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As soon as you step into the boundaries of the game, the fight begins.

On the other side was a Quint, which surprised Rosie a little. The Quint people have a dark complexion, stripping naked on moonless nights and walking in the countryside without even seeing people, especially since most of the Quints live in the Northern Regions, which are not often seen here.

The Quint man chose a mace, he is about two meters tall, very strong, and the muscles of his whole body are constantly moving, which is very ornamental. He grinned, revealing the few white organs on his body, and laughed, "Tadun, Otamoses is on top, are you sure you can wield it?", he said as he waved the mace in his hand, and the tiger was in the air.

Otamoses is a full-time fighting god in the gods of most Quint beliefs, and has extremely powerful powers, and it is said that in the ancient god war, Otamoses even cut off the head of the main god of the extinct Siyueha god system, and trampled on the entire god system.

Rosie pursed his lips and sneered without speaking, compared to physical fitness, he was not afraid of anyone at all.

"Come, let the great Zito see if your strength is really a tower shield!", the Quint gladiator immediately ran, and every step landed on the ground with a thud, he was tall and strong, and his weapon was also an extremely heavy mace, which really looked like a muscular chariot, and pounced on him on a rampage. Before it was close, Rossi could feel a hint of pressure.

But he didn't feel afraid because he felt the pressure, but raised the tower shield and went up hard.

There was a loud bang of duang, and even those standing outside the arena could feel the vibration and tremor caused by the collision between the two through the sound. The blow was particularly solid, and it hit Rossi's tower shield head-on.

The instructor in charge of the horse scorpion training camp suddenly showed a smile on his face, he stood beside the poisonous wolf, and pointed: "Zito's strength is rare and strong in our training camp, he is enough to wield a two-handed giant axe of more than three hundred catties, to be honest, if you don't use your strength, just rely on the power of pure flesh, even I'm a little powerless." Saying that, he couldn't help but sigh: "The talent of the Quintes is really terrible, and it is not unreasonable that the champion of the Northern Region has been controlled by the Quints. ”

The corner of the poisonous wolf's eyes twitched, he really couldn't get used to the person next to him, the two were acquaintances, they had been trained in the same training camp before, and they had also encountered it once in the Eastern Regions, that time the poisonous wolf was short of a move, injured his thigh, and failed, he just couldn't see the guy next to him agree, "What about the strength?" The biggest enemies of the Quints are the Delites and the Otmirs, and they are also the most afraid of dexterous opponents. ”

The instructor of the Scorpion training camp spat disdainfully, "But your kid is not a Delit, nor is he an Otmir, he is just an ordinary Gotbys. He laughed, "And this stick is very real, your child's left hand should be broken, even if it is not broken, he will not be able to use the tower shield." Without defense, the fate of facing the mace is very miserable. You should convince him to use a sword and shield, and not a double weapon. ”

The poisonous wolf also thought so, and he also regretted it faintly, but he couldn't say it, but instead retorted with a stiff neck: "Rosie hasn't fallen yet, no one can say that he will definitely lose!"

"Really, hehe!", the instructor of the Scorpion training camp wanted to say something, but his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

Rosie in the field actually pushed Zito away with a force, and he rounded the one-handed axe in his hand and cut horizontally towards Zito. Zito was also taken aback by Rosie's strength, he originally thought that his strength was strong enough, enough to crush a Gotbis like Rosie, who was not known for his strength, but he didn't expect that this skinny guy seemed to have some terrifying demonic beast hidden in his body, and he could actually suppress his strength and even quickly counterattack.

Unguarded, Zito's dodge slowed down a little, and the tip of the axe gently brushed over his lower abdomen, making a bloody streak, and blood flowed out at once. Zito hurriedly took a breath and sank into his lower abdomen, and his abdominal muscles suddenly contracted together, stopping the flow of blood. He smeared a handful of wounds, and the special oil immediately filled the wound and fused with the surrounding oil, sealing the bleeding hole.

"Your strength is not small!", Zito began to get serious, he licked the grease mixed with blood on his fingers, the fishy sweet smell made his eyes reddened slightly, and his huge size actually took small steps and made an offensive stance.

The corners of Rossi's mouth twitched, he lowered his center of gravity, kicked his legs to the ground violently, and bounced two gray pillars, and the whole person crashed into Zito like a cannonball. Zito put away his contempt and moved two steps to the right, just stuck in Rossi's corner. He put his feet behind him, his body arched, and he grabbed the mace with both hands as if he were hitting a baseball, and whipped it hard.

There was another loud bang, and the whole world seemed to slow down in this instant.

Rossi could feel his upper body suddenly stop in place with Zito's attack, but his lower body was still moving forward under the effect of inertia, and the tower shield was pumped backwards to exert pressure, and this pressure set off a wave of flesh down his arm until it passed through his body, and this force also forced him to stop. Time has made the world frame by frame, but his thinking has not changed at all, as if he pressed the slow motion button, everything is so strange. He could even catch Zito's beads of sweat fluttering in the air, and he could see tiny dust slowly radiating around him in an explosive fashion.

He tried to nail his legs, raised his one-handed axe arm in the air, twisted and slashed at Zito.

It's all happening, but it's weirdly slow.

In the next moment, time returned to normal, and Zito screamed and untied the weapon in his hands, retracted his arm and fell straight down. The moment he fell, the one-handed axe slashed down against his fingertips. If he hadn't reacted in time, I'm afraid he would have been able to cut off his hands in one fell swoop.

This momentary reversal made the instructor of the horse scorpion training camp outside the field open his mouth wide but couldn't say a word, but the poisonous wolf looked like he raised his eyebrows, he snorted with a smile: "I seem to have heard that you have a few seeded players, is this Zito considered one?"

"How is this possible?", the instructor of the horse scorpion training camp still couldn't believe his eyes, a Gosbit man actually suppressed Zito in terms of strength? What are you kidding, is this guy a monster in human skin? Where did he come from such a powerful force? You must know that it is Zito, Zito who is known as the "power of the horse scorpion". In the face of the poisonous wolf's taunt, he couldn't even speak, and could only stare at Rosie.

It's human nature to beat up a reservoir dog, especially when fighting. Lacking his weapon and falling to the ground again, Rossi raised his left arm, and the tower shield was like a sharp cutter at Zito's legs. Zito twisted his waist frantically and rolled widely. He took the opportunity to kick Rossi's tower shield hard, and with this reaction force, he slid on the ground for some distance before climbing backwards.

Touching his wrist guards, he looked at the little man he had despised before, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Rossi withdrew the tower shield and stood relaxed, looking at Zito calmly, he slowly raised his one-handed axe, "Convincing?"

Zito glanced at the instructor with an ugly face on the sidelines, looked at the mace at Rossi's feet, gritted his teeth, and lowered his head.

He had no way to disagree, he had no weapons, and his strength was no match for the other party, the other party was still holding a tower shield and a one-handed axe, even if there was a great priest outside the field, he still didn't dare to risk his body and his life. What if, what if you can't save it? This is not a weapon like a sword, even if you stab it or pull a hole directly in your body, you won't die immediately, and the one-handed axe and the opponent's strength are enough to split him in half in one go!

His clenched fist suddenly let go, "I lost!"