Many, many years ago. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Li Bamo was still young, he began to pursue the truth of strength.

Because life in Asgard is very hard, the lack of materials and the harsh environment make people living in the Holy Land have to work hard to become stronger in order to live well.

Batmo was very hardworking, and he was indeed very good, relying on hard work and outstanding talent to enter the ranks of the Templars at an early age.

But he still felt that he was not strong enough.

Later, he knelt in front of the door of the night tower of the West Gate for five days and five nights, and finally was able to worship the door of the strongest man in the world.

But after practicing again and again, he couldn't even catch the slightest fist intent of Ximen Yelou, so he finally couldn't help but run to ask his teacher.

"Teacher, what is strong, and how can I become stronger?"

That time, Ximen Yelou didn't use his fist intent anymore, he threw a punch, a solid punch.

Or rather, half a fist.

Because when the half-punch came out, Li Bamo had already fallen.

He lay in bed for two months before he could barely recover from his wounds, and then he was expelled from the division and given a cloak engraved with the weak.

After that, he went to many places and met many people.

He is still desperately trying to become stronger, but there is still a slight gap from being strong.

His fist couldn't blast the heavens and the earth open.

It wasn't until he saw Tiefutu that he finally understood.

In this world, there are some people who are born very strong, as long as he keeps moving forward, he can become extremely strong, and his teacher is this kind of person.

And there are some people who don't look strong by nature, very weak, but with that kind of weakness, he can still become very strong, Tiefutu, this kind of person.

So he understood that what he was going to take was not his teacher's path, but a relatively difficult road.

A path from weak to strong.

The truth of his strength is that he is weak.

Weak.

Just like the cloak flying behind him, just as he now stood like a stubborn stone in front of the whole world that was wrapped in the long knife of the Iron Floating Slaughter.

A boulder.

This is the truth that was born from the Iron Floating Temple.

But it is completely different from the martial arts of Tiefutu, it is something that belongs to Li Bamo himself.

He doesn't have an iron tower that reaches the sky, and he doesn't have the whole world to move forward.

He just stood still, letting the drizzle, the waves, the evening wind, and the time rush by.

In the end, only dust and sand remained.

The knife reached his forehead.

There's no way to move anymore.

Because the power of the Iron Float has been exhausted, it is like time has passed.

Lee Batmo punches.

This punch is not fancy, not powerful, not complicated.

It is a simple punch stretched, just like the first style when he learned boxing.

Sit on the horse with a deep waist and punch.

"Boom-" Tiefutu fell with a bang.

"The afterlife is terrifying. "Above the stands, General Haikris is still amazed, even if the winner off the stage is a demon seed.

And in the stands of the demon seed, the Ximen Night Tower, which had been expressionless, also showed a faint smile.

Strong.

Although it is not known how he defeated the Iron Float.

However, the people of the Central Wangcheng on the sidelines still felt that kind of strength.

The momentum of Tiefutu's sword, they can all perceive it, and see it.

And a man who can stand firm under such a strong knife and can still punch.

It's too strong.

This demon seed.

Everyone's feelings are mixed.

For Li Bamo, this thirteen strong human beings who have defeated in a row, oh, now he is a fourteen-year-old demon powerhouse.

From the disgust and hatred at the beginning, to the present, there is a faint awe.

It's horrible......

"Concession. Li Bamo retracted his fist, and the world around him collapsed and weathered again.

Only the piece of land on which he stood was the same.

"Ahem......" Tie Futu barely got up from the ground, coughed, and said, "Admire." ”

Then he took his knife and slowly left the arena, just as he had come.

"Let's make a truce. Before Libbator could utter the next sentence, which was almost speechless, the leader of the entire Central Federation, Speaker of the House of Lords, Ars Pompeii, stood up and announced the decision.

Naturally, the demon seed did not refuse.

They carried an impeccable arrogance throughout.

The people on the high platform gradually receded.

The people in the audience refused to leave.

Their eyes were all on one person, Lucifer.

Li Bamo is certainly powerful, and they have already admitted it, but they also have strong people.

Lucifer, the morning star that will always shine in the Central King's City, he will definitely be able to defeat Li Bamo.

Everyone is longing for the appearance of this morning star, the sun of the future.

"I'll fight you tomorrow. Finally, before Libbata left the scene completely, Lucifer opened his eyes, which had been half-open and half-closed for two days, and said those words.

It was more like a war letter.

An edict from the king.

Whoever wins can become king.

"As you wish. "Li Ba didn't look back.

Off the field, there were cheers that shook the sky.

"Lucifer!Lucifer!Lucifer!Lucifer!Lucifer!"

Lucifer, is Lucifer's nickname.

The people of the entire Central Royal City, at this moment, were proud of this man.

Su Junyan stood on the highest sky, silently watching all this.

The face is expressionless.

"Don't you feel sad?" At this time, Mai Witt, who had not spoken much, suddenly asked outside the transparent cage.

"What's upset?" Su Junyan still didn't look emotional.

"Those cheers should have been yours. Mai Werther was also not emotional, her expression was rigid and stiff as always, and her tone was the same tone, "You are the real hero, and those poor people know nothing, and they are footnotes to some dirty political deals." ”

"There's nothing to be sad about. Su Junyan shook his head, "Anyway, it's not mine." ”

"What if...... I'll let you go now, will you go?" Suddenly, very suddenly, Mai Werther said, saying something that shouldn't have been said by his identity at all.

In public.

Those at the top of the Central Federation have not gone far.

"Hmph. Su Junyan chuckled, then shook his head again and said, "Send me home." ”

"As you wish. Mai Witt didn't know if he was talking to someone in the matchup today.

With a flick of his hand, the entire transparent cage began to slowly descend.

Tomorrow, tomorrow will be a lucky day for the Central Federation.

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Discipline.

By the way, ask for a ticket.

It's so spicy. Good night everybody, clams.