"What's the panic, it's a big deal to kill them all, you can kill a large group of them yourself."

Li Si comforted speechlessly.

At this time, it seemed that the people had arrived, and the leader of Modar, Diru Modar, stood up from his seat, first with the usual leadership speech to stir up the atmosphere, and then with a sudden change in the style of painting.

"Phew! Phew! Phew! ”

"Phew! Phew! Phew! ”

A group of natives were driven over again, and under the leadership of Diru Modar, they started a strange dance while shouting and singing.

It probably bends down and spreads out his arms like a toad, and then stomps on the ground back and forth with his left foot and right foot, which looks funny and weird.

"Look at the level of proficiency in this business...... This fat black man can't be a real African chief in reality, right? ”

Seeing Di Ru's proficient indigenous language and movements, a black line hung on Li Si's forehead.

I heard that many indigenous tribes have to dance the sacrificial dance when they perform some kind of activity, and Diru Modar has such a sense of ritual when he does a duel, and he builds a ring and dances the indigenous dance......

Could this be the legendary - the real African chief?

Well, are there any non-chieftains in reality? I really haven't learned about this, it seems that Africa has learned to engage in federalism, right?

Could it be that this fat black man has inherited the noble non-chieftain blood, and the bloodline is inherited?

Under the enhancement of the brain activity of R&D skills, Li Si's thoughts unconsciously diverged to the limit, turning into a mess of distractions.

……

"I'm sorry, professional habits, it always feels not very formal if I don't have an opening ceremony."

After a long dance, Diru Modar returned, smiled kindly at the others, and sat back in his place.

(?｀?Д?′)!!

"I'm going to it, professional habits? Could it be that this product is really an African chieftain turned professional? ”

Li Si, who was finally pulled back to his senses by the sound of talking, almost fell out of his seat again.

"It's over, and there's so much mess up to it."

Cyril Cross pursed his lips and said, "Let's get started, I'll let Carl play in the first round." ”

Cyril Cross is clearly confident.

The rules of the game were already known to Sen Angus.

Compared to the very 'grand' opening ceremony, the rules of the three-way game are simple and crude, there are no rules, each side sends one person on the field, the winner continues to fight with the other, and the winner is the winner in the end, the whole game is a total of five rounds, and winning one round will get one-fifth of the resource output in the mine.

In this case, it is basically a pure competition of strength, and the only thing that can make a point is to send people first.

Send someone out first, and the other two parties will naturally be more likely to send opponents of equal strength in a targeted manner, and it is impossible for Cyril Cross to stand up first if he is not extremely confident in his own strength.

"In that case, then I won't make any fools, Luoda, you go up and fight with Carl."

Diru Modar smiled at this, and also named one of the many members of the Hound Order standing behind him.

However, Diru Modal's performance made Sen Angus angry.

These two obviously didn't take them Angus in their eyes at all, Cyril Cross needless to say, Diru Modal was deliberately silent before Cyril Cross spoke just now, and when Cyril Cross finished speaking, he immediately sent someone on the field, which is simply naked contempt.

No, not even contempt, perhaps in their eyes, this has become a rivalry between Cross and Modal, and the people of Angus are just a trivial process in the middle of the victory.

"Mr. Jack, why don't you be a referee?"

After Diru Modar finished speaking, he turned to Lees and said a word, which once again angered Sen Angus.

"No problem, I just want to see it up close, too."

Li Si glanced at Sen Angus, then nodded in agreement, got up directly and took a few steps forward, and jumped into the ring with a vertical leap.

At the same time, two contestants from the crowd, sent by Cyril Cross and Dirumodar, also stepped out of the crowd and jumped into the ring from one end of the pitch.

The two men are in standard black and gray combat uniforms, so they are easy to distinguish.

Carl is an emaciated blonde Caucasian youth, and it is rare for a Caucasian person with a relatively large skeleton to be as thin as Carl, and the whole thing is like a drug addict.

Loda was a black man, like Diru Modal, with a bald head and identical white diamond-shaped crystals on his eyebrows.

However, the two of them are not the same body type at all, Diru Modar is full of fat fat, while Loda has dark and shiny bulging muscles, it seems that at least the strength and physical attributes are not bad.

"It's game on."

After the two stood still at each other at both ends of the ring, Li Si didn't talk nonsense, and after shouting to start, he retreated to the side of the ring to watch.

He was also curious about the battle between the two.

Diru Modal will choose to compete in the ring, which is obviously confident in his side's melee ability, but the members of Modar seem to be mainly telekinetic, and they don't know how they will go to melee combat.

Sou!

When Lees shouted to start, Carl, who was wearing a gray combat suit, was the first to attack.

Seeing that Karl's footsteps were a little lighter, he leaned forward towards Lota and touched his waist halfway, and two short daggers had already appeared in his palms.

"Roar!"

The black man Loda's reaction was not slow, seeing that the dagger was about to reach him in an instant, he directly roared with a hideous face, and Carl's body rushed to the front as if he was hit by an invisible force.

However, Karl also seemed to have expected this, his eyes were cold and he didn't say a word, and while being knocked back, he leaned back and rolled back with one hand on the ground for a week before unloading the impact.

Dada!

At the same time, a circle of needles composed of countless metal needles also happened to fall not far in front of him, driving the wooden cylinder of the ring into a dense circle of tiny holes.

If it hadn't been a little more backwards just now, I'm afraid these pinholes should have been on Carl at this time.

Ordinary people may have already been in a cold sweat when they encounter such a thrilling scene, but Carl didn't even have the slightest emotional fluctuation in his eyes, and rushed towards Luoda again without saying a word.

This time, his speed was at least nearly twice as fast as just now, and since the ring was not big, he had already rushed in front of Loda in the blink of an eye.

The black man Loda didn't seem to have completely recovered after the wave of outbursts just now, and it wasn't until the dagger was almost on his neck that he barely burst out with a wave of invisible telekinesis again.