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Under the effect of the blood-red seal, all of the Baldy Imp's energy was extracted and the corpse quickly shriveled up.

As he felt the burning energy rampaging through his veins, the corner of Long Bufan's mouth curved up in a bloodthirsty smile. The ruthless energy in his heart rampaged wildly, but was quickly suppressed by Long Bufan.

"Congratulations, you have obtained two slaughter points. Do you wish to continue?" The black-clothed referee suddenly appeared on stage, looked at Long Bufan, and coldly asked.

"Let's fight again." Long Bufan replied indifferently.

"Alright." The black-clothed referee nodded and let the two trolls slaves carry away the corpses on the ground. Then, he disappeared from the slaughterhouse.

"Do any of the Fighter s of the Lich Demons have a battle?"

Long Bufan, who had just arrived at the second floor, swiftly completed his second floor. Right now, he was letting out a loud and provocative speech, directed directly at the Witch clan. However, there was no response from below the stage.

They could keenly feel that the strength that Long Bufan had displayed just now was probably just a small part of it. After all, a Dragonblood Warrior Weapon was able to easily kill the bald Imp who had the strength of a Demon General at the third level. This ability of his had at least reached the level of the Four-Winged Dragon Blood Demon General.

Therefore, they guessed that Long Bufan was most likely pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, his hidden strength was definitely not just for show.

Time passed minute after minute, after a few minutes of silence, a trolls wearing iron armor looked at Long Bufan who was on the stage, and said with an astonished and emotional expression: "No one dares to fight, we're going to explode..."

Any Fighter who had stayed in the Tower of the Bravehearts for a period of time would know the meaning of 'extravagant'. That was, after the challenger obtained victory in slaughterhouse, they would rely on their own strength so that no one would dare to challenge them.

However, being successful did not mean that they could directly be promoted to an even higher level tower. It was the Tower of the Bravehearts's staff members who came forward and used a tough method to pick a few Fighter s to fight on stage.

Of course, as long as the killing can continue, if the victor is willing, he or she can pick his or her own. This was the rule set by the Tower Lord.

The black-clothed judge once again appeared on the stage after the slaughter entered the cold arena. He spoke in an indifferent manner, "As no one dares to fight the victor this time around, I, as the judge, declare war!"

After saying that, the black-clothed referee's gaze turned to Long Bufan, and asked: "Then, do you want to choose your opponent next, or should I?"

Hearing that he could choose his opponent, Long Bufan's heart moved, and replied without hesitation.

"Alright." The black-clothed referee nodded his head indifferently and said, "Begin immediately."

Looking at this scene, the Imp Fighter s and Troll Warrior s below the stage all had a strange expression on their faces. Looking at this scene, the Imp Fighter s and Troll Warrior s below the stage all had strange expressions on their faces.

There were more than a hundred Lich Demon Fighters below the stage. When they noticed Long Bufan's sharp gaze, most of the Lich Fighter's trembled, avoiding his gaze, not daring to look Long Bufan in the eye. They were afraid that he would call them out on stage.

As for the remaining seven to eight powerful Lich Fighter, they were completely calm and unafraid.

"Just the eight of them." Long Bufan's gaze swept across them once, and then landed on the eight mighty Lich Fighter s.

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