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Chapter 642: The King, Still the King

Mr. Number 4 laughed and said, "It took a lot of work to catch this beast, but if you can have a grand gladiatorial fight, then it's all worth it." ”

Ning Ruoyu asked, "Mr. No. 4, I have a question. ”

"Please."

"If you put the strange beast that you finally caught into the gladiatorial arena, aren't you afraid that it will die?" Ning Ruoyu said, "This is more than worth the loss." ”

No. 4 sneered and said, "This is an eleventh-level alien beast, even if it is put into the battlefield, how can it be easily killed?" You shouldn't worry about this black horned Jiao of mine, you should be worried about the Blue Devil. ”

Ning Ruoyu: "......"

It's naïve.

Poor man, you have no idea what kind of existence you are facing.

As he spoke, the flame slammed into front of Yang Zenan, threatening to burn him to ashes.

Yang Zenan raised his hand, and a spiritual energy erupted from his hand, forming a golden shield in front of him, blocking all the beams of fire from the outside.

Ning Ruoyu was stunned for a moment, that was ...... Magic?

Yang Zenan can actually magic?

Western magic and Eastern magic are different systems, although they are both the use of spiritual power, but the way of using them is different, therefore, whether a spell or magic is used can be seen at a glance.

Yang Zenan is very skilled in the use of magic, he put his hands in front of his chest, and a small magic array appeared between his hands, he rubbed this magic array, and a golden ball of light condensed in his palm, like a dazzling sun, and threw it towards the black horned Jiao on the opposite side.

The black horned Jiao originally thought that the small human in front of him was just an ant, but he didn't expect the ant to eat man in an instant, and the energy emitted from his body was terrifying.

Animals are much more sensitive than humans, and once they find that the other party is too strong to win at all, they will immediately choose to run away instead of trying to save face.

But Yang Zenan didn't give it a chance to escape, he used the small magic array to manipulate the ball of light, turned a corner in mid-air, and hit the head of the black horned Jiao directly.

Ning Ruoyu stroked the hair on his ears, Yang Zenan completely let himself go, showed his strength, and probably was also angry by the shamelessness of the Canos Gladiatorial Arena.

However, he still hid it clumsily, and only used the strength equivalent to the cultivation of the Jindan period, if he showed his true strength, it is estimated that this Mr. 4 will run away directly.

Rumble!

There was an earth-shattering bang, and the resulting air wave almost blew the audience sitting in the front two rows away.

They stumbled and staggered, and at last they got up, and looked closely into the arena with a look of disbelief.

It turned out that the huge black-horned Jiao had fallen to the ground, its head was blown to pieces, turning into a pool of flesh and blood, the bright red blood spread on the ground, and the bloody gas in the air was a little thicker.

Quiet.

This time, the silence lasted only a few seconds, followed by an earth-shattering cheer.

Everyone began to call him by his nickname.

"Blue Devil!"

"Blue Devil!"

"Blue Devil!"

If the audience shouted his name before because they wanted to see him die, then calling his name this time was really impressed by him and became his brainless fan.

Seeing this, Ning Ruoyu couldn't help laughing, looked at Mr. 4, who was sitting in the No. 4 booth with an extremely ugly face, and said, "It seems that my vision is really good, even the eleventh-level giant beast, he said to kill it." ”

Mr. 4 did not speak, and his face darkened again.

Ning Ruoyu continued to stimulate him, and said, "It's a pity that the eleventh-level black horned Jiao, if it wasn't for the Blue Devil, but it was used to deal with other gladiators, it was estimated that it would be able to fight for a long time." ”

She paused, pretended to sigh, and said, "The pair of black horns of the Black Horned Jiao are rare treasures, if they are used in medicine and made into magic potions, it is estimated that a great magician can become a magic master, it is a pity." ”

Mr. Four's face was so black that it dripped, and there was murderous intent in his eyes, and he turned and walked outside.

The corners of Ning Ruoyu's mouth hooked up with a mysterious smile, and soon she had a good show to watch.

Yang Zenan even killed the eleventh-level Black Horned Jiao, and Kanos naturally wouldn't let other strange beasts fight him, and no matter how much he put it, he would just be sent to death.

As for the other gladiators, they won't play anymore, even if they give more money.

Just kidding, the Blue Devil is a fierce man who even kills the eleventh level Black Horned Jiao with one move, what are they going to do? Do you think your life is too long?

Yang Zenan was directly enshrined in the cheers of the audience, turned around and walked into the backstage, but the audience was so excited that they kept calling his name, and the next gladiator could not enter at all.

The Blue Devil went straight to the backstage, and as soon as all the gladiators saw him, they stood up, did not speak, and stared straight at him, their eyes were complicated, full of jealousy, awe, and fear.

Even the most jealous of him didn't dare to go up and provoke, the strength he showed was too strong, so powerful that people were afraid.

At this moment, a tall figure blocked Yang Zenan's way.

Yang Zenan looked up and saw that it was the mourner.

The mourner looked into his eyes, only looked at him twice, and then he was defeated, lowered his proud head, and said, "Blue Devil, you are the well-deserved king of the gladiatorial arena. ”

Yang Zenan didn't say a word, and was about to walk past him, but he lowered his voice and said, "The high-level of Canos will not let you go, you must be careful." ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw a young man walk in with two tall, heavily armed warriors, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and finally landed on Yang Zenan's body.

"Blue Devil, please follow me." The man said.

The blue devil didn't move, his eyes were cold, and he said, "Who wants to see me?" ”

His voice was hoarse, like an old man, but everyone knew that he was not old.

Changing the voice was common among masked gladiators, so no one would say anything.

"You'll find out when you go." The young man said.

Yang Zenan narrowed his eyes slightly and followed him.

The mourner suddenly said, "Blue Devil, remember what I said?" ”

The Blue Devil glanced sideways at him, nodded slightly, and walked away with the man.

When the few people were gone, a gladiator came over and said, "Mourner, do you think the Blue Devil can come back?" ”

The mourners did not say a word.

If he were to change to someone else, he would definitely say that he would definitely not be able to come back if he offended the high-ranking of Karnos.

But the other party is a blue devil, so it's hard to say.

He could see the battle just now, it was an eleventh-level beast, as powerful as this, if he was allowed to fight this one, he would definitely die, and he would die very miserably.

But Yang Zenan was able to use a small magic array to defeat the enemy with one move.

Don't underestimate the small magic array, although the small magic array is much simpler than the large magic array, but it is not easy to draw well, if the drawing is not accurate enough, it will greatly affect the attack and defense power.

But the small magic array of the Blue Devil is very accurate, it is almost textbook-like accuracy.

He had never seen anyone whose magic array could be so accurate.

Blue Devil ...... Very strong, very strong.

It seems that the rumors that he has become a waste man before, this time he came to send his death in exchange for money and treat his wife's illness are not true.

The king is still the king.

Daddy, it's still your daddy.

Yang Zenan followed the young man into the special elevator, and the two heavily armed warriors stood behind him.

They had weapons in their hands, and although the muzzles of their guns were not aimed at him, their eyes were staring straight at the back of his neck, like hunters staring at their prey.

Every muscle in their bodies was tense, and as long as Yang Zenan made the slightest movement, they would immediately take action and beat him into a sieve.

Yang Zenan seemed to be very relaxed, he moved his neck, and the two warriors immediately raised their guns, for some reason, they always felt that this person was putting a lot of pressure on them, making them breathless.

The slightest movement of him made them tremble with nervousness.

Yang Zenan glanced at them sideways and said, "Relax, I won't do anything with you here." ”