1653: C1653 St One Wins Kim Po on Stage

C1653 St One Wins Kim Po on Stage

Article 1653. Victory of the Holy One. The Jinbao entered the arena.

Boom!

Just as Sacred One strangled the Ghost-Face Sheep to death, a cold blue holy flame appeared in his hand.

The Ghost-Face Sheep's body was instantly incinerated into nothingness.

The corners of Elder Leto's eyes twitched!

heteropyrexia! He actually had a heteropyrexia!

How could someone cultivate a heteropyrexia with an orc?

He believed that his judgment would not be wrong.

Those who could cultivate a heteropyrexia were all people with great perseverance.

In the past thousand years, not a single person had appeared in the orc.

But now... ......

He felt as if he had overlooked something!

Right!

It was the attitude of King Beaumont and the others!

It was because they were confident that they would win that they showed that kind of indifferent attitude.

We also have this kind of attitude!

What's going on?

I have a trump card to summon demons, what do they have?

Could it be the heteropyrexia of this guard?

It doesn't seem likely.

If King Beaumont was the one controlling the heteropyrexia, they would still feel some fear.

But that guard who hadn't even reached the Sage State? ......

At this time, Tu Men's strongest technique was gone.

He was at a loss for what to do.

Should he summon the spirit beast to fight?

Would it be useful?

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill shoot from the side.

He suddenly looked up.

He saw that the corners of Saint One's mouth curled up into a sinister smile.

"The monster you summoned is dead, now it's your turn!"

"You..."

Tu Men's expression changed instantly. His heart skipped a beat.

What should he do now?

Fight or surrender?

He secretly looked at Elder Leto out of the corner of his eye.

He saw Elder Leto staring at the ground in a daze and did not notice him at all.

I might as well admit defeat. Anyway, it doesn't matter if I lose a match.

"I..."

Tu Men wanted to say the word 'admit defeat' just now.

But when he felt the Neck tighten, the two words were immediately forced back.

A large hand tightly grabbed onto his Neck, just like when he was holding onto the Ghost-Face Sheep.

Tu Men was completely flustered!

"Wuu... I... Uhh..."

He struggled with all his might, wanting to say the word 'admit defeat'.

However, how could Sacred One give him the chance?

The boss had said that everyone's opponent would be strangled to death.

Then he would definitely strangle the enemy to death without any discounts.

Crack!

"Stop!"

At the same time he crushed Tu Men's Neck, Elder Leto's cold voice was heard.

Saint One ignored him.

A blue flame appeared on his palm with a bang.

Tu Men instantly turned into nothingness.

"This kind of trash is worthy of fighting me!"

Saint put his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes. He walked back as if there was no one else around.

Elder Leto gritted his teeth in hatred.

Arrogant! This was too arrogant!

A puny guard actually dared to turn a deaf ear to his words!

Fine! I'll see how long you can be arrogant for.

This was only the first match.

I will definitely not be polite to you in the second match!0

However, in reality, he had never been polite.

If the orc was killed, he felt that it was only natural.

But if their side was killed, then they wouldn't be able to take it anymore.

"Tu Shu, you go! Don't talk nonsense with them, let's end this quickly!"

Elder Leto waved his hand.

He urgently needed to use the victory of the second match to regain some face.

The opponent only used one move. They also had to use one move.

Tu Shu braced himself and went on stage.

He kept staring at Sacred One. He was afraid too!

Tu Men couldn't do it, neither could he.

They were all the same cultivation level, summoning the same level of demon race.

If Saint were to go on stage again, not only would he not be able to admit defeat, he would also have to sacrifice his life!

Fortunately, the one who appeared was a young man with shifty eyes.

Tu Shu's heart was more than half at ease.

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