"Now I announce, the duel between Yu Long and Wang Jiecheng is now, start!"

As the host announced the start of the competition, the crowd around Area A to watch the fight instantly boiled. Especially those who are usually better and familiar with Wang Jiecheng, now they have taken out their mobile phones to turn on the video function, aimed at the arena, and are waiting to record the scene of Wang Jiecheng's victory cheers.

Zhang Baobao's steel teeth clenched, sweat stains continued to ooze from his palms, and his hands involuntarily clenched into fists. Looking up at Yu Long and Wang Jiecheng in the iron cage through a solid iron fence. Yu Long's every move on the stage was tugging at Zhang Baobao's fast-beating heart, after all, Wang Jiecheng came at him for this matter, but in the end, although he was a little stubborn, the little bald head Yu Long with a pure heart was shot while lying down, and he knew that he should have signed in the first place?

But Wang Jiecheng, the yin goods, has never explained to himself straightforwardly, if he provokes head-on, he will never be afraid of Wang Jiecheng at his current level, but this grandson always has to play tricks, how can he not be wary?

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me!

Zhang Baobao angrily slammed his fist on the iron fence in front of him, and an iron ring began to buzz. But in the noisy environment of the arena, the crowd was frantically shouting at Yu Long and Wang Jiecheng in the iron cage, whistling loudly, and no one cared about the small changes in the iron bar.

still complains that Yu Long, this kid is too stubborn, and he refuses to change himself even if he wears out his mouth. With Wang Jiecheng's permission, he applied to the organizer to replace Yu Long in the competition.

But it's too late to say anything.

Zhang Baobao kept thinking nonsense in his head, his heart was mixed, and there was a white emptiness in front of him.

……

"Bao, take a look, I think Yu Long is dying. The little fat next to him pushed Zhang Baobao, and then pulled Zhang Baobao out of his thoughts.

Zhang Baobao looked up at the iron cage in the arena, and saw that Yu Long's right leg calf had been burned by the fire, and his movement was already extremely inconvenient. With his fists on his chest, he made a defensive posture in a dragon fist move, and his eyes stared straight at Wang Jiecheng opposite, with a resolute face!

Zhang Baobao was very anxious.

With a set of broken books "Dragon Fist" that are no longer in circulation on the market, and after learning a few basic dragon fist techniques, do you want to win against Wang Jiecheng, who has practiced spiritual arts since childhood and is a full 6 grades higher than Yu Long?

Zhang Baobao turned his head to look at Wang Jiecheng again, there was an egg-sized stone ball suspended in front of this object, and there was a raging fire burning on the stone ball, Wang Jiecheng used this burning stone ball to hurt Yu Long's calf, or burn.

"Huanqu Stone?"

"What? what did you say?" Xiaopang heard what Zhang Baobao seemed to say, but because the surrounding environment was too noisy, he didn't hear it clearly at all.

"Huanqu Stone" Zhang Baobao seemed to be answering Chubby, and he also seemed to be muttering to himself.

Huanqu stone is a kind of stone quarried from the Tianxing Mountains, known for its strong hardness, its Mohs hardness of 8.9, second only to corundum, in the market after carving and polishing excellent Huanqu stone can also be sold at a particularly high price. Spiritual cultivators, in the case of insufficient cultivation of their own earth spiritual power, can use the method of purchasing Huanqu Stone to carry with them to make up for their shortcomings in this regard.

The burning stone that is now suspended in front of Wang Jiecheng is the Huanqu Stone!

Wang Jiecheng used fire spirit magic to ignite the fire on the Huanqu stone, and finally used the wind spell to urge the wind, turning this extremely strong stone into a worthy offensive weapon.

Xiaopang nodded, as if he understood something, and at the same time looked sideways at Zhang Baobao's knowledge. This knowledge needs to have a strong theoretical foundation of all things to know, otherwise ordinary people will not know what it is even when they see it, let alone understand its source and function.

"Rub. Xiaopang spat out, "It seems that Wang Jiecheng's grandson has invested a lot of money and wants to be a killer? This Huanqu stone is not cheap for the citizens, right? This kid relies on a few stinky money at home to buy such a lethal weapon, this is not cheating?"

Zhang Baobao didn't make a sound.

After all, Chubby just spit it out. After watching so many episodes of live webcasts, Chubby is very clear about the rules of the dragon pattern underground fighting arena.

The rule is – there are no rules!

Only talk about winning or losing, regardless of means. As long as you enter the iron cage of the two-person fight, then only one winner can come out. Whether the rest of the losers were dead or wounded, the organizers didn't care at all. They only care about the winners, because only the winners can bring them a steady stream of spectators and bettors, and the more these people, the more money the organizers can make.

If the loser is seriously injured and can no longer take care of himself, then the organizers will take him to the nearest hospital, and then he will have nothing to do with himself. If you fail and are only slightly injured, the organizers won't even look at you. Where did you come from and where are you going?

