The battle list was quickly announced, and Giacco didn't have that much luck. He was drawn by an eight-year-old child, two years younger than him, but fortunately he was four years old when he came in, and his cultivation time was one year shorter than Jia Ke's. Jaco thought to himself that fortunately his luck was still there, his luck was not bad enough, and he could still win with a little hard work.

When Jaco was preparing, there was already a group on it.

The whole camp was watched by the children at this stage. They want to watch advanced competitions, and only at this time. Giako stood somewhat "nervously" in the specially divided area, his fists clenching tightly at the corners of his clothes. In fact, he was not so nervous, but in order to make the opponent light and play his cowardly role well, Giacco still showed his superb acting skills.

The two children in the first group were evenly matched, both only about six years old, which made Jaco look embarrassed. None of them used their daggers, and they all relied on their bodies to collide. Jaco looked at it for a while and knew that his body was not strong enough, and he was no match for these two six-year-old children. Even though he has been training here for five years, his physique is already extremely strong compared to the ordinary children outside, but he still can't look good enough when facing these muscular little guys. The only thing he has a little confidence in is his divine sense. The Divine Consciousness can rely on its own power to attack, but if he has no power at all, then no matter how powerful the Divine Consciousness is, it will only make him intelligent in his ears and eyes.

The first group soon decided the winner, and the winning boy smashed the other boy's abdomen into a large pit with one fist, causing the opponent to vomit a mouthful of blood and completely faint.

Pace raised his hand to signal the soldiers to drag the unconscious or dead losers down, and then beckoned, "Next group." ”

There is a girl in the second group. Jaco had long discovered that the girls who could survive here were extremely fierce, even more powerful than the average boy. The weak girls have long been eliminated, and the remaining ones know their weaknesses and will desperately strengthen their strength. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the girl to stab the dagger into the other party's heart. This ruthless method made Jaco's heart cold.

After more than a dozen sets of battles, Giacco heard his name.

"Group Seventeen, Jaco, Monroe."

Monroe quickly jumped on stage. He already had the dagger in his hand. Jaco also jumped on stage. He is about the same strength as Monroe, and if Monroe chooses to use a dagger, he can only choose to use a dagger. This at least reassured him a little - his strength was much weaker with his bare hands.

Jaco held the dagger in the palm of his hand, and when Pace nodded his head, he slammed into the preemptive strike!

Monroe seemed to be taken aback by Jaco's sudden speed of action, and he quickly jumped back, narrowly avoiding Jaco's slash, but his clothes were still cut open. He hurriedly stepped back and immediately prepared the way to attack, the dagger coming up from under Giako's body and stabbing him in the jaw.

Feeling the danger, Jaco hurriedly turned sideways, a pain in his jaw, and a blood line was pulled out. It's a small injury. Despite the pain of the small wound, Giako's face remained unchanged, and he rolled on the ground, stabbing Monroe in the thigh with a knife in exchange for an injury!

His presence was noticeably different from the cowardly imp before, which made Pace look at him more. But his lack of muscles and poor technique kept Pace from giving him much of a good rating.

At the same time as Jaco's knife went down, he was also slashed on the arm. Blood gushed out, and the pain made Jaco's face immediately turn white, and he looked even more miserable than Monroe's condition with his legs open. Monroe immediately tightened the bleeding area of his thigh and punched Jaco in the abdomen. Jaco took two steps back and didn't let the punch hit him. Now his advantage was obvious, Monroe's leg was scratched, much more troublesome than his hand was cut, but Jaco knew that the blow was a quick and accurate cut with the help of his divine sense. Giacco stopped fighting and began to run around the field. All he had to do was wait for Monroe's blood to settle and he couldn't hold it anymore. For Jaco's shameless approach, many people booed below, but many more were expressionless. Snaketails don't care what your killing methods are, they only care about the outcome.

