Elven archer Angela's longbow is empty, but even the most casual spectator can feel the suffocating pressure. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Break it for me!"

In the whirlwind of wild dance, Hanfka roared, the spin accelerated sharply, Dorjee shouted, the spear buzzed, and flew away.

The whirlwind struck him in the chest, and Dorjee opened his mouth, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, flying away like a bundle of straw, and slamming into the iron cage on the edge of the fighting ring, causing the entire iron cage to let out a terrible moan, as if it was about to shatter in the next second.

Anji's right hand suddenly let go, and he shot an arrow that had been gathering momentum for a long time.

Like an invisible giant, he whipped hard, and the air exploded abruptly, and a stream of air shot directly into the whirlwind.

There were two blood stains in Anji's nostrils, his face looked gray, and he gasped sharply as if he had lost his strength.

The purple whirlwind suddenly exploded, the air waves overflowed, and a purple light flew extremely far away, and in the blink of an eye, Anji's body was in a state of affairs, Anji was powerless to dodge, and suddenly received a heavy blow on his chest, rolled his eyes, and fell on the fighting ring with his back to the sky.

This was the second time Hanfka threw his weapon, a vine in place of a flail. Ironically, it was planted by Dorjee himself.

Hanfka's figure was still standing on the field, stumbling, but finally holding his feet.

His expression was still calm, but everyone could see that he had a long arrow stuck in his chest.

Angie's arrows.

Sharp arrows appeared behind Hanfka's back, and blood continued to drip down the ground along the arrows.

"Why haven't you announced the results yet?" Hanfka turned his face coldly and looked at the mecha host.

"Uh, Wind Demon, are you okay?" the pilot in the mecha swallowed obviously, "This arrow seems to have pierced your heart." ”

The only rule of the game is to win by standing, lose by falling, win by living, and lose by death.

Although it was Hanfka standing now, it was obvious that the fainted Angie was still breathing, and the weapon he hurriedly threw could only knock him unconscious.

Maybe in the next second, Anji or Dorjee will wake up, and Hanfka's heart will stop beating.

In response to the host's doubts, Hanfka sneered and slapped his palm on the arrow feather in his chest.

Poof, he spat out a small mouthful of blood, leaving a piercing wound in front of and behind him, and Bobo was bleeding, and the elf's long arrow had fallen to the ground.

Hanfka's move made the host and the audience exclaim in unison.

Offstage, a smile appeared on Savoy's face.

"This idiot. Hanfka glanced at the unconscious elf with disdain, and a sly smile appeared on his face: "I'm not a human and an elf...... The heart of our orcs grows right in the middle of our body. ”

"So, it's just a minor injury. Hanfka stepped forward, tore the elf's clothes, and wrapped his wounds in a haphazard manner. "Announce the results!"

"Oh, oh," the host replied in a loud voice from the shock, and then announced the results of the game.

Hanfka won, accumulating a total of 100 victories, and will represent Arcane City in the Imperial Capital's fighting tournament.

The audience was stunned for a few seconds, and then there was an earth-shattering shout: "Wind Demon, Wind Demon, Wind Demon, Wind Demon!"

Hanfka glanced at the audience and said nothing. But there was contempt in his eyes.

The iron cage was opened, and the slave trader Raghu, whom Sava hadn't seen for a long time, rushed to the stage with the fat and thin second team, smiling with no teeth on his face, and while taking out the medicine to re-care Hanfka's wounds, he praised endlessly: "Awesome, my wind demon! A hundred victories are in hand, and we should be famous in the imperial capital in the next step!"

A group of staff rushed into the arena and carried away the three charred corpses that had been killed, as well as the elven brothers who were still unconscious.

Seeing that the staff was about to carry the elven brothers away, Hanfka suddenly pulled Raghu and whispered to him.

Raghu frowned at first, then smiled gradually, and after a while, he nodded again and again, patted Hanfka's shoulder, and went to negotiate something with the staff.

Now that the battle is over, the host is no longer in the mech, the cockpit is open, and a neat young man jumps down and runs to Hanfka's side, still holding a microphone in his hand.

"Wind Demon, it doesn't matter if you're injured, right? That elven warrior has been gathering momentum for so long, we all thought he was going to perform a great trick. ”

Hanfka nodded: "That arrow is actually very powerful, almost breaking my whirlwind head-on, but the power on the arrow is almost canceled, and the rest is only the damage of ordinary arrows, and he doesn't know the location of the orc's heart." ”

The host nodded in amazement: "The elf brothers are very strong, but unfortunately, they met you." Alright Winddemon, you've won all 100 matches! Now, say what you didn't say before the game. ”

Hanfka took the microphone and laughed before he could say a word.

Yaya suddenly found that although this pig man was completely incomparable to Sava in appearance, the way he laughed turned out to be very similar to Sava.

"I've been in Arcane City for too long! I can't wait to get to the Imperial Capital! I think someone who is very important to me must already be waiting for me there. Hanfka's eyes sparkled, and he said word by word: "After these 100 games, I think I should surprise him, and I am looking forward to seeing his surprised expression!"

Shoved the microphone back into the host's hand, Hanfka didn't stop in the middle of the room, turned and walked out.

"Uh, uh. I wanted to ask who that person was, but Hanfka had already left quickly, so the host had to interpret it cleverly: "Okay audience, I think I know who the Wind Demon is talking about! Who else can it be? It is the opponent who is waiting for him to defeat in the imperial capital! Although the Wind Demon is not human, we still hope that he can win back the championship for Arcane City! Bless him!"

Once again, the name of the Wind Demon was shouted by the tsunami, and the seats in front of Sava and Yaya were empty.

The streets of Arcane City are sunny, everyone is walking towards their goal, and outside the arena, no one knows what bloody battles are taking place inside.

Sava and Yaya walked down the street, and even through the cloak, Yaya could still feel Savoy's joy. But Yaya was still a little puzzled: "Savoa, aren't we going to join Hanfka?"

"That kid did a great job on his own, and I think I should show up later to give him more opportunities to grow. Sava said in a pleasant voice: "The slave traders will take care of it, and they will not let them suffer any surprises if they point to Hanfka and make them a lot of money." I think it's better for me to be behind the scenes, on the one hand, to protect this kid, on the other hand, we are making such a big fuss in Bison City, it is necessary to temporarily fade out of the field of vision of some humans. ”

"Are you saying we're going to be the boss behind the scenes?" Yaya said excitedly, "Sounds like fun!"

The pedestrians on the street watched curiously as the two guys hidden in their cloaks swaggered through the city, shook their heads again, and went on with their own business.