The rules of the duel between humans and demons are simple. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It is the strong who is king.

There is no lottery, no extra procedures.

Regardless of the number of wins and losses, the loser will leave, and the winner can continue to fight on the field until he loses.

There is no limit to the number of players on both sides until there is no one left on the field, and then the side that remains on the field wins.

It's a cruel rule, but it seems to be very unfair to the demon seed side.

Because this is the center of mankind, there are countless young talents of the human race, and there are only a few dozen talents from the demon seed.

So it seems that the showdown has not yet begun, and the curtain has already come to an end.

The ending seems to be self-evident.

Humanity will win.

But the demon seed side didn't seem to have this kind of awareness, they accepted this arrangement, and everyone's faces were indifferent and confident.

Absolute self-confidence.

Or rather, confidence in the people who are about to play.

Compared to the waiting area on the side of the duel field, which was crowded on the human side, there was only one person on the demon seed's side.

The man had a burly figure, piercing red hair, and a white cloak that hung quietly behind him with the word weak written on it.

The weak, Li Bamo.

No one dared to smile at the word weakling, although it did seem funny.

But the momentum of Li Bamo standing there quietly made everyone realize that this person, this demon seed, was not weak at all.

He's strong.

Standing there, the strong light is like a mountain.

Silent.

Not only because of the powerful and silent momentum of Li Bamo himself, but also because of the meaning he expressed when he stood there.

They are demons, and he alone is enough.

How arrogant.

But the absolute confidence of Li Bamo standing there made people speechless.

Some people who knew a little bit about the situation in the New World were even whispering there, saying that this man in the ridiculous cloak of the weak was actually the only disciple in the Ximen Night Tower.

The disciple of the West Gate Night Tower, no wonder he is so strong.

Compared to Li Bamo, who was standing there strongly, no one dared to look up at the demon god sitting on the high platform.

Li Bamo slowly stepped into the arena, stood still in the center of the field, and said to the waiting area on the human side, "Who is the first?"

It's a very simple sentence, and it doesn't sound like a problem.

But it gives people the illusion of who is the first person who wants to lose.

"I'm coming!" seemed to be angered by Li Bamo's words, or wanted to give himself a strong momentum, a bald man roared, and jumped into the duel arena with a vertical leap, without giving others a chance to speak.

"Who hasn't broken the wall yet, what qualifications do you have to fight me?" Li Bamo's tone was not contemptuous, just a simple statement of fact, but the fact was so contemptuous.

"Look for death!" This bald man was obviously a member of the army, and he was not good at words, and listening to Li Bamo's extremely arrogant words, he roared angrily and rushed towards Li Bamo.

His move is also very simple, which is to step and punch straight forward.

But the power of this punch cannot be underestimated.

The other person was in the air, and the fist wind he swung out was already faintly distorting the stability of the space around him.

This is a martial artist who is about to break the wall, and looking at the entire Central Federation, he can be regarded as a strong man.

But in this regard, Li Bamo only frowned, and said in a low voice: "You are also worthy of punching in front of me?"

He froze, squatted down, and punched.

One punch.

Didn't bring a fist style.

It's the momentum of the whole person, surging!

The bald man's fist hadn't reached Li Bamo's face yet, it was just that the fist wind had arrived.

Their fists didn't really touch each other either.

It's the momentum, and the contest of boxing style.

One touch.

Moment.

"Poof-" The bald man who was still on the way to punch spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew back backwards.

Defeated with one punch.

No, not even a punch to be exact.

Even half a fist is reluctantly.

With his fist god, Li Bamo defeated a human powerhouse who was about to break the wall.

The audience was dumbfounded.

Speechless.

Speechless.

Strong.

It's so strong.

This is the strength of the demon seed.

In the past, many people had only heard from some soldiers on the front line about the horror of the demon seed, or rumors brought back by merchants who traveled to the New World, such as fighting the earth dragon with their bare hands.

I think it's an exaggeration.

Now, they're all kind of convinced.

The Demon Seed is a feared race.

"The second?" Li Bamo withdrew his fist, still standing so steadily in the center of the field, as if he had never moved.

This time, the young powerhouse on the human side was a little hesitant.

They had all seen the strength of Li Bamo.

No one wants to go up and be a punching bag in a daze.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you.

In the end, it was an eighth-order fire warlock from the Magic Warlock Association who came to the field.

This is a young powerhouse who was well-known in the Central Wangcheng a few years ago, and once won the first place in the military department's grand award.

In recent years, he has been serving in the northwest, and he was urgently rushed back by an order from the military department.

I haven't seen it for a few years, and this fire-type genius warlock who reached the sixth order at the age of eighteen and is famous in the Central Royal City has now actually reached the seventh order, breaking through the limitations of the world and having his own domain.

If there were Lucifer's great sun covering the world in this era, he would also be a very shining star.

"Lieutenant Colonel of the Military Department, Seventh-Order Fire Magician Glaa ......"

"Poof-" Before the young fire-type genius warlock could finish introducing himself, his whole body was already spurting blood and flying out of the duel arena.

No one knows what happened at all.

Only a few strong people vaguely saw that fleeting terrible fist.

Li Bamo defeated the enemy with one punch.

Another punch.

Although, it was a sneak attack.

Can......

"On the battlefield, my punch has already pierced your heart. Li Bamo said lightly, "Didn't your teacher teach you that when you face the enemy, no one will give you time to introduce yourself, and there is also someone who opens the magic shield?"

"Next?"

Suffocate.

Li Bamo's unrivaled strength and momentum are suffocating.

Those young and strong human beings who were gearing up at the beginning were extremely cautious.

No one is in a hurry to play anymore.

Li Bamo stood alone under the eyes of countless aliens, immobile as a mountain.

A husband is a pass.

Don't open it.

That's probably the kind of person I said.

With the fist of one person, face the whole world with arrogance.

The weak, Li Bamo.

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