1681: C1681 Reversal

C1681 Reversal

And the man with the ghost mask, for the first time, showed signs of panic.2

As if he didn't know what to do, a hint of joy flashed across the eyes of the man with the Tiger Mask. No one was willing to die together.

Not to mention, this was a place where people were as weak as grass. Everyone who participated in the duel wanted to kill their opponent and survive.

Although it was difficult, there wasn't a single person who participated in the battle. He had forgotten that rule. As long as one could win a hundred matches in a row... They would also be able to obtain the protection of the God Clan in this city. He would be in charge of this colosseum.

The protection of the God Clan alone was enough to drive countless people crazy. Only those who stayed in this city knew how terrifying the God Clan was.

Their strength was like the roots of an ancient tree, intertwining and intertwining. No matter what was happening in this city, no matter how big or small it was, nothing could escape their line of sight.

The God Clan had a share in any industry.

No matter how strong you were, you could be said to have reached a meteoric rise. No one in this city would dare to do anything to you.

Because if they killed you, it would be the same as declaring war on the God Clan. With their pride, they would only end up like this when faced with such a person.

Therefore, everyone went crazy. They wanted to win a hundred matches, but no one knew how long this arena had been established. There were very few people who could really win a hundred matches.

They could even count with their hands.

Their names were like legends. Regardless of whether they knew about the arena or not, they were all people who were familiar with it.

The eyes of the man wearing the Ghost Mask flickered with a cunning light. It seemed like he had lost his ability to judge. In fact, he retreated backwards. He grabbed the spear in his hand and swept it with all his strength.

After all, the man with the tiger mask did not use his qi to strengthen his body. For a moment, he lost his balance and slid to the side. However, he did not stop his attack. The sword in his hand continued to stab at the man with the ghost mask without hesitation.

After the masked man regained control of his weapon.

He directly pulled out his spear and swung it a few times in the sky. Then, he used the God of Spears to hit the back of the man who had not fallen to the ground.

"Crack!"

The man's back was hit by the spear, and it made the sound of bones breaking.

In an instant, the man was lying on the ground, unable to stand up.

The man was lying on the ground, the bones on his back piercing out from his body. His spine was broken into many pieces, and many of them were stuck in his flesh. The man in the tiger mask was lying on the ground, and his body began to twitch.

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