On the front gate square of the headquarters of the Storm Corps, the crowd was full of voices and noisy, and as the competition drew to an end, the atmosphere reached a white-hot stage.

After watching the first four fights in amazement, the people began to argue loudly about which side would win, and at this point, even the confidence of the hardcore Storm Troop fans began to waver.

Torres cautiously approached the middle-aged man with blond hair and deliberately asked, "Father, who do you think will win in the next competition between He Jinshui and the white robe?"

"I haven't seen He Jinshui's moves, but he is too young, and he probably lacks combat experience. I know Casiraghi very well, he is definitely a scheming and cunning kind, and young people will definitely suffer if they fall against him. Therefore, I think the white robe has a better chance of winning. The middle-aged man with blond hair said slowly.

"Oh?" the sly smile flashed in Torres' eyes, and he deliberately said loudly: "Hasn't my father heard that he is afraid of being young and strong? Why don't we make a bet?"

"The stinky boy has grown up, and he knows that he coerced and seduced your father. Okay, let's bet, what's the bet?" the blonde man turned around with his hands behind his back, staring at Torres with blazing eyes.

"If He Jinshui wins, I hope to drop out of Neverwinter Academy and follow their mercenary group to fight all over the world, eat delicious food, have fun, and make friends with the heroes of the world. Well, it's beautiful to imagine!" Torres' eyes lit up with infinite longing.

"Okay, if He Jinshui wins, I will allow you to travel the world with them, but you will have to come back and take over after the age of thirty!" said the blonde man with a smile on his face.

"Long live Daddy!" Torres jumped in joy.

"Stinky boy, don't be too happy, if He Jinshui loses, you will have to stay in Wudong Academy to study Wen Taowu until you graduate. How, dare you bet?" said the blonde man, rubbing his beard.

"Bet, even if you wear it in prison, you have to gamble!" Torres waved his fist vigorously and said viciously, and then his eyes drifted to He Jinshui, hoping to be able to cut the white robe into ten or eight sections at once instead of him.

"Ahh He pinched his nose and said to himself, "Well, it looks like someone is thinking about me!"

He Jinshui turned around and lazily sat down in front of Kasiraki, who had already been in the middle of the scene, and bragged and said, "Old man, you are so old and still come out to dance with knives and guns, I am very sorry in my heart." Otherwise, I'll give you a refreshing look after a while! Do you choose to have a different head, or do you want to be cut into sections? hehe."

The white robe stood up slowly and calmly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he raised his head to the sky with disdain: "Young man, don't pretend to be forced, if you pretend to be forced, you will be chopped! The old man has encountered an unknown number of enemies on the battlefield over the years, and the weeds on their graves have grown tall!"

"Oh, then try!" He Jinshui's limbs shifted, his hands and feet began to swell, and his exposed areas emitted a dark golden light, and the golden control ability burst into force, pulling the metal limbs to burst out with great power. He stretched a few times lightly and said slowly towards the other party.

"Come on, come on!" The white robe instantly defended three times in a row, wrapping the whole body tightly under the guardian magic. He swung his staff and threw it on the ground, shouting, "Ten thousand ants devour!"

Countless white giant ants poured out like a tide from the depths of the ground, and one by one they attacked He Jinshui in dense form. They crawled like mercury on the ground, silently, but everywhere they went, there was no grass, and a thick layer of corrosive liquid remained on the green bricks.

"Good fellow, even the white giant ants have come out, it seems that Casiraqi has invested a lot of money, and your friend is in danger!" said the blonde man as he stopped laughing and said to Torres seriously.

"I don't believe it, the master is the best!" Torres trembled nervously and clenched his fists hard.

After the team was chased by Saharan man-eating ants last time, He Jinshui has been thinking about how to deal with it, and he finally thought of a flaw. Seeing the old scene reappearing, he did not hesitate to bluff his hands, attracting the weapons in the hands of the members of the Storm Troop who were watching, and grasping them in his hands like two huge spherical metals.

"Metal smelting!" He Jinshui shouted, gathering the weapon in his hand in the air and spinning it at high speed, turning into a huge ball of metal liquid in just a few seconds. The shape of this metal ball was extremely unstable, and from time to time molten liquid metal fell off its surface and dripped down, and He Jinshui held it in his left hand to keep it in its original state, suspended in front of him.

Under the control of He Jinshui's thoughts, the liquid ball began to move in a circle around him, and drew a spiral shape like a snail's shell with the dripping hot molten iron as a pen and the blue brick floor in the center of the square as paper, and stretched far away until it disappeared in front of the crowd.

The hot molten iron dripped on the ground and rattled, emitting bursts of white smoke, instantly carbonizing and burning the white giant ants rushing in front. The termites in the back sensed danger by biological instinct, and the team suddenly hesitated, and the field fell into a stalemate.

Seeing He Jinshui using such a strange trick, Casiraqi knew that it would be difficult for the ant colony to make contributions. He sighed and waved his hand, and the termite colony gradually dispersed. "I really underestimated you, it looks like I'm going to have to give it my all!" he thought to himself.

"Come out, my servants!" the white-robed man pinched a spell in his left hand, chanted a word in his mouth, and with his right hand, he spun the staff several times and slammed it on the ground.

Green smoke rose, and four giant figures about a foot tall around the staff appeared out of thin air and stood up. They were all rock formations, wearing golden armor, and their swords were waving in the wind, and they approached He Jinshui step by step in the sound of heavy footsteps.

Looking at their appearance, He Jinshui felt vaguely familiar, and scolded with a smile: "Who am I, it turns out to be four Ks!" But isn't it, these four stone statues are all wearing crowns, beards, and swords in their left and right hands, which seem to be exactly the same as the four KINGs in the playing cards.

He Jinshui was unwilling to reveal the mystery of the small stone in the competition, and needed another weapon to take advantage of. His mind controlled the remaining liquid metal balls to flutter and spin in the air, elongated and deformed them, and then swooped into the surrounding wells.

After a few breaths, a three-meter-long, wrist-thick spear soared into the sky, and after flying in the air for several circles, lightning was generally copied into He Jinshui's hand. He waved it casually, and the tip of the spear rotated at high speed, like a silver snake flying in the air.

When it comes to marksmanship, He Jinshui is not good at it. He has always believed that there are no tricks to win, and he believes that after magnifying his eyesight, speed and strength to the extreme, no matter how mediocre the tricks are, they will be replaced with brilliance, and even reach the point where "the heavy sword has no edge, and the great skill is not worked".

With a spear in hand, I have it in the world! He raised his weapon and shouted loudly with high spirits: "Look at me He Jin water gun picking up a giant statue!"