides.
There were already cracks under his feet due to the strong impact.
One punch, two punches!
Eight punches and nine punches!
Lin Zhiming had no idea how many punches he took from Dirk Nowitzki, but he never fought back.
The audience at the scene went crazy. They couldn't even imagine that Lin Zhiming didn't fight back from the beginning to the end.
Finally, Dirk Nowitzki stopped.
White smoke was already rising from his fist.
Opposite him, Lin Zhiming was still standing there with his hands behind his back.
Not even a single scratch could be seen on Lin Zhiming's body.
He was just standing there, his skin was just a little red.
"Is that it?" Lin Zhiming asked.
Dirk Nowitzki's heart tightened.
He never expected that Lin Zhiming's defense power would be so terrifying.
And the strange thing is that when his fist hit Lin Zhiming, it seemed like it hit an invisible barrier.
"Since this is the only way, then it's up to me!" Lin Zhiming said, taking the hand behind him to the front.
Dirk Nowitzki's pupils shrank suddenly.
The next moment, Lin Zhiming's attack came like a storm.
Bang bang bang!
Lin Zhiming, like Dirk Nowitzki before him, only uses fists.
Every punch is filled with extremely terrifying power.
Dirk Nowitzki didn't dare to push as hard as Lin Zhiming. He put his hands in front of him to block Lin Zhiming's fist.
Bang bang bang!
Lin Zhiming's fists kept falling on Dirk Nowitzki's arms.
Dirk Nowitzki's body retreated uncontrollably.
Lin Zhiming gradually increased the speed of his feet. He continued to press Dirk Nowitzki, forcing Dirk Nowitzki to speed up and retreat.
Boom!
Accompanied by a loud noise.
Lin Zhiming punched Dirk Nowitzki away.
Dirk Nowitzki's body flew dozens of meters through the air and finally landed on the edge of the competition ring.
"Come on, drink juice, otherwise you can't beat me." Lin Zhiming shook his hands and said.
"As you wish!" A ferocious expression flashed across Dirk Nowitzki's face, and then he stretched his hand to the side.
Immediately, one of his men threw a bottle of juice to Dirk Nowitzki.
Dirk Nowitzki smashed the bottle cap directly, then tilted his head and drank the juice.
Lin Zhiming stood there and did not interfere with Dirk Nowitzki.
What he has to do today is to defeat the strongest Dirk Nowitzki in front of the whole world and beat him to death!
Just like Dirk Nowitzki wants to use him to establish his authority, why doesn't he want to use Dirk Nowitzki to establish his authority?
He wants people all over the world to know that no matter how much juice you drink, you can't defeat a traditional warrior from the Dragon Kingdom.
He wants to win, but also wants to destroy the tree of life.
He will personally pull the Tree of Life from the altar and trample it into pieces!