In the center of the arena, a pillar-like energy shield swayed up from the floor and ended at the arena barrier above.

The condensed water vapor droplets on its surface gurgle and magnify the cracks that snake upward, making it look more and more hideous.

Zheng Ming stood up and tightened the long sword in his hand. Due to the fierce battle before, his right hand and right arm were slightly numb at this time, and after suffering severe pain, what remained was dullness and numbness.

He killed the Holy Messenger. Or that the killing was not accurate, and he doubted that the messenger really had life. Judging from the previous observation and performance, it is more like a tool, the embodiment of a weapon.

Either way, there's no denying its power. That blazing light attribute energy full of divine meaning, both in strength and lethality, exceeded the average mad level median.

Not to mention the physical strength that can resist Zheng Ming head-on. You must know that its physical body alone is very impressive with Zheng Ming's mad-level physical body that has been boosted by energy.

If it weren't for the demonic flame's unexpected restraint on it, after attaching to it, it not only made it lose its mind, but also continued to weaken it over time, and it is unknown who killed the deer.

And what makes people even more concerned is the phase of Zheng Ming's devouring ability after he launches it. This is the first time that there is almost no hindrance or wear and tear on the way to devour.

"Click...... Click......"

The sound from the divine shield interrupted Zheng Ming's thoughts, and he quickly gathered his mind and looked at the column-shaped light shield where the rift was constantly expanding.

Inside, Lu Buwu stared blankly at Zheng Ming, who was looking at him from a distance, and gave up his general move to stop bombarding the Divine Shield, muttering to himself with a dull expression.

"How is this possible...... It's almost past the mad level of existence. When did that kid who was only at the strong level when he first met become so terrifying? You know, it took me almost one stroke to break through to the middle of the mad rank! Heh, hehe, hahahaha......"

At the end, Lu Buwu let out an almost crazy laugh, and the object of his ridicule was not someone else, but the humble self who was constantly struggling to become stronger.

He didn't have time to be jealous of Zheng Ming, and at this time he had been buried by an almost desperate emotion.

"Haha, there's no point, it's all in vain, the more you struggle, the more pathetic and pitiful it seems."

Lu Buwu fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands, and frantically tearing his long hair. The collapse of his belief at this moment not only made him lose his fighting spirit, but also robbed him of his calm self-confidence.

Zheng Ming walked step by step towards the pillar of light that separated Lu Buwu, and frowned as he looked at the fragile old man who had collapsed in front of him.

He doesn't understand, and can't understand, the other person's behavior. However, this did not prevent him from accepting the status quo.

It was clear that the battle was over the moment Zheng Ming defeated the Holy Envoy. Perhaps when Lu Buwu decided to rely on the treasures given by others to conduct a duel, he had actually lost himself.

Stand still in front of the pillar of light. Zheng Ming looked down at Lu Buwu from a short distance of a few meters. Under the influence of the crack in the pillar of light, Lu Buwu at this time looked extremely fragile, and it seemed that he would shatter into sand all over the ground when he touched it.

"I'm sorry. What I want is an opponent who can give me a deadly threat in an instant, even if I have a huge advantage, not an old man who has lost the will to fight. I enjoy the hearty collision between life and death. ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's words, Lu Buwu suddenly raised his head and said indignantly, "Are you humiliating me? Heh, too...... A monster like you, who can grow by leaps and bounds in just a few months, and doesn't know what the bottleneck is, must look down on me very much, right? All my efforts are as ridiculous and pathetic as mayflies shaking a tree in your eyes, right? Heh, hehe. ”

Zheng Ming looked at Lu Buwu's raised old face and fell into silence. He didn't know how to describe that face specifically, resentment and anger were certainly there, but there was also longing and envy, inferiority and self-pity hidden in it.

"The mayfly shakes the tree, ridiculous but respectable. Everyone has their own way of life, everyone has their own life, and I have no intention of pointing fingers at this, and I have no right to laugh at it. Maybe I don't agree, but I won't deny it. ”

Zheng Ming's words as if talking to himself made Lu Buwu's expression stagnate, but instead led him to come back to his senses.

He slowly lowered his hands full of gorgeous hair between his fingers, and his old face, which had been squeezed together and caused the wrinkles to deepen, gradually returned to calm.

Lu Buwu hung his hands on his sides, knelt on the ground and looked up at the sky, and sighed: "Heh, why are we back to this point. I should have given guidance and help to young people who were just starting out in the stars. Why did things get to the point where you had to fight your players to the death? ”

Zheng Ming was silent for a moment and replied in a calm tone.

