And the halo on Blackjack's body has dimmed a lot, and the force field armor is a high-level skill that consumes MP, as a melee class, Blackjack's own MP is not much, and his current state is already the limit of his use of this skill. But then again, even if he has enough MP, he can't resist the next fierce offensive.

A black and a white figure staggered, and the blood spurted out in an instant gradually sprinkled like rain, and the two people who exchanged positions resisted each other's full force, and the sea tiger's chest was completely sunken into a hideous hole, and the hard sternum had been completely shattered, mixed with the surrounding sticky flesh and blood, and people could see that they subconsciously covered their chests with their hands, and there was an illusion of empathy.

Black Jack didn't seem to have changed much, the axe scars crisscrossed the bare black chest, and the back of a single wound showed the bravery of a generation of boxing champions. But in a battle that must be lost, courage is not enough to rewrite the ending. He felt that his hands, which were as heavy as lead balls, suddenly light as feathers, and when he looked down, he saw that his two arms had detached from his body and fell heavily to the ground. It took nearly a second for Qi Xuan's wound to spurt out blood like a fountain.

"It turns out that the most powerful force field armor has deteriorated to such a point!" This is the most post-conscious thing Black Jack has in his head. With the complete loss of physical strength, the huge body of the black man collapsed with a bang. At that moment, the audience sitting directly opposite could vaguely see the smile on the thick lips of the black man, which was a smile without regrets.

The darkness passed in a blink of an eye, and the 0.5 second moment was a long time in Blackjack's world, "Am I dead?" "The reigning king, lying on his back, was dazzled by the orange-yellow light shining from the dome.

"No," a large shadow completely obscured the light, and the familiar square face was kind and full of warmth, completely unable to connect with the berserker who had just fought bloody hand-to-hand. Although the strange blood color on the other party's body has faded, the blood on his face has not yet dried, destroying the overall harmony, and he can't help but remind Black Jack of his fierce will to fight.

"Why don't you kill me?" Blackjack tried to stand up, but as he was about to support his lying body, he remembered that his arms had been severed and that the stumps were lying in his sight. Such a cruel and bloody scene would have been frightened stupid for others, but Blackjack was very indifferent, and even the sharp pain from the wound could not make him frown.

The sea tiger pinned the steel butcher in the back belt, wiped the blood on his face and said: "You have no strength to fight back, and I, the sea tiger, will not take advantage of people's danger." You have to thank the gods you believe in, if it weren't for the fact that your force field armor had weakened to the point of being dull and irrelevant, I wouldn't have put away the 'Double Break' and cut off my arms instead. ”

Blackjack glanced at the HP gauge at the bottom of the visual interface, which clearly showed 0.5% HP. Only then did he realize that he had come full circle at the ghost gate. "You want me to surrender?" The black boxing king hesitated for a moment, but still stubbornly said: "No, the boxing king will never grovel and swear to the death, your kindness is in vain." ”

"What an old stubborn, I wonder how you survived until now? In the way you don't do things, have you never surrendered to the victors? ”

"Because I've never been defeated!" Blackjack said with some pride.

"It was!" The Sea Tiger corrected.

Although the words were harsh, Blackjack had to admit that he had indeed lost. "Alright, stop talking nonsense, let's have a good time. Since I chose boxing, I was ready to die in the ring. I have no regrets about dying at the hands of an opponent like you. He closed his bloodied eyelids and waited for his final fate.

But what came was not the cold axe blade cutting into the flesh and blood, but a pair of warm giant hands that picked him up entirely, and when he opened his eyes, the entire world was spinning, and then fell silently on the front row of the audience, crushing several unprepared unlucky eggs to the ground, and even one of the most seriously injured was crushed several ribs.

"Running away from defeat is never the work of a warrior."

When darkness once again consumes the defending champion, the Berserker's worst advice reverberates through his will.

The audience in front of them was in chaos, and the three players who were pressed by Blackjack's huge body struggled to remember, but the weight of 180 kilograms was not so easy to push away, and the injury caused just now was still faintly painful, affecting the strength of the three of them.

Soon, the staff in charge of the arena had already come to the front row, and the six of them worked together to support the seriously injured and unconscious boxer on a special giant stretcher, and carefully sent him back to the backstage for treatment, and a careful staff member quickly turned over and crossed the two-meter-high arena guardrail wall to retrieve two broken arms that were still bleeding. As long as he is baptized by high-level divine magic, Blackjack can immediately return to his normal state.

The Sea Tiger tossed the black champion who weighed more than himself into the audience, which was tantamount to declaring the victory of the match, but the physically and mentally exhausted berserker also felt dizzy after throwing Black Jack. Blackjack is a rare rival, and hand-to-hand combat has almost drained the sea tiger's bottomless physical strength. After saying that, he had to leave the arena and fill himself with several bottles of potions of different colors, and his tired eyes regained some lightness.

In the VIP room, King Tieli was listening to the report of his subordinates, and when Blackjack was thrown out of the arena, his face became very ugly. However, when he heard the news that Blackjack had not died in battle, he finally eased up a lot and was no longer so scary.

Soon, the sea tiger, who had recovered his HP and part of his physical strength, returned to the VIP room where the Tieli King was, and the boss of "Blood and Sand" barely squeezed out a smile and greeted: "What a wonderful game, Brother Hai's skills are really beyond imagination!" ”

After drinking a few bottles of potion, Haihu's injuries were basically healed, but the fatigue of his body could not be removed by medicine, and he looked sluggish when he moved his steps. He didn't talk politely to King Tieli, and sat down, half of the sofa sank like this, and the blood stains on his body stained the ice field snow fox felt.

The Iron King didn't care if a precious felt was destroyed like this, and compared to Black Jack, he wanted as much as he wanted from something outside his body. Perhaps for others, a one-of-a-kind ice snow fox felt is priceless. And Blackjack is a rare talent, as the ace fighter of the Blood and Sand Arena, his value is immeasurable in the eyes of the Iron King.

Therefore, Haihu's rudeness was not on his heart.

Renault could feel that the sea tiger was exhausted at this time, and he broke through the limit on the spot to comprehend his own unique skills, and the mental energy consumed was very huge, which Renault deeply understood. He patted Haihu on the shoulder with concern to encourage: "Well done." ”

After a while, the giant recovered a little strength from exhaustion, and he struggled to sit up from the back of the sofa chair he was leaning back in, and smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I couldn't kill the killer." "According to the agreement, the sea tiger should put the king of competition to death.

Renault said: "I respect your choice, if I meet such a rare and respectable opponent, I will also let go of a way out, and I don't have to worry about the future." ”