When the big black man rushed towards the other party with an indomitable might, the horizontal stripes of the nuclear gun in the white-faced man's hand suddenly lit up, and his white and flawless face, which was the envy of many women, could not see any anxiety, but exuded a strong battle intent, and his eyes looked directly at the big black man. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Five meters, the white-faced man did not shoot.

Three meters, still no shots were fired.

One meter, still no shots were fired.

Zero meters, [Blazing Shield] veneer, the battle intent in the eyes of the white-faced man was also brewed to the strongest in an instant.

[Tiger Roar] shot out, the Qi bullet collided with the same Qi-covered armor, the center point of the impact was full of energy fluctuations, even under the scorching sun, the Qi current produced by the attack was clearly visible, and the bright lines of the Qi waves splashed wantonly, rising and disillusioned.

After a heavy impact sound, the light image reached everyone's ears, and a figure flew out upside down, the big black man was unconscious, and the white-faced man took a step back, coughed several times, spit out a small mouthful of blood, and then stood still, the battle was decided.

Jin Mingsheng won and advanced to the round of 16. ”

At the end of the confrontation, it was the white-faced man who won the victory, and the referee made a ruling amid the scolding of the audience.

"It almost capsized. The white-faced man secretly smiled bitterly, lowered his eyes and looked at the big black man who fell to the ground unconscious, his eyes showed a trace of appreciation and respect, the opponent's final blow was very strong, which was somewhat unexpected by him, making his injuries that had not recovered even more serious, "It seems that the next game will not be able to participate." ”

Before leaving, Jin Ming glanced coldly at the audience again, obviously he actually cared about the shouting of the audience before the game.

When Jin Ming left the field, the unconscious black big man was also carried down by the staff, and the referee announced the start of the next game.

"In the round of 16 qualifiers, the second game is against Manshan, and the contestants are invited to play. ”

"It's time for me to play!"

Fan Sheng, who had been watching the competition, also had a further understanding of the contestants this time, and derived the strength of the general contestants from the battle between the white-faced man Jin Ming and the big black man, and after hearing that it was his turn, he stood up and walked to the competition ring.

At this time, several familiar voices came from the audience, and mortal beings looked at the source of the sound.

Rang Tan was waving his little hands vigorously while shouting and cheering, while Rang Dan's younger brother was busy preventing his sister from being so loud and paying attention to the impact.

Next to them were Cai Yan, Wang Anyan, who had done several missions with Fan Sheng, and Zhu Zhe, the only elite scavenger who was not a kernel master, although the other three didn't say anything, but their eyes were full of encouragement, and the friendship between this temporary small team formed by hunting the platetooth rhinoceros was gradually heating up.

Two days ago, the five of them came to visit him together, presumably Cai Yan told a few people, he recalled the concerned look of the five of them when they came together with the newly captured horned lizard, and couldn't help but smile and wave their hands over there before walking to the ring.

Man Shan was already standing in the ring with the inner core sword in hand, and the calm revealed in the same monochromatic pupils under her faint barely visible eyebrows was the same as when she first saw her in her life.

This is an extremely elusive woman.

"Thirty moves is limited, and winning or losing is set. As soon as Fan Sheng stepped into the ring, Manshan spoke.

"Good. The young man's face showed, Manshan's proposal obviously did not intend to fight him to the death, limited to thirty moves, clearly to distinguish the superior with their respective combat skills, some of the hole cards designed to the two of them do not have to be revealed in this game, which is beneficial to the winner's game later, will make this decision, it seems that there is Manshan himself grateful to me for shooting in the gray tide, otherwise with the essence of Manshan who he learned from Zhang Fang that Manshan is a battle maniac, this battle will never be limited to thirty moves now.

"Let's get started!" the referee began.

"Mortal. ”

"Manshan. ”

The two exchanged their names and stood on either side of the ring, and this duel was a clash between the inner swords.

The role played by mortals in the Grey Tide incident did not circulate in the [Immortal Will], and this news was officially blocked, so the actions of mortals were not well known to the residents of Wangcheng.

The noise of the audience was rekindled.

"The last wave of bets, [Hunting] Rank Middle-grade Fansheng vs [Hunting] Grade Top-grade Manshan, the former has an odds of 1:1.12, and the latter has an odds of 1:2.4. ”

"What is this, how can there be thirty moves in this game, and is it still a game if there is no blood in the ring?" one shouted.

"Hey!" the person standing next to him replied suspiciously: "Don't forget that these contestants are not simple goods with no background, since the other party is limited to thirty moves, let's watch the game like this, they are not those guys who play black matches, the organizers will follow our requirements, and they can fight according to our ideas, so let's just watch." ”

As soon as these words came out, the person who spoke before was speechless for a while, and arched his hand towards the person who reminded him, the other party was not wrong, and it would not be okay for them to tease the appearance of the contestants at will, which is the characteristic of the wasteland has always been, but once it comes to the content of the game, it is not something they can say.

However, the words of these two people are only circulated in a small area off the field, and the rest of the audience is still concerned about the bets and whether the game is exciting, if it is said that there are only some contestants who have words about the limit of thirty moves agreed between Fan Sheng and Manshan, and there is Zhi Yuan, who is fighting a straight battle, his hatred for Fan Sheng is getting stronger and stronger, and even blames Fan Sheng and Zhang Fang for the fact that he is about to abandon Du Kai.

"Why don't you fight to lose both?" the genius mechanic of [Black Thorn] thought with hatred in his heart, as he looked at the game in the ring.

After exchanging names, there was no superfluous nonsense, Fan Sheng and Man Shan rushed towards each other, the long swords intersected, Man Shan only felt a huge force, not surprised but happy, the coldness between the eyebrows disappeared in an instant, and the fanatical war spirit piled up in the meantime.

The woman's right wrist was reversed, and with a slight twist, the muscle of her right forearm was raised, and the mortal force was discharged, and the long sword in her hand rotated around and slashed towards the opponent's neck.

Mortals are not afraid, and their bodies remain in this position, except that their calves move back a few steps, and then twist their waists, which can avoid this stab.

In the first meeting, neither side took advantage.

Fan Sheng stood a few meters away, looking at Manshan, who burst out of battle, the other party's combat skills were not worse than him, extremely rare among the core people of this age, it seems that this Manshan woman is also the same as him, since he was a child, he has experienced countless battles to hone this skill, his combat skills are not like the fixed skills taught by those big forces, but from countless battles refined and explored, and it is also one of his supports.

"Since you don't have much of an advantage in your fighting skills, let's try doubling your Qi output and see if you can stick with it. Fan Sheng's eyes, hidden under his beautiful white hair, shone brightly, and he began to enjoy this tournament with only thirty moves.