"It's come to this point where it's useless to talk about it. The world is not black and white, and the distinction between right and wrong is only due to different positions. ”

……

When Zheng Ming and Lu Buwu were talking through the light mask, the lazy man on the commentary stage explained in a timely manner: "It looks like both players have lost their fighting spirit, Extreme Frost Mage, what do you think?" ”

Extreme Frost Mage: "To be sure, that light column-shaped energy mask is quite strong. If a Drunken Sword Idiot player wants to come out, he will have to smash the light shield, and the Grim Reaper Player will do the same if he wants to attack a Drunken Sword Idiot player, which will undoubtedly consume precious energy. I felt that both sides seemed to be talking calmly, but in fact, they were secretly recovering their energy and saving up for the upcoming battle. ”

"It is worthy of the Extreme Frost Mage's analysis, and it does make sense. Know that every piece of energy in a battle has the potential to affect the final outcome of the battle. We've captured footage of the previous fierce fights, and then played them on a secondary light screen, and interested viewers can open the link arena to watch the recap highlights. ”

As the lazy man followed the prompts of the process, a huge light curtain suddenly appeared in the sky above the fighting arena, and it was the slow-motion clip of the fierce battle between Zheng Ming and the Holy Envoy before.

At the same time, some of the audience in the audience have a bright white color in their eyes, which is the projection technology that projects the image of the light curtain onto the surface of the pupil.

On the other side, Bai Su and Tianhao were in the box. Matt and Saiya, who did not have an intelligent assistance chip or other external auxiliary equipment implanted, stared intently at the light screen above.

The more they looked at the picture of the battle, the more difficult it became for the two to hide their doubts.

"How is this possible? Although it is a low-level combat envoy who does not possess independent wisdom and is close to the spirit weapon, it is also the highest level existence of the mad level and is used to protect the precious treasures of the royal family. It would be easily killed by a mad-level human? ”

Thinking of this, Saiya kept comparing the gap between the battle envoy and his own guardian envoy in his heart, and subconsciously looked at Matt on the side.

Matt also frowned at this time, puzzled, seemed to feel Saiya's gaze, came back to his senses and looked at her, then shook his head with a wry smile.

……

Just when everyone outside the isolation cover of the fighting arena had different thoughts and took different actions, Zheng Ming and Lu Buwu, the two protagonists of this duel, were chatting with each other as if no one was around.

"Click...... Click...... Syllable...... When the ...... is long"

Sensing the increasingly dense cracks on the divine shield, as well as the fragments that fell more and more frequently, Zheng Ming took the lead in closing his mouth, retreated a few steps back, and assumed an attack stance.

And Lu Buwu in the pillar of light was slightly stunned when he saw Zheng Ming's behavior, but he didn't take any action.

"Looks like I'm running out of time."

Zheng Ming, who was squinting and holding a knife with a bow, hesitated for a moment when he heard this, and then spoke calmly.

"I'll strike the moment the shield disappears."

"Hehe, I want to come too."

Contrary to Zheng Ming's expectations, Lu Buwu actually smiled calmly and nodded. But he didn't say much. He felt that since the other party did not intend to resist, there was no need for him to remind him more.

"Do you remember the first time we met, that little ginger who caused you to wait outside the door for a long time?" Lu Buwu spoke again.

Zheng Ming frowned when he heard this, but did not answer.

Seeing this, Lu Buwu didn't care, and continued to take care of himself: "It's the one you bumped into and gave me a gift." That's when I had a bad feeling for you. ”

"Golden dragon lance?" A dull voice sounded from Zheng Ming's mouth.

"Yes, it's the golden dragon lance that died in your hands afterwards."

"What are you telling me all this for?"

Zheng Ming was a little impatient. I have to admit that although he didn't think he had done anything wrong and didn't violate the rules of the fighting arena, the other party's death was indeed caused by himself when he couldn't completely control his body.

To be honest, he also considered whether he could avoid the death of his opponent if he endured it for a while longer, waited until he had fully recovered, and then appeared in the arena. At that time, he had just broken away from the "dragon and magic world" where human life was like a mustard, and he could not fully integrate into the worldview of this world.

More than 20 years of war and chaos have made the common sense of the supremacy of strength and the winner king deeply rooted in his heart.

"You've adopted a girl from an unknown source. And Xiao Jiang happens to have a daughter of the same age. Because he provoked some rats in the stinky ditch in the early years and owed some debts, he lived a depressed life and did not dare to register his daughter. You must know that many service fees are calculated on a per capita basis, which will cost a lot of wealth points. And he feared that one day it would affect her. ”

Zheng Ming's face changed wildly when he heard Lu Buwu's story, and he couldn't help but interrupt angrily: "What are you going to say? ”

Lu Buwu looked Zheng Ming up and down a few times, shook his head and sighed lightly. He lowered his voice to the point that only the two of them could hold up, and deliberately tied his voice into a line.

