Since the battle between the two sides had begun for quite some time, Mo Qianying could only stand aside and stare dryly at such a scene, although he wanted to make some small moves to help, but the duel arena was really far away from the viewing platform, far beyond the maximum range of his hidden weapon, and the eyes of the surrounding audience had never left him, so he couldn't find any chance to make a move at all.

Looking at the night owl that was being thrown around below, Mo Qianying also sighed helplessly, leaned on the railing with both hands, and put on an expression of deep remembrance of the old comrades.

Unlike Mo Qianying, the surrounding audience showed an extremely excited look, and no matter which side they supported, they all stood up and shouted and cheered at the four people in the dueling arena.

For the audience who supported the two players who had mixed in, this advantage made everyone feel more enjoyable than ever, as if the invincible strength of the gladiators they supported was due to them. Looking at the frenzied emotions in the eyes of this group of people, it was obvious that they had completely put their emotions into the duel, projecting them onto the two gladiators.

As for the audience who supported Night Stalker and Scalas, it was purely because the two of them fought back repeatedly, and it seemed that they had infinite expectations for their feat of being able to reverse on the spot.

It's just that Mo Qianying can see that Night Stalker and Scalas may have really met their opponents this time. Judging from the unwilling and angry expression on the night owl's face, it seems that he is also trying to get rid of the other party's control, but the reality is that he is powerless to do anything about this method, and can only be at the mercy of the other party as he is now.

It's not that the night stalker doesn't want to get rid of this guy's entanglement, there have been several times when he has tried to adjust his body in mid-air after being thrown out, but each time the other party uses more subtle manipulation to make the chain throw him out of the angle from the predetermined position, so the night stalker only has brute force, and there is no way to find the right focus.

The night owl tried to grab the rubble from the ground and threw it at the opposite door, but the player didn't bother to dodge it at all, and took a step forward to meet him with his face. Then he sat on his horse, twisted the chain in his hand and dragged it forward, and shook it in the air, so that the night owl was thrown into the air again.

Looking at the falling night stalker, the player showed a hideous smile, threw the chain upwards with one hand, and threw several traps at the falling night stalker, and then pulled out the dagger at his waist with the other hand, holding it in front of him with his backhand, ready to attack.

The night owl was hanging upside down on the ground in mid-air, and when he saw the chains surrounding him, he suddenly felt a surge of anger, and reached out to turn to one of the chains, trying to grab the chains and counter the other party. However, the player smiled in a successful way, and the dagger that had been held upside down in his hand plunged directly into one of the chains, and then jerked the chains in mid-air behind him.

Due to the location, the night stalker was still falling, and after being pulled by him like this, the two of them were able to exert force at the same time, so the speed of the night stalker's fall instantly became faster, and it was pulled in front of the player in the blink of an eye. The player didn't say anything polite to him, and kicked him firmly on the night owl's black iron mask, sending him flying out with chains again.

The night owl spun twice in the air before landing, and after tumbling on the ground for a while, he lay motionless on it.

The surrounding spectators let out a burst of boos, seemingly angry that the Night Stalker had lost the match with the entire time being suppressed, and they roared at the Night Stalker who had been thrown to the ground, cursing at him in the most vicious language, showing great contempt for his incompetence.

However, the night owl was still lying there, as if he had been severely injured by the opponent's final blow, and could only stay where he was and wait for death.

As his opponent, the player behaved cautiously, and instead of removing the chain that bound the Night Stalker's ankles, he took a lancet from his backpack and threw it at the Night Stalker, testing his reaction. Although on the surface, the night stalker's HP has indeed dropped to the critical point of serious injury, but no one can guarantee that an NPC of his level will have any special skills, and this player is obviously also a person who has suffered this kind of loss, and he has not wavered because of his advantage.

As several lancets were thrown onto the night owl's body, his HP remained unmoving, and even the hidden weapon attack could only cause a forced blood deduction. Yet he remained motionless on the ground as if nothing had happened.

The player who held him back was also very puzzled by this, and after a little hesitation, he tentatively walked towards him. However, before he could take a few steps, the scene suddenly changed.

However, this sudden situation was not the sudden outbreak of supper, but the Scaras, who had been suppressed in the back, tried his best to break through the opponent's containment, and threw the half-broken shield in his hand towards this side. The chained player's attention was so focused on guarding against the midnight supper that he didn't notice the shield coming from behind, and was thrown firmly into the ground, staggering a few steps forward on the spot.

Scalas, who won the first blow, was obviously stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this blow to hit his opponent, but simply wanted to interfere with him before the opponent made a move, and buy a little time for the night stalker. As a result, he turned to another opponent behind him after a successful blow, and did not pursue that player in a timely succession.

However, Scalas's flying shield was a stroke of genius, and the audience stood up to cheer him on in unison. The player who had been hit by the flying shield looked very embarrassed, staggered forward a few steps before settling his figure, and when he turned to look at Scalas in some anger, he clenched the dagger in his hand, intending to give him a sneak attack.

Perhaps the reaction of the crowd was too intense, and the cautious player didn't notice that the audience wasn't looking at Scalas as they shouted, but behind him.

A figure stood up silently from behind him, and before he could realize that something was wrong, his whole body was instantly trapped by several thrown chains.

The player was startled and writhed wildly, but the Night Stalker behind him had already opened his visor and bitten down on his neck.

Splashes of blood splattered out, staining the ground around the two of them a terrible red. The night stalker's movements were crazier than ever, like a wild beast biting its prey, leaving the other party without a piece of good meat from neck to shoulder in a matter of seconds.

Far from causing any discomfort to the audience, this crazy act made their shouts even crazier.