If one of the losers in the arena accidentally kills the loser, then the organizers will only notify your family to identify the body, after all, the life and death contract is signed there, and the organizers have a strong backstage guarantee, so there is nothing anyone can do. If the body is not claimed within the time limit, the body will be disposed of by the organizer privately, and no one knows how to deal with it.

Therefore, within this dark fighting arena, life and death are only a matter of the thin line.

And this stubborn bald Yu Long is like a newborn calf, not afraid of anything. Maybe it's because he doesn't know anything, doesn't understand anything.

The ignorant are fearless.

This really killed Yu Long! Now it seems that Aunt Wang Wanrong is not wrong at all to ask Yu Long to learn more knowledge. If you can come out alive, Brother Bao will definitely teach you more knowledge.

"Whew"

The Huanqu Stone, which was braving the raging flames, struck out again under the urging of Wang Jiecheng, like an arrow from the string, and came straight towards Yu Long's front door.

"Wang Jiecheng! You brute! Your opponent is me! Do you want to kill Yu Long with your dead hand?" Zhang Baobao saw that the situation was urgent, and he couldn't care about everything, so he stood outside the iron ring and scolded. The little fat next to him also opened his throat and responded.

In the noisy voice, Wang Jiecheng seemed to hear the scolding of Zhang Baobao and Xiaopang, turned his head and looked down at the two, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyebrows were raised, and his eyes slanted with disdain before turning his head back.

The blazing Huanqu Stone struck straight at Yu Long, Yu Long dodged, and the Huan Qu Stone did not hit Yu Long's face, but hit Yu Long's left shoulder fiercely.

The hard edges and corners of the Huanqu Stone directly smashed an ugly crack in Yu Long's left shoulder, and the blazing flames on the Huanqu Stone seemed to sprinkle a handful of salt on the wound. Several different sensations of pain passed deep into Yu Long's brain along the nerves in his body, and Yu Long screamed in pain.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!h

Everyone in the audience could see that Yu Long's injury was extremely serious, and there was no suspense about the outcome in the iron cage. But it is only when the numb spectators and bettors see such blood flowing that they can feel the mental excitement. Wang Jiecheng's cold-blooded friends even held their mobile phones to record these pictures that they thought they were very proud of.

Crazy cheers rang out one after another.

These piercing shouts are like sharp swords slowly and repeatedly cutting through Zhang Baobao's already tense nerves, blood vessels and heart. Zhang Baobao prayed silently, the victory and defeat have been divided, and I hope Wang Jiecheng will stop here.

But Wang Jiecheng on the stage obviously didn't think so.

Wang Jiecheng looked at Yu Long, who was bleeding from his calves and arms on the opposite side, and looked very proud, as if after winning this iron cage fight, he would be able to become a king like Chai Hao?

Huan Qushi flew in the air, and in a moment, Yu Long's legs had been knocked out of four or five blood holes, Yu Long had no strength to resist the enemy at all, and his legs fell to the ground weakly, bleeding nonstop.

Blood snaked down the floor, like lava that had just erupted from a volcano.

The crowd in the audience shouted Wang Jiecheng's name like crazy. Wang Jiecheng was smiling and his arms were outstretched, as if he was a victorious king, enjoying the obsessive shouts of the crowd in the audience.

"Damn! Wang Jiecheng is teasing Yu Long! deliberately hurting his legs without ending the game. !" The little fat next to him looked at Wang Jiecheng's smiling face and complained to Zhang Baobao angrily.

Zhang Baobao naturally could see that Wang Jiecheng deliberately avoided the vital point and injured Yu Long in order to show how good his spiritual cultivation was, and continued to enjoy the cheers from the audience, and he would not end the game until he felt satisfied. It's like a cat that catches a mouse and doesn't eat it immediately, but first plays and teases it, and then eats it in one bite when it feels bored.

Zhang Baobao's palms were clenched into fists, his nails pierced into the flesh of his palms, and a stinging pain penetrated into the nerves of his brain.

Zhang Baobao tried to restrain himself, he hoped that Wang Jiecheng would not hurt Yu Long or tease Yu Long, at least not to hurt Yu Long's life.

Zhang Baobao prayed in his heart for the director of the country to appear to fulfill his wishes, and in Zhang Baobao's heart, Ren Xiaoyao was an existence like Shen.

Wang Jiecheng on the stage lowered his arms slowly, and the shouts of the surrounding crowd gradually decreased, until finally no one in the fighting arena in Area A spoke or shouted again, all of them were silent. Everyone's eyes were staring straight at Wang Jiecheng on the stage, waiting for the end of this fight.

Wang Jiecheng slowly raised his right hand, his eyes showed a fierce light, and his eyes stared at Yu Long, who was already spread to the ground and dying. With the twist of the index finger of his right hand, Wang Jiecheng concentrated his breath, and shot the Huanqu Stone burning in front of him with all his strength towards Yu Long, who was half-lying on the ground!

"Stop !!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Zhang Baobao couldn't control himself anymore, and roared and climbed onto the barbed wire fence that blocked him!