833: C833 No More than One!

C833 No More than One!

"Since that's the case, I'll just let you give up!"2

"Fierce Tiger Leaving the Mountain!"

Arthas disappeared in a flash, appearing right above Dalmesia. Dalmesia reacted in an instant, but before he could strike back, a large fist appeared in his eyes, magnified at a rapid pace.

With the sound of bones shattering, Dalmesia smashed into the ground like a cannonball. With a bang, a ten meter deep crater was created as rubble flew everywhere.

"Wuuwaa!"

Dalmesia spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His body trembled violently, but he was unable to stand up again.

"How is it, Lieutenant General Dalmesia? Do you accept reality?"

Arthas clapped his hands and lightly gasped for breath. He was smiling as he looked at the hole in the ground. He seemed to be the victor.

"This fellow actually dealt with Dulmesia in an instant!"

"Where did this White Hawk find such terrifying existences? I've never heard of their names before this. Could it be that he's really a chosen from the heaven's chosen? How could he be so lucky!"

Atop the high platform, Grandma He was frowning as she looked at Taher and Arthas with a puzzled expression.

"Bam!"

"Bam!"

"Bam!"

However, before Grandma He could react, the battlefield once again resounded with two heavy sounds of something breaking through the ground.

Waldo, the World Destroyer, pulled his fist from the head of the lieutenant general and calmly puffed on his cigar. Next to him lay a mountain of fire, which looked like dried twigs.

Waldo, the World Destroyer, had seven or eight hideous wounds on his chest, but there was no bone to be seen. Crodelle's entire right arm was covered in blood, and it was unknown just how many wounds he had suffered.

After all, the opponents they dealt with were the stronger ones among the admirals, and injuries were inevitable.

However, the situation was bleak for the navy, as they were not a match for the pirates. It had only been five minutes since the lieutenant general had entered the arena, but four admirals had already fallen.

"Hahaha, brothers, charge!"

"The Navy is only mediocre. Kill them!"

"Follow, follow!"

The sea bandits' morale was greatly boosted. They gathered their friends, and their faces were full of excitement. They charged towards the navy in large groups. However, the navy's morale was sluggish. They were actually being continuously forced back by the sea thieves.

"I can't continue like this. I have to think of a way to save him!"

Grandma He would never allow the morale of the navy to weaken like this. The war had just begun, and it was extremely disadvantageous for the navy. They had to find a way to restrain it.

Meanwhile, the reporters from the various newspapers around the world watching the scene near Cassino Island were all horrified.

Although they had thought about the intensity of this battle, the war had changed too fast, even the lieutenant general had been defeated so quickly.

It had to be known that in the brilliant and intense battle at the top, the Ghost Spider and the other admirals had endured to the very end. Until the end of the war, only a few of them had left.

But now, after only a few minutes after the war had begun, even an elite lieutenant general like the Ghost Spider had lost to the pirates. The newspaper reporters could not help but start to worry about the strength of the navy.

Could they really win with their current level of strength? The White Hawk gang and the red-haired gang wouldn't be the final winners, would they?

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