"The Demon Breaker has retreated to his gate! Maybe in a few moments, he'll be clutching the gate like a frightened child, crying bitterly, begging never to set foot in the arena again!" the host was still telling a joke that wasn't funny at all, and Segasone in the audience was itching his teeth from his fire. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and shut up the idiots up there!"

Da Lang suddenly stopped his anxious footsteps, and the whole person pretended to be on the gate and shouted: "I'll go find a girl who is good at needlework and sew that stupid pig's mouth shut, you have to kill a few people as soon as possible." If you don't hurry up and get some bones to deal with this, sooner or later we'll both be finished!"

"It's not because the toy you bought is useless!" Ségason shouted and swung his weapon twice out of thin air, and then ran into the middle of the field.

The meeting proceeded fairly calmly for a while, during which there were three teleportations, and a total of more than a dozen naked followers of the Boneless Cult were sent to the venue. Every time the green light of the teleportation lights up, the fighters rush to the teleportation point, waiting to kill the newcomer who has not yet come to his senses. The awkward demon didn't bother Segazon anymore with a bad name, and let him comfortably overturn several murderers. The self-proclaimed clever human swordsman was snatched by Segathon and pierced his left knee with a sword; the agile elven ranger missed several cold arrows and was cut off by Segathon's legs; the dwarven fighter with bulging muscles like a mountain of muscles all over his body could only reach Segathon's ribs because of the height difference, but the bone armor worn there protected Segathon from being hurt in the slightest, but the dwarf broke his own arm. There was also a werewolf who knew how to pounce, and he killed without any weapons, only with sharp claws, and was pressed to the ground by Segason and carefully "trimmed" his nails.

Eventually, Segazon and Beriabix looked at each other once again. Segason's left arm drooped, swaying uncontrollably back and forth like a vine swaying in the wind, more than half of the bone armor on his body was shattered, and his right hand, which was holding the double-headed sword, was stained red with the blood of an unlucky ghost. And the demon was also covered in bruises, and his dark skin was covered with dark red marks. Segason raised his blade and pointed it at the demon, but he stopped talking. The latter turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood foam, hooking his hand at Segason in defiance. Segathon suddenly attacked, his body in an instant, and the dancing blade stabbed rapidly and continuously, as if it were a lightning bolt. The demon couldn't dodge, lifting its muscles to fend off the attack, and flew backwards in an attempt to distance itself from Segathon. But Segason's weapon was like a maggot attached to the bone, sticking to the demon's body and slashing left and right, leaving a dense and small wound.

"Ahh

The duel between Segazón and Beriabix was beyond the expectations of all viewers, and there were bursts of exclamations and shouts in the stands, and even the sparrow-like chatter of the host closed his mouth, carefully observing the battle situation, and his heart hung in his throat.

"I'll play for nothing!" a furious Segason shook his arm violently, and at the same time turned the hilt of his sword with meticulous touch, the trembling blade almost shattered the demon's hand bones, and he roared hoarsely in pain.