It turns out that the Night Stalker seems to have learned a lot of tricks after messing with Mo Qianying for so long, and from the perspective of his position, he just happened to be stuck in the blind spot of the two opponents that Scaras faced, and all his movements were completely invisible to the other party, so he didn't have any wariness for him.

For the next twenty minutes, no one including Scalas paid attention to what the Night Stalker was doing, and this guy was like a person paddling in the back during the big copy, forever hiding behind Scalas, stuck in the other's perspective and not knowing what he was doing.

Mo Qianying watched as the night owl hung behind Scaras like a satellite, bending down and tinkering on the ground from time to time, even he didn't see what the kid was doing. He glanced at the big bald head beside him, and found that this guy's attention was on Scalas, and seeing that Scalas was gradually unable to support it, he also glanced at Mo Qianying with some pride.

Mo Qianying sneered disapprehantly, then withdrew her gaze, leaned her hands on the railing, changed to a slightly more comfortable position, and slowly enjoyed the night owl's next performance.

At this time, the following game has entered the final stage, with one against two Scalas's blood value has been cut to most of the half, among the two opponents opposite, the one holding the meteor hammer is still more than half of the blood value due to the whole time shrinking behind, and the other and Scalas are also half a pound and eight taels, so it seems that the victory or defeat is between these few rounds.

By this point, it was clear who would win and who would lose, and the best outcome for Scalas would be to take one of them and then fall under the attack of the other. He understood this himself, so he began to avoid the desperate blood-for-blood style of play before, retreating backwards from time to time, trying to pull a little distance in this way, and then use the advantage of the spear to suppress the opponent with residual blood.

It's been an extremely difficult time for the crowd who support Scalas outside the court, and they don't want to see the strong return of Scalas fall before the final, but the reality is that the Night Owl is a weak teammate, so he can only choose to face two opponents who are no less powerful than him.

All the most vicious resentment and curses fell on the Night Stalker, and all of them took great revenge on him, as if they wanted to blame Scalas's next fiasco on this seemingly weak fellow.

The night owl looked at the circle of spectators around him who were pointing at him and cursing, and directly raised his two middle fingers and shook them around, the meaning of provocation could not be more obvious. However, he seemed to have paddled enough, and after circling the arena, he set his sights on the two gladiators who were gradually forcing Scalas off the field.

At this moment, the referee outside the arena looked at the time, and once again signaled the assistants next to him to play the flag, and asked the assistants on both sides to activate the iron spear mechanism under the dueling arena.

The two gladiators who had pinned Scalas to the sidelines seemed to be waiting for this, and after the two looked at each other, they each showed a win-winning smile, as if in their eyes Scalas was already a corpse.

However, the night owl standing on the side also showed the same smile as them, and then took out two throwing knives from his bosom from nowhere, and raised his hand to throw them at the feet of the two of them. The two knives were so fast that they heard their sound of breaking through the air, and by the time they turned their heads, the knives were already at their feet.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then showed a mocking expression, in their opinion, the accuracy of the two throwing knives of the night owl was too poor, and they couldn't hit people at such a close distance, which seemed a little too ridiculous.

However, the men soon stopped laughing, and not long after the night owl's throwing knives fell, a strange noise suddenly came from the feet of the two gladiators. Both of them were a little puzzled, and they took a few steps back to get rid of Scalas's entanglement, and then looked down at their feet.

At the same time, the assistants who activated the mechanism on both sides seemed to be in trouble, tinkering with the handle of the mechanism for a long time, and then walked to the sidelines to check, as if to confirm something.

Scalas glanced at the night owl in the distance, then suddenly thought of something, the expression on his face suddenly tensed, and then without hesitation, he threw the shield in his hand at his feet, and then jumped up and stepped on it.

At the moment when Scaras jumped on the shield, the iron spears in the ground suddenly bounced up at the same time, and these iron spears that should have been ejected layer by layer rose into the sky at the same time, instantly taking most of the dueling arena into the range of attack.

Scalas's quick reflexes allowed him to avoid attacks from his feet while his left hand was cut by an iron spear. The iron spear rose directly against his shield, and the huge momentum threw Scalas's entire body into the air, making him a little scrambling for a while.

However, his two opponents were not so lucky, and when the iron spear rushed out, they thought it was still the same as before, so they did not take any defensive measures, and were pierced by several iron spears on the spot. The bloody gladiator was killed instantly, and died tragically under the iron spear. The other was stabbed into a state of serious injury, hanging half-dead on it, screaming miserably, while struggling frantically with limbs, looking at it made people feel a chill in their hearts.

The entire dueling arena fell into a silence like never before, and it seemed that only the iron spears that were still trembling in the dueling arena made a low sound like a grim reaper. Thrown into the middle of the field, Scalas struggled to his feet, then clutched his severed arm and glanced back at the place behind him where he had been standing.

He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and slowly turned his head to look at the night owl beside him. The night owl couldn't see his expression with the black iron armor, and then his eyes were indifferent, and he didn't seem to have the slightest reaction to the things in front of him, this commonplace attitude made people feel inexplicably cold.

Mo Qianying, who was standing on the viewing platform, couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, laughing so much that everyone around him turned their heads to look at him. Mo Qianying had completely understood, the night owl seemed to have planned to delay time from the beginning, and then use the mechanism of the venue to get the two opponents done, he really kept the agreement with himself, and did not plan to expose his strength in advance.

However, this kid seems to be as ruthless as ever, and even Scalas, who is a teammate, has calculated in, and he obviously didn't intend to pay attention to Scalas just now, if it weren't for the Colosseum's quick reaction, I'm afraid the result would be the same.

Now that the winner has been decided, Mo Qianying doesn't bother to bother with this kind of thing anymore, he turned his head to look at the big bald head beside him after laughing, and then said leisurely: "It seems that I won, I don't know if you have anything else to say?" ”

The big bald head blushed, as if he wanted to argue a few words, and then he also witnessed the tragic situation below, and in the end he could only hang his head and pose with a dejected face.