"You know exactly what I'm going to say. Killing a person, adopting his daughter, are you showing your kindness in this way? It's a bad taste. You're glad we didn't pick up your early battle footage when we were promoting it for you. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Buwu paused for a moment, carefully observed the mask on Zheng Ming's face that changed with the change of expression, and smiled.

"I knew I had no way back. Even if I survive this battle, I will be completely ruined. I wanted to kill you with that thing, and go to their kingdom on Prince Morgan's line. ”

As if he had figured it out, Lu Buwu calmly said his current predicament, and then continued to confide in the only audience like an ordinary person who wanted to say a few more words before he died.

"Speaking of which, you wear a mask every time you fight. Hehe, it's very different from your usual appearance. Is it the fear that your atrocities will be known? That's why you wear this twisted and weird mask and attend the fighting arena with a completely different image from usual, right? Oh, it's useless. In the range of people who fell from the sky, no matter how you disguise yourself, there is only one ID.

What do you think would happen if people knew what that bloody and violent Grim Reaper looked like under the mask? How do you think the little guy you adopted would react when he learned the truth?

I guess those people will use this to blackmail you, right? “

Lu Buwu, who looked at Zheng Ming with emotion, suddenly showed a shocked expression, and in his field of vision, Zheng Ming gave up his attack posture and stood up straight.

I saw that his left hand was pressed on his face, and he took it off slowly and firmly.

In the creepy sound of tearing at the skin, the mask of a crazy face with independent consciousness emitted a sound like a scream. The black and red colors on it are constantly distorted, and the mask twists wildly, forming a shocking and infiltrating expression.

"Smack."

The crazy face mask that was torn off by Zheng Ming did not turn into a spot of light and melt into Zheng Ming's body as before, but fell to the ground as if it were a real thing, colliding with the black slate with a crisp sound.

Lu Buwu looked at the black-haired man in front of him with a calm and resolute expression and indifferent eyes, and stood in place in a daze, forgetting what he wanted to say.

Long.

Seeing that Zheng Ming, who sensed that the light mask was about to shatter, put on a combat posture again, and Lu Buwu came back to his senses.

He glanced at Zheng Ming deeply, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that I misjudged you again." Aren't you afraid of being ostracized in your life because of your behavior in the fighting arena? You're not afraid, that girl knows? ”

"Like I've always said. I didn't make a mistake and everything I did was within the limits of the rules. The resistance and abuse of those people are not really out of inner disgust, most of them are just the trend of the times. When I continue to show my strength, show their unattainable strength, those people will naturally fall to my side, and even become my loyal support.

I bet you that when I put my sword against the back of your neck, the spectators with the mask as a fig leaf will not stop you, but will cheer and even urge me to cut off your head.

Believe me, I've been through it more than once. “

Speaking of this, Zheng Ming glanced at Lu Buwu, who was silent, and continued to say indifferently: "As for the girl I adopted...... It's something between us. If she really knew those things, there was no way to do it. After all, this is a fact, and it is not possible to cover up the past by covering it up and evading it. There's no way I'm going to cheat on her for the rest of my life ”

"Aren't you afraid that she will seek revenge on you?"

"What's that? At least she had a purpose. Sometimes hatred makes a person strong and makes a person constantly better. If one day I do die at her hands, she will surely become very powerful, and it is not unavoidable to me. I guess it's going to be a great fight......"

As he spoke, the divine shield finally turned into countless fragments and collapsed, disintegrating into countless spots of light and dissipating into nothingness.

At the same time, the long knife in Zheng Ming's hand turned into a black moon and was imprinted on Lu Buwu's chest.

Blood spurted out, leaving sharp red marks on the black stone slabs and containment shields. It formed a large and small contrast with the blood stain that Zheng Ming shook his hand and sprinkled on his side.

"Winner, Grim Reaper!"

With the roar of the chant, the barrier that enveloped the arena slowly fell to the sides, eventually leaving a trail on the ground that symbolized its former existence and vanished.

The sound of being isolated outside the arena was also able to burrow into the arena.

Zheng Ming held his head high and glanced back at the surrounding audience with an indifferent expression.

The people with their faces and masks writhing wildly, as if they wanted to vent their inner maneuvers with that exaggerated movement.

A group of demons dancing around!

The frenzied cheers and the cries of one after another rose one after another, gradually converging into a ball and lingering in the field for a long time.

Zheng Ming indifferently withdrew his gaze, glanced at Lu Buwu who was lying in a pool of blood, and whispered to himself.

"Look, I'm right."

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