There were no surprises in the final result, and Mo Qianying's unexpected performance allowed them to be unhindered and directly entered the final qualifying match. Facing the subtle expressions of the people around him, the barbarian man who chose to team up with him looked proud, as if he was extremely glad that he had hugged a thigh.

At this time, Mo Qianying had already won the respect of others with his strength, and in this place where he believed in the supremacy of strength in the purest sense, he naturally received more attention. However, these concerns are not friendly exchanges, but rather some of the bigger troubles.

Before the final qualifying match, everyone was gathered in a tavern-like cellar, and a group of sixteen people were locked together, looking at the malicious glances cast by the group of people around them, Mo Qianying also sensed something.

"Boy, you were too conspicuous just now, I'm afraid we're going to be in trouble." The barbarian man who was teamed up with Mo Qianying whispered, and then took a glass of liquor and poured it down, seemingly unconcerned about the situation in front of him.

Mo Qianying glanced around, and found that it was indeed as he said, the group of people were glancing at each other, as if they were planning something. Moreover, there were already several gladiators holding weapons and going around, and anyone with a little experience in group fighting could see that their position was to encircle Mo Qianying's retreat.

"Can you do it before you have a game?" Mo Qianying was also a little puzzled, after all, according to his understanding, it seemed that only in the dueling arena could he enter the attack state.

The barbarian man who teamed up with him poured the last sip of the liquor and said with a smile on his flushed face: "There are no rules anymore when we get to this place, the so-called promotion tournament is the final big brawl, in order to save time, we can do whatever we want from now on." When it is time to officially appear, you will be able to enter this state of fighting each other more quickly. ”

"So this is the acquiescence of the Colosseum's administrators?" It was also the first time that Mo Qianying knew about this kind of thing, thinking that when he came here, the opponents were all players, so everyone was used to some kind of conventional rules, so they subconsciously left the duel in the dueling arena.

But at the moment, this group of people is the NPC of the system, and the only AI thinking that gives them is to try their best to tear apart the opponent in front of them, and nothing else can affect them.

The barbarian man also seemed to see Mo Qianying's doubts, so he showed a trace of disdain: "Why are you so cowardly, compared to your friend, I heard about it when I was outside just now, the reason why he was able to enter the quarterfinals in advance was because he directly killed all these people when he was here, and it only took less than three minutes, and the room was full of dead people." ”

When Mo Qianying heard this, he remembered that when he first met the night owl, the blood on his body that kept dripping down, he thought it was made by the night owl in the dueling arena, but he didn't expect that it was soaked in the blood of thirty people.

Mo Qianying wasn't surprised that the night stalker had solved the problem in such a simple and brutal way, or he should have thought that this guy didn't plan to use the normal method to do it step by step. However, he can't use this method for the time being, and his best pair of daggers were chopped up, and the whiteboard in his hand can only barely maintain the level of a normal player.

Pure violence is refreshing, but when you are at a disadvantage, you show the importance of skill.

Mo Qianying had already sensed the other party's intentions, so she didn't plan to sit still any longer, and after exchanging glances with the barbarian big man beside her, she was ready to fight back with all her might. His gaze swept over the audience, and by pretending to drink, he locked down several of the most likely positions, and sure enough, there were already some people standing on top of them.

As if noticing that Mo Qianying was beginning to be dishonest, the gladiators who were about to make a move on him exchanged glances with each other, and then pulled out the weapons in their hands.

However, before they could start to make a move, it was Mo Qianying who attacked first. I saw that he suddenly burst out and threw the wine glass in his hand towards the nearest person, and then took out a cross dart from his arms and threw it out, these poisonous hidden weapons hit the several people who had already surrounded them with the sound of breaking the wind, and the paralyzing state that came in an instant made their actions stagnate.

"Actually using a hidden weapon to feed poison, you are really despicable from the Central Plains!" One of them shouted loudly, immediately pulled out the axe stuck in his waist, threw it over.

Mo Qianying lowered his head and flashed a knife that slashed at him next to him, and then said to the man with a smile: "Why do you think it is honorable for you thirty people to besiege the two of us together?" ”

The big man sneered and didn't speak, as if he was choked by Mo Qianying's words.

However, just when Mo Qianying was about to tease him a few more words, suddenly a cold light flashed at a fairly close place on his side, Mo Qianying glanced at it vigilantly, and then didn't want to immediately launch a second stage of dodge, and dodged this close-range waist slash attack in great danger.

"I'm sorry, it's thirty-one now." The barbarian man who had teamed up with Mo Qianying had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be annoyed that his attack had failed.

Mo Qianying was not surprised by the defection of his teammates, or he didn't intend to trust anyone from the beginning, but he didn't expect this guy to betray him at such a time, but he didn't take into account the special rules of this place and suffered a loss of no culture.

Seeing that Mo Qianying was silent, the barbarian man thought that he was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he provoked again: "You Central Plains have a sage named Mencius who said that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Although I am a big old man and not a gentleman, this principle is still the same, and I am not stupid enough to go against so many people for the sake of you, a Central Plainsman. ”

Mo Qianying shook his head: "This is not the case if a gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, you don't even understand the current situation, so you will make a big sense with me, you are simply insulting the words of the sages." ”

The surrounding gladiators all laughed when they heard this, and the barbarian man even took the initiative to ask, "Don't you be stupid, what do you mean by saying this?" ”

"I mean it very simply." Mo Qianying smiled, "You don't seem to have figured out that there is under the wall. ”

"This kid is really stupid, don't talk nonsense with him, just do it!" One of them shouted, and then a crowd yelled and swarmed up.

These people all use heavy weapons, so they wield them vigorously, but the more painful premise is that in order not to bump the opponent's weapons, their positions are relatively not dense, which gives Mo Qianying some room to maneuver.

However, this group of people was a gladiator who had been baptized by blood and murder for a long time, so they quickly adopted the method of staggering their positions, blocked all those gaps, and pushed towards Mo Qianying, apparently planning to use the number of people to compress Mo Qianying's vacating space, and then put him down in one fell swoop.

It was not the first time that Mo Qianying had faced such a scene, so naturally he did not panic in the slightest, the hidden weapon in his hand did not stop, and then he pressed against the wall and rushed towards the weaker defense on the other side.

After losing the weapon that he had the most convenient weapon in his hand, Mo Qianying's explosive power seemed to be a little insufficient, but this was only for facing some difficult opponents. Although these gladiators are all level 70 elite monsters, they don't seem to have strengthened their defense and HP, but only strengthened their attacks to make the fight more intense.

In the face of such a clumsy opponent, no matter how high the attack power is, it is just a decoration for Mo Qianying, so with just a few rounds of hidden weapon attacks and shadow attacks, the blood value of these thirty-one people has been cut by more than half without exception.

Several gladiators besieging him were originally intent on catching him, but when they reacted, they realized that their HP had dropped so much, and they all became a little timid.

However, Mo Qianying did not intend to give them a chance to continue, the cooling of the shadow attack was completed, and the second round of outbreaks was launched again, those barbarian gladiators who besieged him fell one by one, and the remaining few stronger ones were still struggling to support, but in the face of Mo Qianying's stormy fast attack, their attacks were as weak as slow motion.

When the last barbarian man who had been Mo Qianying's teammate fell, the gong of the promotion match just sounded outside, but there was no need for this game to be held, Mo Qianying wiped the blood from his face, turned around and walked towards the gate on the other side.