"I don't believe it!" The Quasi-Martial Sect raised his head and looked at Ma Liang with difficulty: "You are talking nonsense at all!"

Suddenly, the Quasi-Martial Sect seemed to think of something: "That's right, that's right, it must be just now, there is something wrong with the pill you swallowed just now!"

"You are so pitiful!" Ma Liang did not have the idea of justification, but shook his head pityingly: "You who have not experienced war, you will never be able to understand the meaning of the word comrade-in-arms." But it doesn't matter now, surrender or I'll send you down, you choose!"

For a while, the atmosphere on the field was almost frozen, although the Quasi-Martial Sect didn't want to admit it. But he really didn't have the strength to fight.

From the strong taunt at the beginning, to the use of the combined celestial weapon, and now, he is about to surrender helplessly.

That quasi-martial sect no longer has any thoughts and expressions.

He is not an ink language, and his skin is thicker than the city wall. Surrendered decisively, but in the face of many ridicules, he was still the color of his face.

And this quasi-martial sect, the ability to bear it is obviously too much worse. At this time, he only felt as if he had a mountain on his back, even if he had already used this time to recover some spiritual power. But he still didn't stand up!

The eyes of the onlookers were like nails nailing him there.

"Surrender!" The Quasi-Martial Sect did not speak, but Mo Yu behind him had already directly raised the "White Flag" as the captain of the Mo Country side, and Mo Yu had the right to arrange troops.

This platoon naturally includes deciding who will let it go before, and deciding who will go down later!

"In this game, there is no need to continue!" Mo Yu said lightly: "Mo Xiong, our goal is the final championship. You don't use the killing trick here, let's go, just leave the rest to the brothers in the back!"

Mo Yu's words have the meaning of helping that quasi-martial sect to regain face.

He was telling everyone that it wasn't that the Quasi-Martial Sect was already going to be defeated. It's that the quasi-martial sect has a killing move, but he doesn't let the quasi-martial sect let it go.

And that Mo Yu is simply an old fritter among liars, worthy of being the master who was able to fool Qin Sheng in the first place. Looking at his expression, if it weren't for Qin Sheng's very clear grasp of the situation, I am afraid that he would have been deceived by him.

After all, some of the methods of the Quasi-Martial Sect just now were really a little too amazing.

Now Mo Yu said that he had the means to press the bottom of the box, but it may not be true.

But I'm afraid the reason, it's not that they really have to wait until the final to use that killer move. But Mo Yu had already seen that even if he used that killing move, he still couldn't defeat Ma Liang.

Otherwise, even if he and Ma Liang fight to lose. Then next, the two martial heroes of the Land of Ink against the two gold-level primaries of the Extreme Martial Camp are simply pinching and killing.

Therefore, instead of being abused by the ultimate, it is better to surrender quickly.

And now the word surrender is put forward by Moyu, anyway, Moyu is already a shame and thrown to grandma's house, and I don't care about losing it this time.

On the contrary, he could take advantage of this opportunity to show favor to the Quasi-Martial Sect in front of him.

The Quasi-Martial Sect was already on the verge of collapse, but unexpectedly he suddenly heard such a sentence from Moyu. I was slightly stunned, but I understood it in an instant.

Immediately, he stood up: "Moyu, don't stop me." Today's battle is a matter of glory, and I will never back down!"

"No!" Mo Yu immediately said: "I am the commander of the team, this matter must be listened to me, referee, please announce, we surrender in this game!"

The referee nodded: "Mo Yu, as the leader of the competition team, surrender is valid." In this game, Ma Liang of the Jiwu Battalion was born!"

"Phew!" the referee announced the result, but the onlookers shouted in unison.

There are even some people with cultivation who scolded: "Shrinking turtle, you have to be a turtle yourself and let your teammates be turtles!"

"Trash, go back!" shouted in unison, and the scene was chaotic.

For a while, Moyu simply became a street rat that everyone shouted and beaten. However, Mo Yu didn't have any expression except for his blue face, and he felt like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

Of course, he really didn't know what kind of expression to show.

Bitter, sad, or helpless?

In fact, it's both, but now he can't care about so much. Because he also has two martial artists, and two martial arts in the third group.

He had to put all his hope on these five people.

The defeat doesn't prove anything, and if he can turn the tables around in the next games, the rest won't matter.

On the opposite side was Ma Liang, who had recovered from the pill after intense consumption. And then there are two early golden warriors who can't pose any threat at all.

So, one purpose. The remaining two warriors of the Land of Ink were able to join forces and defeat Ma Liang even at a heavy cost. Then the victory of this small group will definitely belong to their country of ink.

