Outside the venue, people gasped in unison.

"I didn't expect Camões to be defeated by that monkey so quickly......"

"Who would have thought? Camões is the son of Ubo, the owner of the Gummy Gym, and I've seen his boxing before, and while it's nowhere near as good as his father, it's a small achievement. Today, because of his presence, I still feel very nervous, I didn't expect to kill such a 'dark horse' halfway, or a monkey, this monkey is so strong. ”

"What the hell is this monkey coming from? I haven't heard of it before, why did it suddenly appear?"

"What's even more strange is that he can actually get a candy citizen ID card, is there any background?"

The onlookers were talking.

If some people had the idea that Little Wukong was just an advantage in speed, and now they hurriedly put it behind them, they all want to know what the origin of this little monkey seems to have come out of nowhere. The two sticks that the little monkey hit at the fat man Camões just now were really exquisite. Although there is a suspicion of taking advantage of the danger of others, in fact, whether the real Candy Warrior is adventuring outside, fighting enemies such as monsters, or defending against foreign invasions inside, the enemy will not care if you are ready or not, and the killing is over. The Candy Warriors put life and death on the line in almost every game, gambling with their lives. Every bit of feats of the Candy Warriors contains endless dangers, and if you are not careful, your life may be lost.

That's why their status is so high and so respected.

Everyone's eyes returned to the venue. In the center of the field, Little Wukong crossed his waist, held a stick with one hand, and pestled on the ground, holding his chest up and laughing. It wasn't until he heard the soldier call for the second group to come to the field, he pursed his lips boringly, put away the club, rushed out of the field with one lunge, and continued to wander leisurely outside, as if he did not take the previous battle seriously.

On the other side, the fat man Camões was carried away by several soldiers who came, and an old man wearing a pointed hat and a robe was waiting there, and when he saw the first wounded man coming, he waved his wand, and a white light came out of it, and the direction of the light was like that of Dahler who had treated little Wukong before, covering all parts of Camões's body.

General Avery, who was on the side, looked at Little Goku's gaze in an instant, and became interested. Dale hadn't lied before, but the little monkey really had two hits.

He looked at the rest of the people on the field at this time, and smiled, when Little Wukong didn't come, he had a rough idea of the contestants in this game, and several of them were considered to be of the best strength: Brewer, the son of Grand Duke Quake, and Goss, the son of Bishop Lane, who studied spells under the prestigious great magician Lanning, and Camões, the son of the gym owner who had been beaten unconscious by Little Wukong, all had a chance to win the championship. But then, when he saw the name of that one in the list, General Avery knew that they would never win.

There are also some contestants who didn't pay much attention before, but they made him shine in the competition, such as the girl who was also holding a staff in the second group of the first round, although her strength was mediocre, but she was able to defeat Siriendo, the son of the Marquis of Tantin, which was also a bit of strength. Of course, with that one here, he didn't think the girl would make it to the last step.

However, now there is a little Wukong in the middle, although it is a monkey and not a human, but it is also the same as that one, standing on a scale in Avery's heart, but it is still unknown who the scales of victory are tilting towards.

When little Wukong was wandering away boringly, he didn't realize that someone was staring at him behind him.

In the crowd, a young man wearing a black cloak with a dark face looked at Little Wukong's every move, turned his head again, and watched the duel on the field, with a slight sneer on his lips. He also held a stick in his hand, with "12" written on it, which happened to be exactly the same number as the previous Little Goku, but it was the last group to appear in this round.

After the eleventh group decided the winner, several soldiers walked over and carried the seriously injured party away, and the man in the black cloak slowly raised his head, and a fierce gaze burst out, causing the people around him to shudder.

He smacked his lips, feeling a little bored, sneered and snorted, and then heard the referee shout: "Twelfth group, ready to be in place!"

The man raised his head and strode into the field, accepting the gaze of everyone, he stood calmly, and the cloak behind him was windless. About twenty or thirty meters in front of him, a very tall young man stood there, hugged his fist at him, and said with a hearty smile:

"In Lower Jaelsen, I wonder what your Excellency is called?"

The man smiled, his face gloomy:

"All you have to do is make a move, all that nonsense. ”

The strong man named Jerson was speechless, and after a while, he pounced on the man and punched him in the chest.

At this time, for no reason, he smelled a very strong, bloody breath.

He was uneasy, but the punch was handed out and could not be withdrawn. I saw that the man's left hand in front of him was slowly stretched out, and it was clenched into a fist like Jerson, but the speed was very unreasonable, and it suddenly hit Jerson's face. Jaelsen was shocked, he hadn't even punched the man's chest, but he was directly hit by the man's head-on.

The man's punch into Jerson's face was not loud, but there was a very low, "poof" sound, but the pain brought Jaelsen was more intense than he had ever felt before, so much so that even the word "bone-piercing" was not enough to describe it. He felt his face slowly sunken, his body seemed to be sizzling inside, and his limbs were already unconscious. He subconsciously wanted to scream, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

As a result, the onlookers could not see Jaelsen's pain, they only noticed that the man had punched him in the face, and that was it. However, Avery, who was a little far away from the arena at this time, and Dale, who was even farther away, invariably frowned.

The man's fist slowly withdrew, but it was placed at his side in an instant. Jelph tried his best to raise his head, but he could only lift it a little angle, and he opened his mouth with great difficulty, and a difficult voice finally came from it:

"For ...... Why ......"

He had already sensed that the smell of blood was coming from the man in front of him, because his body was now emitting a faint blood-colored light. It's a pity that it's a little late.

The man smiled, he licked his lips unsatisfied, but he didn't speak, from the moment he punched just now to the man's direct defeat, his footsteps were always stuck in place, never moved.

Jerson's body slowly fell to the ground, and the whole person fell into a coma, and the crowd was shocked, and they also looked at the man in the black cloak with the same eyes as they looked at Little Goku before, wanting to know where he came from.

At the moment, the sound of the crowd was chaotic, and it could not be stopped for a while, and the man returned to the field with a calm expression, and the blood around his body had already been withdrawn, no different from ordinary people.

The referee's eyes widened, he didn't expect the winner to be decided so quickly, and he came to Jerson's side, confirmed that he could no longer fight, and was about to summon the soldiers to carry him away for treatment. In front of him, Captain Avery appeared, and the referee quickly bowed to him and stepped aside.

Avery ignored it, and all his attention was focused on Jerson's face, his brows furrowed, and he was silent. Jaelsen's face had completely collapsed, no longer what a face should be, and strangely enough, there was no heavy bleeding on his face, and even if there was, it was just a drop or two of blood dripping from his forehead.

He stared intently, but he couldn't see why, so he waved his hand and asked the soldier to carry Jaelsen down. Then he turned to look directly at the cloaked man, who noticed his gaze, but whistled as if he were out of the way, unconcerned.

Avery asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

The man in the cloak replied in a flirtatious voice, "My name? Mogan, isn't it written on my ID card?"

Avery frowned even tighter, the blood color of the man before, although it was extremely faint, maybe the onlookers did not notice, but he had a full view, he vaguely felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember the source. Jaelsen still had a faint breath and didn't die there, so the man didn't break the rules, and there was no reason to arrest him for questioning.

Avery stared at him again for a long time, but he had no choice but to say, "It's okay, the second round of the competition is over." Today's two games, everyone is a little tired, and it's late, so let's go back and rest first, and come back tomorrow morning to decide the final candidate. ”

So, the crowd gradually dispersed. Little Wukong finally stopped jumping happily and ran to Dale's side.

At this moment, Little Wukong inadvertently tilted his head, and a man in a black cloak came into view. The man looked at him for a moment, then turned away.