The two axes strike each other, when the long sounds.

Schroeder shouted loudly and circled the field. His strong muscles are as if they have been carefully carved, and each piece is full of power, and he easily won the applause of the audience. From the point of view of savage ferocity, he is indeed quite terrifying.

Uncle Zhou's side is much quieter. He neither made noise nor walked the show, but only pulled out his slender cavalry knife and slowly paced forward. Even if Ciric says it's hard for him to win, he won't give up easily.

The words of the mad god should also be listened to selectively, and it should not be allowed to turn against the guest. Listen to everything and sooner or later become a puppet that loses its initiative - don't forget, Ciric is the god of murder.

In addition to 'lies', he also holds the two priesthoods of 'conspiracy' and 'fraud'.

When Zhou Qingfeng entered with his sword, all the onlookers were quiet. There is a special feeling about him, acknowledging his talent and status as a 'mascot', but expressing concern about his force. After all, no one had ever seen him do it.

Schroeder is going around in circles, showing off his might. Hearing the silence of the audience, he immediately turned his head, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he raised an axe with one hand and pointed at Zhou Qingfeng, scolding.

"I don't know where the little liar came from? Tricked a bunch of idiots into causing trouble on my Schroeder's territory. You're a little tricky harlequin, watch how I chop you up. ”

Ciric also reminded: "Boy, the opponent's strength far surpasses yours, and the combat experience is hundreds of times more than yours. Your odds ......"

Before the mad god's words were finished, Zhou Qingfeng secretly shouted, 'Shut up'. He exerted force under his feet, and his body rushed forward. Everyone stared at him, wanting to see if their boss could perform a miracle - the light and shadow flashed, and the young man's long knife lit up, and he had already begun to attack.

Schroeder had a hideous smile on his face, a twisted smile that was very provocative. He tried to show off his prowess and belittle his opponent's abilities, even spitting on the ground to anger his opponents.

With a flash of cold light, the blade slashed lightly across the outside of Schroeder's arm along the blade of the axe he had raised. Zhou Qingfeng rushed in front of his opponent at high speed, and stabbed him in the throat with the help of his opponent's arrogant shouting.

The Barbarian Leader is very agile. Even in the face of a surprise attack, he tilted his neck sideways, and easily let go of Zhou Qingfeng's adventurous sword. The twin axes in his hands danced at high speed like a knife wheel in an instant, and the counterattack was extremely fast and efficient.

"You rookie, think you can beat me by sneak attack?" In order to show his strength, Schroeder riveted his strength, opened and closed the two axes, and cut the face with strong wind.

Zhou Qingfeng's agility is 'ten', and he hopes to use the twenty percent bonus of the 'Speed Boots' to master the speed advantage. But the missed blow put him in extreme danger - Schroeder was not only far more powerful than him, but also more agile than him.

It's terrible.

The blades of the tomahawk cut through the air, with the sound of whirring wind. Zhou Qingfeng, who was forced by the powerful attack, could only retreat and wander. The cavalry knife in his hand was not suitable for parrying with heavy weapons, could not parry, and did not even have a chance to counterattack in the face of the enemy's fierce attack.

Everyone present suddenly roared, and everyone saw Zhou Qingfeng's dilemma almost instantly - the counterattack was weak, and he couldn't escape, so he wouldn't be able to last long and would really be chopped into mashed meat.

Inisa's heart raced on the sidelines. But in just one round, she breathed a sigh of relief, believing that her judgment was not wrong, the young boy on the field was not Schroeder's opponent at all, and defeat was a matter of time.

After confirming this concept, the 'Blood Widow' immediately went to the thin old man who opened the gambling game - the odds of ten to one, she had placed a bet of 100 gold coins. If you can earn a thousand gold coins, the current predicament of Flame Village will be solved.

Rubio was tiptoeing over the arena. When he saw his boss being forced to retreat again and again by the opponent's two tomahawks, he was in danger, he was instantly squeezed out of a cold sweat, his brain was blank, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

The black-hearted profiteer had just entrusted his son to Zhou Qingfeng, hoping to find a solid backer to entrust the hope of the next generation. He saw all kinds of magic of Uncle Zhou, and subconsciously felt that his boss must be very capable of fighting, but who knows......

