Aru shook his head helplessly and said, "One is like this, and two are still like this, then you should die." ”

After speaking, he directly slapped the black flame into Leng Wushuang's body.

Then he shouted directly into the audience, "The Yanshi will win!!"

Under his leadership, the audience shouted "Yanshi...... Flame Lion ...... Flame Lion ......"

Everything he did in the eyes of the average audience was just that he defeated his opponent and that's it. But in Prince Mo's eyes, he could see it very clearly, this black flame was now burning everything in Leng Wushuang's body.

Also seeing this scene was the sacrifice around him, but the sacrifice was a little unbelievable that the person who did this kind of thing turned out to be his best brother, Aru. He couldn't believe the scene that appeared in front of his eyes, since the two met, they were together with each other, taking care of each other, no matter what happened, they survived together, could it be just four years to completely change a person?

Prince Mo looked at the expression of the sacrifice as if he saw something, and he whispered, "I think you should know this guy on the stage and defeat him with all your strength." ”

The priest glanced at Prince Mo and just nodded silently. He understood that Prince Mo's words were telling him that even if he used the power of the Creator, as long as he could defeat his opponent, then there was nothing he couldn't do.

At this time, the priest had a mediocre appearance, and he did not enter the ring as handsome as those before him. Just silently walked up the stairs on the side, and in front of him was his former friend and senior brother Leng Wushuang, who collapsed to the ground with a painful look on his face.

Seeing a new face on stage, Dean Lihuo asked the people behind him, "Do you recognize this guy?"

The teachers behind him all shook their heads, how could they possibly know the person in front of them. Dean Lihuo guessed that Aru had already appeared on his side, so the other party actually sent a freshman, could it be that this freshman had something extraordinary?

At this time, Prince Mo in the audience looked at the other side of the ring, he didn't use much force, but his words spread to every corner of the third underground floor, and he said, "Dean Lihuo, how about we make a bet?"

Dean Lihuo asked with the same ability, "Prince Mo, what do you want to bet on?

Prince Mo looked at the sacrifice on the stage and said, "I want to bet with you, who loses and who wins these two children!

Dean Lihuo smiled and said, "Prince Mo, aren't you taking a big advantage? ”

Prince Mo said with a blank face: "I thought you were so confident in your students, but it turned out that it was nothing more than that." ”

Hearing this, Aru in the ring directly replied, "This gamble is so decided!" After speaking, he glanced at the dean of Lihuo in the audience.

Dean Lihuo was still very confident in Aru's strength, but he seemed to feel an ominous premonition, which is why he was so hesitant. In fact, the main reason is because King Yan has graduated and gone to Luojia before this year's academy competition, and the only ones who are really called strong are ashamed to be Emperor Yan and Aru.

Although the academy is also anxious about the strongest 5 people, but the strength of the other 3 people is not worth mentioning compared to these two people at all, at most it is a number, thinking of this, Dean Lihuo nodded to the referee in the ring, signaling that he agreed to such a rule.

The priest walked quickly to Leng Wushuang's side, he looked at Leng Wushuang with a bitter face on the ground, and then glanced at Aru on the other side of the ring, his heart had countless entanglements, how could he not regard the man in front of him as his enemy. But he couldn't forgive Leng Wushuang for all he had done.

The sacrificial priest squatted down and said to Leng Wushuang, "Although you are very cold, how can you say that you are also Uncle Dong's disciple, and you can be regarded as my senior brother, you can bear with me to help you remove the black flame in your body!"

After speaking, he silently opened Leng Wushuang's shirt, but as soon as the sacrifice touched Leng Wushuang's collar, Leng Wushuang, who was already in pain on the ground and had spasms, forcibly pushed him away.

The priest asked suspiciously, "I'm helping you, what are you doing?"

Leng Wushuang endured the pain and said, "I don't want you to help me if I die!"

For Leng Wushuang's fierce reaction, the sacrifice could be helpless, he didn't know what he had done wrong, why Leng Wushuang was so disgusted with himself.

At this time, Prince Mo walked to the ring, he picked up Leng Wushuang, and said to the sacrifice, "It's okay, I'm here!

The priest glanced at Prince Mo, and he knew that this was a battle he couldn't afford to lose. Because it is not those so-called lottery heads that lose, but Prince Mo's trust in himself with his companions.

The priest looked at Aru, who was standing opposite, and he slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His move is nothing more than the biggest flaw, and as an opponent, Aru will not miss any opportunity to defeat his opponent.

He is not like the slow-burning type of Emperor Yan, and in his eyes, any enemy is the same, only when he is lying down, unable to move, or even dead, there is no threat.

More than a dozen fist-sized black fireballs ignited around him at the same time, and at the same time, the black and red armor on his body reappeared. The distance between the two was originally more than 20 meters, but it was only a snap of a finger, and Aru came directly to the front of the sacrifice.

He will not be merciful to any opponent, and directly hit the opponent with a right hook in the face, and at the same time, the black flames suspended around him, like his other hand, with his attack, the more than ten fireballs also met the opponent's body at various vital points.

The sacrificial priest had his eyes closed at this time, and he didn't seem to be ready to defend. Aru's right fist slammed into the sacrificial's face, and the black flames covered the sacrificial's entire body while hitting the sacrificial, and the sacrificial at this time was like a mummy wrapped in black mud.

Aru was not the slightest bit happy about the success of his blow, but instead showed a trace of unreality on his face. Because although his blow did hit the sacrificial corpse, the sacrificial corpse's body did not move in any way because of his attack, and this sense of disobedience made him feel a little incredible.

It's just that the only thing he can confirm is that his black flame is indeed burning the man who is wrapped in it, and Aru knows that it won't be long before this man is estimated to not even be a scumbag.