The two who collided in mid-air scuffled together, and Lang Xing never expected that the flowing fire would be so crazy. Punches and kicks weren't enough, teeth, knees, elbows, and even a mallet.

"If you want to fight, then fight, even if you die together..."

"Flowing Fire, are you crazy?How is it possible, how are you not suppressed by my illusion?"

It's a pity that Liuhuo didn't have time to answer him, and only one answer was a head hammer, forehead to forehead, blood for blood.

Lang Xing had already been beaten stupid, he really couldn't imagine that in the illusion he had created, the combat power of the Flowing Fire Explosion was so strong, it did not decrease but increased.

Flowing Fire punched him in the stomach, "Do you like to watch the tragic death of the people..."

Flowing Fire kicked him in the crotch, "Do you love to watch innocent women being bullied..."

Flowing fire elbowed Lang Xing's temple, "You still want to see babies being tortured and killed..."

"Do you fucking know what it means to be ruined?" he kicked in the chest again.

Flowing fire scolded and beat at the same time. It's a battle here, and it's clearly an overwhelming beating.

Lang Xing didn't know what was wrong, in his own illusion, he was completely suppressed by the flowing fire. The flame struck Lang Xing into the sky, to the ground, to the roof, into the flames...

Lang Xing couldn't take it anymore, and he felt like all his bones had been broken three times. Even their own internal organs have been displaced.

Lang Xing also wanted to fight back, but he really didn't expect that the Flowing Fire Divine Sense was so powerful, it was completely crushing.

Just when Lang Xing was in great pain, Tatsu's voice suddenly came from the sky.

"Stop, the hourglass has run out of the last grain of sand... Drift Fire has won again..."

The sound was accompanied by a strong wind that blew away the entire background, and the illusion finally disappeared.

It was only at this time that the viewer could see clearly the battle situation inside the light. Liuhuo stood there sweating profusely, while Lang Xing sat on the ground with a lonely expression, not saying a word.

No one knew what was going on, and all they saw in the whole gladiatorial fight was the light, and the low shouts from inside from time to time.

Now the light has dissipated, and the winner has been decided. No one would doubt the victory of the Flowing Fire, and Lang Xing's expression has proven everything.

Everything is an illusion, this is a battle of consciousness, in reality, the two people did not fight at all, if there was no light covering, maybe everyone just saw two stupid boys standing face to face, sweating profusely, full of nonsense. Stand for an hourglass for a long time, and then the Flowing Fire wins.

Fortunately, with the cover of that light, this gives the giants endless imagination. There will be endless versions of this gladiatorial fight in the years to come.

Flowing Fire gasped for a while, looked at Lang Xing and whispered, "You really shouldn't touch my scales... You really shouldn't... Do you know why I rarely use light spells to defeat my enemies? I thought I always thought that light spells were the most cruel of all spells..."

"The worst memories of people's hearts are repeated in your spells, and you fight them in this way... It's cruel, it's so inhumane..."

Lang Xing also stood up now, and he saluted deeply, "Thank you for being taught, your divine sense is much stronger than mine, I am not your opponent, I am very convinced to lose this game..."

At this time, Tatsuna, who was standing in the stands, spoke.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful. You are worthy of being the son of the god of war, and you have won three battles and three victories under serious injuries... I'll ask you now, do you still have the courage to fight again?"

Flowing Fire looked back at the sleeping giant tree, smiled slightly, and before he could speak, suddenly a giant jumped out of the stands.

"Son of the God of War, your affection is in our hearts and minds in the Stag Tribe, but you can't continue, if you continue, you will die..."

It was the patriarch of the Bucks tribe who spoke, and he was also the uncle of Jumu.

"Jumu can make a brother like you before he dies, he is worth it. I don't think Jumu wants you to die here... On behalf of the 3000 warriors of the Stag Tribe, I implore you here...."

"Give it up... Please give up..."

The words of the stag patriarch resonated, and there was an uproar in the stands. At this time, nearly 20,000 giants had arrived inside the altar, and the most powerful tribes around had all arrived.

"Give up, Lord Driftfire... The Moon Wolf Tribe is here to recognize your status as the son of the god of war...", and before the words fell, a giant jumped down.

Because of the leadership of the two tribal patriarchs, more giants jumped down later.

"The Mustang Tribe..."

"The Goshawk Tribe..."

"Fire Tiger Tribe..."

"The Blue Wolf Tribe..."

......

"....I beg Lord Driftfire, give it up. We recognize you as the son of the god of war, and we take your affection for the giants to heart..."

At this time, there was a sudden round of applause in the altar, which was not a cheering applause, but rhythmic applause, and there was only one voice to accompany the applause.

"Son of the God of War... Ha... Son of the God of War... Hah..."

The monotonous voice, chanted by 20,000 giants at the same time, with that simple rhythm, actually has an impact like a mountain and a tsunami.

Flowing Fire couldn't describe how he felt, he always felt that this situation was so familiar.