After Jaco circled dozens of times, Monroe still didn't fall. 666 shouted beside Jaco, "He can slow down the flow of blood! Jaco didn't dodge anymore and rushed straight up. Monroe saw the opportunity coming, and a twinkle flashed in his eyes. He clenched his dagger, half-crouched down, and before Giako approached, he whispered, "Kill me, the family won't let you go!" ”

Jako's heart jumped, knowing that this was a threat and a warning to him, but Jako's eyes narrowed as if he hadn't heard, and his divine sense pushed all the soul power in his body, beating inside him like a wave.

Seeing Jaco rushing straight at him regardless of it, it seemed that he was going to slash him directly into the heart, Monroe's face also appeared with a fierce look, he steadied his horse and spat out a mouthful of blood. Monroe spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, but a large amount of soul power flashed out of his body. Giacco immediately understood that this was a special exercise. There are not a few aristocratic families who have their own exercises, and a poor commoner like him can only rely on the basic exercises given by the snake tail to practice.

Now that the arrow is on the line, even if Jaco faces another exercise, he can't change the momentum. He just tilted his sword slightly, and then he saw Monroe's hands bloom into a flower composed entirely of soul power! Jako's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he suddenly urged his soul power to speed up, and before the flower could fully take shape, he rushed forward and slashed it apart!

Monroe didn't expect Jaco to dare to rush hard after seeing his own afterlife, he was stunned and only heard the afterlife flower make a cracking sound, and the sharp knife light slanted through the shattered soul power, and slashed into his throat-

Jaco's divine consciousness mobilized all his soul power, surging out along the blade, and in the blink of an eye, it slammed into Monroe's neck!

Monroe's neck exploded, his head flew three meters away, and his body fell. Jaco's head was sprayed with blood, his whole body turned red, and his arms trembled. The spirit power of the Afterlife Flower continued to wander around him, and it was not until Monroe died completely that they dissipated.

Giaco was covered in wounds, and he didn't sit down until he was declared victorious. Then one soldier picked him up, and another soldier went to pick up Monroe's head and body.

Seeing Giako's little face still in a daze, the soldier who was carrying him said, "Good job, little ghost." ”

Jaco came back to his senses, nodded despite the magnified pain on his body, and recited a long Buddha name. If Monroe hadn't threatened him, he wouldn't have made up his mind to kill him. When he saw the Death Flower, he knew that the other party had already started to kill. Jaco hadn't killed anyone in his previous matchup, not because he didn't dare, but because the kids were too young. He looked at them as an adult or even an old man, and had a faint compassion for them. He has lived several lifetimes, and he doesn't know how many lives he has in his hands, most of them are evil people, and there are also many good people, and he has not touched a few lives of such a young child.

Seeing that Jaco was able to stand on his own, the soldier left, and the man who had just won still had some time to be free. Jaco went to the public bathroom to take a shower, grinning his teeth. The wounds on his body, large and small, some even deep to the bone, were brought to him by the flowers and explosions.

Jaco was so painful that he was about to breathe, shivering as he rinsed. 666 didn't have that kind of pain, and he didn't have Giaco's compassion, and he cheered loudly for him from the sidelines: "Beautiful! Monroe used to like to bully civilians the most......] At this time, a voice rang out: "It's useless. I can't stand this pain. ”

Jaco looked back and saw a boy turn off the faucet, pull his hair up, and start drying his body. There was a very new knife mark on his back, which had turned white under the rinse, and was no longer bleeding. The boy casually picked up the bandage that was set aside, and bandaged himself somewhat awkwardly. Giaco recognized the boy as the one who had won the fourth game. He made a deep impression on everyone, because he was a leapfrog challenge, and his opponent slashed his entire back with blood, but he finally hacked his opponent to death as if he was not injured. The boy's name was the same one that Giacco had first heard when he first took over.

Giacco felt pain all over his body when he looked at him. And 666 has already quickly displayed the boy's message in a scrolling way next to Jaco.