"Mr. Fallen War Angel's bet is a level 15 warrior skill book [Homeopathic Split], Mr. Qin Wu, may I ask what your bet is?"

After registering the information, the registration officer next to the central ring asked Qin Wu.

Qin Wu took out the big musket behind his back and slammed it into the ground.

"The value of [Homeopathic Split] is 10 times that of this silver gun, Mr. Qin Wu, don't you have any other items with higher value? If the value of the items does not match, the match cannot be started unless the opponent agrees. ”

The registrar asked.

"Nope."

Qin Wudao.

"You don't need anything else, how about leaving the sword in your hand with you if you lose?"

The fallen war angel who closed his eyes and recuperated opened his eyes and looked this way, abruptly.

"No problem."

A smile appeared on the corner of Qin Wu's mouth.

Want a sword in my hand? Let's see if you have what it takes.

"The conditions for the battle have been reached, and the battle between the 4-star fighter [Fallen War Angel] who has won 45 consecutive victories and the rookie 1-star fighter [Qin Wu] has been determined to be the 145th game. Now please step down Mr. Fallen War Angel, let's watch today's 143 games first! ”

The commentator roared, the Fallen War Angel walked slowly, and the other two competitive players entered the center ring and began the 143rd Dating Match.

"Fortunately, Daoyou, you didn't press anything valuable, just now I listened to a lot of information about this fallen war angel below, he is much stronger than you, let's give up." Don't show your strength after you play, automatically admit defeat, let's challenge others. ”

While the others were in the game, the feverish head came over to face Qin Wudao.

For the fat man's cowardice before the battle, Qin Wu reciprocated with a light smile, his expression was indifferent, but he revealed a strong self-confidence.

This is a kind of temperament that has naturally developed since the age of 19, winning a hundred battles and not losing a single battle.

This is a kind of aura.

Feeling this aura on Qin Wu's body who was close to him, the feverish head was suddenly stunned, and then he couldn't say anything more about it, and he couldn't say anything more to dissuade him.

The hope that disappeared in the heart of the feverish big head somehow grew like mushrooms after the rain.

"Bet, bet! The 46th battle of the Fallen War Angel will continue to win streak and take a step closer to Yum having its own exclusive title, or will it be defeated by Qin Wu, a rookie who came out of nowhere, and end the winning streak! ”

"Fallen War Angel 1 to 1.2, Qin Wu 1 to 10, bet, you can start betting!"

The staff at a counter next to the ring began to shout, and suddenly a crowd of people rushed over to place bets.

10 to 1! Hearing this odds, the feverish head suddenly pounded. But back to reality, the fat man felt that this was a bit unreliable.

The Fallen War Angel has an arrogant temperament, is one of the seven archangels of the Fallen Angel of the large guild, is a powerful silver weapon and equipment with restrained light, has outstanding combat ability, and the skills in his hands are far beyond ordinary people, and he is good at ring fighting.

No matter how you look at it, Qin Wu has no chance of winning.

"Fallen War Angel 1 to 1.1, Qin Wu 1 to 15, 145 games, who else wants to bet? Betting on the 146th game is about to begin, so hurry up. ”

After two minutes, the staff shouted for the nth time, and the odds of the Fallen War Angel dropped again and again, and Qin Wu's odds rose and rose.

Hearing that it was almost over, some people suddenly walked up to buy the Fallen War Angel Victory, and the feverish big head gritted his teeth, walked up quickly, and slapped ten silver coins on the counter.

In addition to Qin Wu's money, this fat man actually had as much as 6 silver coins of private wealth!

"Fallen War Angel, 10 Silver ......"

The staff member picks up a pen and prepares to write on a blue paper roll.

"No, I'll buy Qin Wusheng!"

Interrupting the other party's words, the fat man gritted his teeth with a fearless expression of generosity to death.

"Are you sure?"

The staff looked up at the fat man.

"I ...... Up in the air. ”

The feverish head wiped the cold sweat that kept breaking out on his head, and reached for a small stack of silver coins on the table.

"Qin Wu, 10 silver coins, you have the ticket."

With a slight sweep of his hand, the staff quickly received 10 silver coins into the box, then wrote a blue paper roll, stamped it and handed it to the fat man.

"Oh, my mother, all the private money is on that friend, and the pressure on me is stuffy now."

Turning around, the fat man with a bitter face sighed.

The 143rd and 144th games were quickly over, and the crowd was full of extremely strong emotions.

Someone bought it, shouted loudly, and rushed to the prize collection office with an excited expression on his face. Someone bought the wrong one, so he angrily tore the blue paper roll in his hand to shreds, and then threw it high into the sky, falling like snowflakes in the sky.

There are people who have invested all their money but bought the wrong one, and they fall to their knees with a painful expression, their souls are withered, like walking corpses.

Soon, amid the cheers of thousands of spectators, Qin Wu and the Fallen War Angel stepped into the central ring together.

"Now the 145th game begins, and the two sides of the fight are - the 4-star fighter level 14 sword dancer 'Fallen War Angel' and the 1-star fighter level 12 berserker 'Qin Wu'!"

"Now, it's time for the game!"

The commentator yelled and kicked off the game.

Call!

The two words began to fall, the Fallen War Angel's eyes froze, his sword eyebrows shrugged up, and he pulled out two unpretentious one-handed swords with a bang, charging towards Qin Wu.

The charge of the heavily armored warrior is extremely textured, and it stomps on the ground like an indestructible tank. The charge of the berserker is fast and fierce, like a lion chasing its prey on the grassland.

The same warrior, Qin Wu finally saw the sword dancer's charge today, the figure of the fallen war angel charging was light and fast, like a wind elf, like a track and field athlete walking like flying.

"Charge Slash!"

With a soft shout, the Fallen War Angel jumped slightly, and the twin swords were like wheel blades, slashing towards Qin Wu.

On the side of Qin Wu's footsteps, standing at the weak point of the Fallen War Angel's strength, the Guardian of the Prairie Guardian slanted out and took the charge of the Fallen War Angel.

"Drink!"

After taking the charge and slashing, Qin Wu screamed violently, sharpened his tooth sword, and quickly struck towards the lower abdomen of the fallen war angel.

Fight back quickly!

The Fallen War Angel didn't expect that Qin Wu was as steady as a mountain, aggression was like fire, and he did such an excellent job of defense and counterattack, not at all like a novice who had just arrived in the arena, but like an experienced old hunter who had lived in the mountains and forests for a long time.

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He couldn't react, and was slashed in the abdomen by Qin Wu's sword, but the fallen war angel in mid-air stood up with extreme agility and slashed at Qin Wu with a sword.

"Ho!"

With a slight smile and a flash of the Fallen War Angel's sword strike, Qin Wu reflexively kicked the Fallen War Angel with the empty door wide open in mid-air and flew out like a sandbag.

The Fallen War Angel, who had a very high reputation in the arena, was kicked by Qin Wu like a sandbag and rolled on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a moment of silence in the noisy arena.

(3rd Update!) )

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