Slorika is out of the field, he is not entangled, the power of the equipment is also strength, he has nothing that he can't afford to lose, and he will not admit defeat like some heroes, who have to use up three chances.

In fact, in this martial arts competition, each hero has three chances, the first challenge fails, and you can challenge twice, but since the start of the seven days, basically no one will use up the three opportunities, especially after Zhang Yang became the champion from the third day, those new heroes, after challenging once, understand the difference in strength between each other, and will not take the stage again to bring humiliation on their own.

However, if Slorica continues to challenge, he will still be able to win in the end, he only consumes mana, Zhang Yang consumes a charged staff, mana can be recovered with a bottle of potion, but the charging staff needs a special charge to do it, unable to keep up with the speed of mana replenishment, continue two games, the only result is that Zhang Yang's charged staff is all consumed, and he is helpless in the face of Slorica's thorny aura.

The elders on the stage basically thought the same thing, so they were a little relieved by Slorica's choice to admit defeat, and the stalker could indeed win, but it was not something they appreciated.

The highest force commander of the camp, Kasha, is the initiator and promoter of this martial arts competition. She was the first to applaud, for Slorica's choice, but also for the strength of the showman, the other elders applauded, and in an instant, on and off the stage, the applause was like thunder, in the Barbarian Guild, Elder Thunder squinted his eyes, and fell asleep, but a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

"Champion, Zhang Yang!" Murides shouted.

"Champion, Zhang Yang!" Some of the heroes who had been defeated by Zhang Yang shouted.

"Champion, Zhang Yang!" Countless people shouted.

The winged angel retracted his wings, slowly fell, stood beside Acala, nodded, and Kasha stepped out of the crowd, strode to the center of the ring, and said softly: "Champion, flamboyance!" Although the voice was low, it instantly spread throughout the four fields and flowed into everyone's hearts.

Zhang Yang looked at Kasha, looked at the elders, looked at the crowd around him, standing in the center of the ring, he looked up at the sky, as if he had returned to the black fist years when he defeated his opponent after the hard battle in his previous life, his mood was agitated, he held high the elegy of Rixat, the dark golden light bloomed wantonly, the cheers rang out instantly, and he closed his eyes.

Everyone looked at Zhang Yang, and let him enjoy this cheer alone, and taste this glorious moment.

For a long time, cheers and breathe. Zhang Yang lowered his arm, looked at the crowd around him, and once again determined in his heart that the pinnacle of this force, the glory of this world, was what he wanted in his previous life and this life!

Kasha raised her head and faced the reflection in the air, her resolute silhouette and determined eyes, through the reflection, looked directly at all the people under the ring, and said slowly: "On the tenth day of July, the minions of hell, the fallen of Andariel, attacked us, that battle, countless people dedicated themselves to the light, that battle, countless people fell to death, that battle, countless pains, tribulations, befell us, but we never gave up! ”

"Since the establishment of our camp, we have not fallen for thousands of years, whether it is a demon or a revenant, whether it is destruction or destruction, we never fall, never regret, never retreat!"

"In the distant era, we fought on the front line of hell, the Three Realms were separated, we fought in every corner of the Three Realms, with blood and life, to continue to write the glory of Rogge's camp, and with the flesh and blood of demons, to forge the legend of Rogge's camp, hell's heart will not die, and I and hell are incompatible!"

"We are Rogue people! The strongest, most warlike, and bravest Rogue people! Kasha shouted.

Countless people chanted "Rog! Rogge! Rogge! ”

Unlike Akara's refreshing, indifferent and elegant spiritual soothing, Kasha's speech, with its inspiring power, she raised her arms high, and took advantage of the atmosphere mobilized by the martial arts competition, one by one, sentence by sentence, word by word, to stir up people's fighting spirit, and countless mortals chanted Rogge, in an excited mood, sweeping away the depression after the disaster day.

"Perhaps, this is the real reason for holding the Martial Arts Competition!" Zhang Yang looked at all this and thought silently, even he, who was only half a Rog person, was stirred up by Kasha's words.

Finally, Kasha's palms pressed and slowly fell, the crowd slowly fell silent, she walked in front of Zhang Yang, stretched out her hands, and held out a chain mail with a green light in her hands, the crystal green is the color of life.

Legendary Gear!

The crowd cheered again, this is legendary equipment, every piece of legendary equipment that can accompany the hero for a lifetime, and when paired to form a suit, it is a powerful legendary suit! For the first time in their lives, they had seen legendary equipment.

In the Barbarian Guild, Elder Thunder pouted, this low-level equipment is only useful in the early stage, just to bluff mortals, but he didn't think that with his net worth, he naturally can't look down on this equipment, but in the mortal world, the top-level equipment is just a legend! Such a legendary chain mail is definitely enough to be used to flamboyantly break into the mortal world!

"Zhang Yang, this is the chain mail of berserkers obtained by the ancestors who broke into hell to kill demons! Our camp has been inherited for thousands of years, and today, we hand him over to you, hoping that you can increase his brilliance and glory, take him with you, and write a new legend! Kasha said.

Berserker's chain mail? The strongest artifact in the early stage of the Barbarian! Zhang Yang solemnly took the chain mail, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "The blade armor is broken, the sword is full of arrows, even if I have nothing, I still donate my body, I will not damage his glory, and continue to write the legend with my life!" ”

The attributes of the legendary equipment flowed into his mind, he ignored it, raised the chain mail of this berserker high in his right hand, and shouted in the eyes of countless people who envied, admired, and longed: "I will be public, and I will be the camp to win the crown of the Tristram Martial Arts Competition!" ”

Flamboyant and bold, this is his style! Never hide your own blood!

"Publicity! Publicity! Countless people shouted.

Kasha nodded, and in the approving eyes of the elders, he said, "Dare to be the first, good warrior!" What a hero! ”

Akara said softly: "The favor of heaven has never diminished, keep the purity of the heart, be able to ascend to heaven, all suffering is just tempering, all tempering is practice, keep the original heart, do not forget the original intention, we believe in eternity, adhere to justice, we love the world and are determined to defend, death cannot make us fearful, destruction cannot make us retreat......"

In the words of Akara's heart, the crowd slowly quieted down, and after several exhilarations, the winged angels lost no time in shaking their wings, and the white figures flew in the air, passing over the heads of the crowd, sprinkling a halo of blessings, making people's faith in heaven more devout.

The winged angel was flying, and on her holy face, it was a compliment to Akara and satisfaction with humanity, which was the greatest gain from her descending to the mortal world to the camp of Rogue, and after the destruction of hell, spreading the faith of heaven and collecting the power of human pious faith was their task for thousands of years.

Elder Thunder covered his ears and fell asleep.

In the crowd, a woman lowered her head and frowned in disgust.

In the ring, Zhang Yang looked at Akara and didn't know what to think.