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3Long Bufan's confidence3

"Now that I've obtained two slaughter points, I'll choose them for the remaining eight slaughter points."

Long Bufan held the pike, the sharp spearpoint with a cold glint, and pointed at the eight powerful Lich Fighter, and said calmly.

"This guy is too arrogant, he even picked the Warriors to fight later!"

"You're right. Does he really think he's invincible? Does he want to complete ten consecutive victories in a single go?"

"Let's see how far this kid can go."

Seeing Long Bufan's actions, all of the Demon Fighters present were stunned for a moment, then started to mock and ridicule him. If Long Bufan had only picked a few Fighter with weak cultivations, they all felt that the chances of winning ten matches were rather high.

However, Long Bufan was completely opposite, the opponents he had chosen were all experts at the fifth stage of the Demon General Realm, and all of them were Demonic Qi Cultivators that were extremely proficient in Spirit Cultivators. With just one battle, their souls would probably be destroyed to the point of collapse, thus he was courting death!

The black-clothed referee paid no heed to the discussions below, and swept his cold and indifferent gaze over the eight lich Fighter that the spearpoint was pointing at. He then shifted his gaze to Long Bufan and said indifferently, "You are very confident, but which one do you want to fight next?"

Long Bufan's cold gaze swept across the audience below the stage. At the same time, the eight Lich Fighter also raised their eyes and met Long Bufan's gaze. Those pair of dark green eyes were like a beast waiting for an opportunity to attack from the shadows, flickering with a cold and gloomy light.

"If possible, all eight of you, attack together." After muttering to himself for a bit, Long Bufan retracted his gaze, and looked at the black-clothed referee beside him, and said indifferently.

Previously, at the first floor, there was no judge, so any Fighter could freely challenge him. Therefore, Long Bufan was not sure if he could challenge all eight opponents at the same time on the second floor.

Upon hearing these words, a surprised expression surfaced in the black-clothed referee's cold eyes.

"What?!" Am I hearing things!? This brat actually wants to fight eight?! "

"Fuck, I'm starting to suspect if he was stimulated by something. He came to the Tower of the Bravehearts to commit suicide."

The moment they heard Long Bufan's words, the Demon Fighters below the stage all opened their mouths wide as they gasped for air. All of them began to discuss with shocked and doubtful expressions.

As for the eight lich Fighter s, they evidently did not expect Long Bufan to make such a decision. Their eyes were slightly startled as they looked at each other, and then, as if they came to a tacit understanding, each began to emit a black mist.

Following the enveloping of the black aura, in the next moment, the eight Lich Fighter disappeared from their original positions and suddenly reappeared on their slaughterhouse.

"It seems you're very confident in your own strength."

The black-clothed referee looked deeply at Long Bufan for a moment, and spoke with a slightly meaningful tone: "If you are keen on this kind of killing method that multiple people use, then the slaughterhouse in the third floor just happens to suit your appetite. However, the prerequisite is that you can choose this trial."

Hearing that, Long Bufan's brows twitched. Listening to the black-clothed referee's words, it seemed that the killing rules of the Tower of the Bravehearts's third floor were different from the two below.

"I won't waste any more time, let's begin." With that, the black-clothed referee left the slaughterhouse, leaving only Long Bufan and the eight Golden Crow Fighter s to face each other.

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