The odds of 'one to ten' are only to make money, but the prerequisite is that Uncle Zhou has to win!

In fact, Rubio doesn't have that much money to pay at all, it's just 'pulling the tiger's skin and pulling the flag'. He realized that the situation was not good, and immediately wanted to shrink his head and run away, but as soon as he turned around......

A horse stopped in front of Rubio, and the 'Blood Widow' Inisha stared at Rubio with a mocking sneer, "Untouchable, you'd better have a thousand gold coins to lose to me." I'm asking for a priority payout. Otherwise......"

"Okay, okay, of course." As soon as Rubio saw the Blood Widow with his hand on the hilt of the knife, he knew that he couldn't get away, so he could only laugh awkwardly.

At this moment, there was another commotion on the field, and Zhou Qingfeng failed to strike, and he was suppressed by the opponent's absolute strength. He lacked strength and agility and was forced to retreat to the edge of the field.

It's only been three or four rounds since the start of the fight, and the winner is basically decided.

The leaders of the families present also realized that Zhou Qingfeng was really not good at frontal fighting, and if he continued to fight, he would have to hang up - this was a key figure related to the future and fate of mankind in the Black Forest, and he must not die here.

The lower-level armed attendants also followed the noise, they were originally full of confidence in Zhou Qingfeng, and they bet on him one after another. But now, apparently by mistake, they booed, turned to Rubio, and took out the remaining silver coins in their pockets.

"Bet again, this time bet on Schroeder boss to win, one to ten!" The crowd was noisy and violent. Just now they bet on Zhou Qingfeng, but now they found that the form was wrong, so they immediately changed their position.

Rubio was still willing to accept the odds of 'one to ten', and he waved his hand again and again and shouted: "It's closed, it's closed, it's closed, it's closed once it starts." No more bets will be accepted. ”

"No, no, no. We can't afford to lose money. ”

Several swords pressed against Rubio's neck. How can the armed acolytes give up? They took out all the gold, silver, and copper coins in their pockets, and without making any records, shoved them into Rubio's hands, forcing him to collect the money.

With the sword added, the black-hearted profiteer wanted to cry without tears, and he didn't dare to move. He could only stand still and accept several times the previous bet - he didn't have to look at it, he knew that he couldn't afford to lose, and this time he had to take his life to accompany him.

Inside the court, Schroeder was laughing loudly, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth. He smiled happily and washed his depression. This laughter is not only for the upcoming comeback, but also to show their strength like everyone present.

The blade of the axe shone with a cold light, with the coercion of blood and killing.

Zhou Qingfeng's heart was like pressing a heavy stone, and he was almost out of breath. Ciric shouted in his mind, "Boy, admit defeat, this time the opponent is really too strong."

Worship me quickly, call on my name, believe in me, serve me, follow my ways, and listen to my teachings.

I am here and gone, I am incomparably holy, I am the master of all things in the world, and I am beyond all things. Accept the divine power I have bestowed upon you, and you will become incomparably stronger. Only then will you be able to defeat your opponents.

Youth, willfulness will ruin you, obedience will make you reborn. You have no other chance, and one more step is death. ”

The god of murder spoke in a cold and ethereal tone, like a supreme throne perched above the firmament, looking down on the tiny creatures of the earth. Those who are watched by it tremble; Those who are followed by it are panicked; Those who are favored by it are glorious.

But......

Ciric, you give me a dead shot!

Lao Tzu is an atheist, and the gods are all garbage in my eyes. I am who I am because I have an independent personality and dignity, and I will not give in to any power.

Zhou Qingfeng ignored the voice in his head. He gritted his teeth, panting, beads of sweat about to drip on his tense face, and said to the arrogant Schroeder: "Fool, if you only have this ability, then you can die!" ”

Well......?

Schroeder, who was showing off his might, was even more furious, roared, and slashed with two axes. He had never hated an opponent so strongly, and his monstrous anger made him want to dismantle the kid in front of him.

The blade of the axe slashed, blowing a fierce wind.

In the strong wind, a young man with a pair of bright eyes bucked the trend. Its speed exploded again, and the blade flashed, slashing at the enemy's throat again in an instant.

Burst fast!