Chapter 62

Han Nan and Hai Qingbei siblings sat together, yawning and patting their stomachs, looking very rude. When the people of the Hai clan saw him, they all looked sideways, thinking to themselves who this rude man was, and how could he mix with the Hai Qingbei sisters and brothers.

Shui Wuming waved his hand happily to Han Nan, but he was thinking in his heart: If you find an opportunity, you must kill this person, and what you can't get, you can't let the Hai clan get.

Hai Qingbao puffed out his cheeks, and his mouth was panting. Seeing his appearance, Han Nan asked, "Why are you so atmospheric?"

"Brother Shi, look ......" Hai Qingbao pointed to the wooden platform in the middle of the water.

Han Nan followed his fingers and almost laughed himself. No wonder Hai Qingbao was so angry, the Shui clan and the Hai clan sent slaves to duel. The slaves of the Shui clan have their backs and waists, and the muscles bulging up and down all over their bodies prove that they have good strength. But the slaves on Hai's side trembled, shrunk their waists with their chests, and before they could start fighting, they were a head short of the other party.

Hai Qingbao said: "The Hai clan has lost several times in a row, and has never won against the Shui clan. This time we still have to lose. ”

Even Hai Qingbao said so, and the others were even more convinced that the Hai clan would be defeated. The people of the Hai clan were all excited, and they tried their best to win today's duel, at least not to lose too ugly. But the clansmen of the Shui clan on the other side looked relaxed, and they didn't really value the result of today's duel very much in their hearts.

Every time, the Shui clan won, and then it became numb, and the result was that the Hai clan would lose anyway.

In the eighteenth year, the god of water was worshipped once, and in the eighteenth year, the two clans chose slaves to duel. It seems that the object of the duel is the purchased slave, but in fact it is a competition between the two clans for eighteen years of development strength.

The powerful side can naturally buy strong slaves, and the declining clan like the Hai Clan, others do not dare to sell strong slaves to them. Yesterday's events are proof of that.

If they lose today's duel, the others will naturally know which one is stronger. If you are strong and avoid weak, you will not have more dealings with Hai's. And in some things, the Hai clan will naturally regress, while the Shui clan will squeeze unscrupulously.

It's actually a war.

If he loses today, Hai will have to wait another eighteen years if he wants to win. But eighteen years later...... It's hard to say whether there is a Hai clan in the City of Water. Han Nan glanced at Hai Qingbao and thought that if the Shui clan fell into his hands, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for three years, and he would be swallowed by the Shui clan.

"Did you choose the wrong partner for your cooperation?" Han Nan thought with a frown.

"Beat me to death!"

Hai Qingbao suddenly let out a loud shout, waking up Han Nan, who was thinking. He turned his head toward the field and saw that the slaves on the platform were already fighting together.

The slave who appeared in the Shui clan was two meters tall, with a full beard and a messy body hair on his chest. Standing there alive resembles a black bear in heat. He held a stone hammer in his hand, the size of his head.

He took a step and rushed towards the Hai slaves, the wooden platform under his feet trembling slightly. Seeing his appearance, the slaves of the Hai clan were frightened first.

The slaves of the Hai clan were only slightly stronger than ordinary people, holding a copper knife in their hands, and they couldn't help but tremble. Looking at the opponent who rushed over, he suddenly shouted, turned his head and ran back, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

The people of the Water Clan laughed, but the people of the Hai Clan turned their backs in unison.

It's a shame......

I can't beat the opponent, and I died in the opponent's hand, and I fought with him for 300 rounds, and finally I was careless...... But he didn't even fight, so he peed his pants first. When this spreads out tomorrow, the Hai clan will definitely become the laughing stock of the whole city.

Sure enough, the onlookers around were already whispering, and some of those who were not taboo about the Hai clan even laughed out loud. Hai Qingbao trembled angrily, desperately wrote down the appearance of these people, and waited to trouble them when he came back.

On the field, Hai's slave almost jumped into the water, and the slave of the other party grabbed him by the neck and dragged him over, throwing him to the ground, and the stone hammer in his hand was raised high and fell heavily. The slave let out a scream, turned into a splatter of blood, and died instantly.

The slave of the Water Clan kicked it into the water, and a blood lotus bloomed in the water.

He stood there laughing, wiped the blood from his face, rubbed it on his chest, and shouted, "Come again!"

Ten more slaves went down to the Hai clan's side, and ten slaves fought in a ** battle, but they didn't even defeat the first slave of the other party. It's just that there are eleven more corpses in the water, and the surging river is already blood-stained crimson.

Hai Qingbao and the others of the Hai clan were already dead-faced, and everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at each other's ridicule. Back then, the Hai clan was also a force that went hand in hand with the City of Water, and it was even slightly stronger, but today it has fallen into this situation. Slave dueling, and there were only twelve slaves who participated in the war. Now eleven slaves have gone up, but they have all been killed by the other party, and even one of the other party's slaves can't help it. From then on, the Hai clan could no longer hold his head up in the City of Water.

The last slave of the Hai clan stood on the shore, looking at his opponent on the platform in fear, and he suddenly screamed wildly, stabbed his hand into his chest, and planted his body in the water.

"Wow!" a boo rang out, and the Shui Clan and other onlookers burst into laughter, accompanied by the Hai Clan's earthy gray expressions.

Everyone thought that they would lose, and they were even ready to accept the result of losing in advance. But they didn't expect that they would lose so ugly.

Hai Tianji, the patriarch of the Hai clan, had a blushing face, and he stood up embarrassedly and said, "Everyone, let's start worshiping the water god now......" He now wanted to quickly uncover this scene.

Shui Wuming stood up with a smile, bent down slightly, and said, "Uncle Hai......"

Hai Tianji nodded and said, "Ignorance, what's the matter with you?"

Shui Wuming's face was full of spring breeze, and he said, "Now that the duel is not over, who will end up with your last slave faction?"

Hai Tianji pointed to the corpse floating in the water and said, "He's dead......"

Shui Wuming shook his head with a smile and said, "Although he is dead, he has not yet boarded the wooden platform, he is not counted as the slaves you sent, these twelve slaves have been the rules of the City of Water since ancient times, and you are still the last one?"

Beat the water dogs! Hai Clan had obviously lost so ugly, but Shui Wuming still didn't let it go, and asked him to send the last slave to play. The people who can be selected by the Shui clan to participate in the duel are already the strongest slaves in the clan, and now they are all scared to suicide, who else can they send to play!

Shui Wuming smiled, he just wanted to see the Hai Clan in such a desperate situation.

"You ......" Hai Tianji was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Hai Qingbei knew that his father was reckless and not good at words, so he pulled the corner of his clothes and asked him to sit down, stood up and said: "Shui Wuming, why do you deceive people too much, if you really want to fight, I will fight with you!"