"Yes, that's right, I've heard this tsunami sound before, it's familiar, it's too familiar..."

In the vast grassland. When the flowing fire led the cavalry to charge into battle, there was such a sound, it was the roar of countless warriors. And when the Golden Wolf King fell, the sorrow that erupted on the battlefield regardless of whether the enemy or the enemy broke out was like this.

Now, in the altar of the god of war in the vast mountain, the applause of 20,000 giants has brought the flowing fire back to the battlefield where they fought at the beginning, which is the cheer of the warriors facing the warriors, and this is the highest reverence for the strong.

Flowfire straightened his clothes and bowed deeply to the square.

"Tatsu... I know you're the most powerful of the four gods, and I might die at your hands... But you underestimated my courage, and if I hold back, how can I be worthy of the title of son of the god of war?"

"Giant Tree doesn't want me dead, but Giant Tree doesn't want me to be a deserter either..."

"Deserters don't deserve applause..."

Chen stopped talking, and the patriarchs of those tribes were also silent, and there was no way to refute Flowing Fire's words, they could only watch Flowing Fire walk to Chen's arena, which was the last arena.

Tatsu is a very calm giant, and somehow, Flowing Fire can always see a thick bookish aura on Tatsuna's face. This sounds really funny, the giant who is more than three meters tall and unusually burly can actually be associated with the scroll qi, and I don't know what the hell Flowing Fire thinks.

However, this is how Flowing Fire felt at first glance, and when the data of the Tearless Detection appeared in front of his eyes, a deep sense of despair was revealed.

How can this be fought? This battle really can't be fought. Chen's combat power is actually as high as 1100, which is already a great mastery, okay.

Desperate Flowing Fire stood in front of Tatsu with a wry smile on his face.

"I knew you were powerful, but I never thought you would be so powerful and perverted..."

This sentence made Tatsurai interested: "How do you know that I am stronger than you? We have never fought each other?On the contrary, I have always felt that you are very strong, and even I have some doubts that I can defeat you..."

Chen wasn't making fun of Flowing Fire, he did feel this way, after all, Flowing Fire's fighting will and exquisite spells in the first three games were very admirable.

What's more, no one has a perverted magic weapon like no tears, and no one can directly detect the combat effectiveness of others.

For Chen's questioning, Liuhuo can only face it with a wry smile, and he can't directly tell others the secret of no tears.

The combat power of 1000 is a watershed between a small master and a big master, and there is no doubt about this Liuhuo, after all, it has been verified countless times in the Creation Gate Liuhuo, and there has not been a single mistake.

But does this iron law apply to Tatsu? The weird Tatsu doesn't look like an Awakened One, does it? It seems that a swordsman with a combat power of more than 1000 has never appeared.

A sword master is not a sword master, and an awakened person is not an awakened person, so what is Chen?

Flowing Fire shook his head, as if to shake off the cranky thoughts in his head. Also, it's useless to think about anything now, no matter what Chen is, this battle is inevitable.

Since you have to fight, you have to fight hard.

Flowing Fire stretched out the index finger of his right hand and slid it gently through the air, the movement was extremely gentle, but his face was unusually serious.

Flowing Fire's strange behavior made everyone curious, and even Chen gave up the idea of taking the initiative to attack, paying close attention to Flowing Fire's fingers, he also wanted to see what else was strange about Flowing Fire.

Fingers slid in the wind, and in a moment faint, subtle sparks appeared in the air, and were pulled into a long, thin golden thread by the fire.

Flowing Fire finally came up with his trick of pressing the bottom of the box, 'Flowing Fire in the Wind'

As Mars grew, and as the golden thread grew longer, the other fingers of Drift Fire joined in. After a while, in front of the flowing fire, the soft golden thread had formed a large net floating in mid-air.

Tatsu's eyes widened, and he could see something strange by now.

"Fire Cultivation Spells? And it's such a weak Fire Cultivation Spell? What does Flowing Fire want to do? Give up the water and light systems that you are good at, and actually attack with fire cultivation spells?"

"Could it be that he is a three-cultivator awakened? impossible, absolutely impossible... In the legend of Gu Lao, only the few old monsters who have entered the Great Mastery in the Creation Gate can cast the whole system of spells. How can it be done with just one stream of fire?"

"If he is a great master, then there is no need to fight the three battles just now, the crushing of the realm is irresistible, and the flowing fire can clean them up casually as long as he moves his hand slightly..."

It's no wonder that Chen questioned, even if that big master only had a combat power of 1001, he could easily crush a small master with a combat power of 999.

This is the crushing effect brought about by the level and realm.

It's not just that Chen is curious, but now the more than 20,000 giants in the entire stand are also holding their breath, staring at the action of the flowing fire, and Mei Jiaoniang is even more exaggerated, she is so excited that she almost strangles the rainbow to death.

Everyone can see the weirdness, but no one knows where the weirdness is.