And the last Zhao Zisong, no matter what kind of cultivation he is. But his own golden rank is not deceiving, that is to say, even if Zhao Zisong breaks out again, it is just the cultivation of Wu Hao.

Two martial arts sects, against one martial artist. As long as that martial artist is not as perverted as Qin Sheng, even if it is a cultivator like Ma Liang, it is useless, it is still a pinching killing.

So in Mo Yu's view, the key point of everything is on Ma Liang.

"Ma Liang, Ma Liang!" Mo Yu secretly thought in his heart: "Who are you sacred, or do you really have something amazing in Dashun Kingdom!"

Mo Yu has now been forced to the edge of the cliff, and if he takes a step back, it will be an abyss.

If he failed this time, he would still fail when Mo Cheng was so well prepared as the commander. Then the responsibility that Moyu has to bear next is simply terrifying.

And this time, the big competition adopts a point system. In the end, if the failure of the country of ink is due to the lack of this crucial point, then the responsibility of ink language will be much greater.

Especially Mo Cheng and he are mortal enemies, this time Mo Yu has such a handle in Mo Cheng's hands. I don't know what kind of situation Mo Cheng wants to be rectified by him!

As for the game of this game, no matter what everyone said, it still came to an end.

Immediately afterwards, the referee directly announced that the game would continue, but because of a series of damage to the Quasi-Martial Sect's Hellfire Gauntlet, this ring could not be used for the time being, and it was necessary to find someone to quickly repair it.

The time given by the referee was ten minutes, although it was only a short ten minutes, but for Mo Yu, his heart was dripping blood.

But his protest was ineffective at all, after all, he said a thousand things and ten thousand. The destruction of this land like this is not caused by their side of the Ink Country.

And the rules were clear before, if there is a problem with the venue, it will take time to straighten it out. Naturally, the match was suspended during the re-establishment of the venue, and the two sides went into a break.

Mo Yu's confidence comes from the fact that Ma Liang's spiritual power has been almost depleted. The latter two Martial Sects, Rao is not as good as the quasi-Martial Sect, and they can also take him down in one go.

But now it's different, even if you only have a ten-minute break, you might be able to turn the tide of battle.

Finally, the hardest ten minutes have finally passed. However, when Ma Liang appeared again, the spirit obviously returned to its peak state again.

Seeing Ma Liang's expression, Mo Yu's heart was dripping blood. Immediately turned his head to look at the two martial heroes and said in a deep voice: "I won't say much else, you should know the significance of this victory for our Ink Country!"

"Know, know!" How could these two martial artists of the Land of Ink not know.

But now the problem is, you bigwigs have all lost. And then in a word, we have to put the responsibility on the two of us, and these two martial artists will be willing to do that.

But there is no way, they are not the quasi-martial heroes and heroes, with strong backgrounds. Even if it's Moyu, he has to stick his face to help him out.

Now in one sentence, saying that the winner and loser of this Great Shun Kingdom is on them, that is on them.

If they are not able to win, they will not be put to death immediately. But in this life, there is no chance of further promotion.

This is simply a nightmare for two people who have worked hard to reach the stage of martial arts, and they are about to enter the house martial arts sect and become the nobles of the country of ink.

It means that all the efforts of the first half of their lives will be in vain, and the second half of their lives will always be driven by others.

Especially those who are contemporaries with them, those who are their enemies will succeed in becoming martial arts sects in the future. Their future is bound to be worse than death.

"It's good to know!" Mo Yu's tone also softened: "Actually, you are the same as me, if you fail this time." The future will be worse than death, in this case, it is better to give it a go this time and play with style!"

"Yes!" Although Mo Yu said it beautifully, it was really difficult for the two martial artists to resonate in their hearts.

Immediately, the referee did not give them time to continue the ink, and the game had entered the preparation stage.

One of the two martial artists immediately walked up to the stage tremblingly, saluted Ma Liang and said, "The country of ink, Yan Chou!"

"Da Shunguo, Ma Liang!" Ma Liang also arched his hand and returned the salute.

is also saluting, but the two of them are already decided. Ma Liang is full of spirits, because of the battle just now, his self-confidence has climbed to the extreme.

On the other hand, the martial heroes of the country of Namo cowered, as if they were afraid that Ma Liang would suddenly attack them when they saluted.

Such a performance is again at the home of Dashun Kingdom. Naturally, it attracted boos.

Even the referee on the side really couldn't look at it, raised his hand and pressed it slightly to make a silent gesture, and then said: "The game has officially begun!"

"Please!" Ma Liang laughed and slapped his backhand. It was like a dark cloud covering the top, directly covering the ugly face.