Putting aside the battle between the queen and the temple for the time being, Su Ling still has one last test at the moment-

Sandstorm.

This queen's personal bodyguard, a mysterious master who never shows up or speaks, has been the champion for many consecutive years.

While the title is aggressive and aggressive, reminiscent of the sandstorms that ravage towns, his actions are as unpredictable and erratic as ghosts.

It is said that the guy who duels with Sandstorm, no matter how strong he is, will fall down in front of him, and the other person will even stand still.

Sandstorm killing, more terrifying than the butcher, from the stage to the head on the ground, the second hand does not have time to turn, the audience does not even realize what is happening, the opponent is bleeding.

It seems that as long as Sandstorm moves his mind, he can kill people invisibly.

Zeta is really rich in monsters, or rather, the hole cards of other empires are not on the surface.

To deal with such a guy, Su Ling naturally cheered up his spirits.

Although he knew that the queen would not let Sandstorm kill him, if he tried to compete with a fluke mentality, he would probably break his arm and hand.

This can be regarded as a disguised proof of strength.

Moreover, he also wants to know the strength of Sandstorm.

After this competition, no matter whether he wins or loses, Su Ling has the capital to negotiate conditions.

He was still looking forward to Zeta's miraculous treasures buried deep in the desert, and it was clear that the secret queen of the Zeta gods knew a lot, not as little as Elizabeth.

Avalon, the legendary blessed land, is full of witches, evil spirits, and death...... Su Ling was jealous of this so-called abode of the gods.

He would never have gone to Avalon until he was ready.

Let's take advantage of Zeta first, dig out more of the gods' secrets, and then try to challenge Avalon.

At this time, it was already noon, the air was slightly distorted by the scorching sun, and Su Ling could hear the voice in the audience-

"Sandstorm! Sandstorm! ”

"Kill that foreign boy!"

It seems that the people's sense of xenophobia here is still so strong.

Su Ling shook his head self-deprecatingly, if he lost the main final, I am afraid that the people of Zeta would greet him with a smile, but if he won, it would be a street rat, and everyone would have to look at him in disgust.

This country is really magical, it is clear that the internal fighting is so fierce, but the external is united.

Walking into the ring, the host's voice trembled a little:

"Today, for the first time in so many years, a desert battlefield has challenged our legend, Zeta's undefeated myth - Sandstorm."

"I believe that the Predator trained in this cruel desert will not be weaker than any outlander, the facts have proven this countless times, and this time will be no exception, let us cheer for the sandstorm!"

"Sandstorm! Sandstorm! ”

For a while, there were cheering sandstorms inside and outside the stadium, but no one supported Su Ling.

Except for one person.

"Get out of the way, your place is mine."

A spectator who was waving his flag and cheering for the sandstorm was suddenly squeezed out of his seat.

He just wanted to scold a bastard, but he turned his head to meet a pair of dark eyes.

Babatu had another scar on his cheek, but his eyes were more stunning than ever.

After defecting to Assasin, he was hunted down and killed, and because he knew his abilities well, the killers sent were very difficult.

finally got rid of the pursuit, but when he heard that Su Ling was going to have a decisive battle with Sandstorm, he still came to the competition site at the risk of being exposed.

The butcher wanted a position, and the audience naturally resigned to getting out of the way, but as he left, a fine light flashed in the corner of his lowered eyes.

Assasin has a big bounty...... The butcher is here again, if he provides information......

When he was about to go to ventilate the news, there was a sudden pain in his chest.

Looking down, the original location of the heart has become a blood hole.

Babatu crushed the heart in his hand, looked at the man who fell silently in the crowd, looked away with disdain, and then stared at the ring tightly.

On the stage, Su Ling was the only one.

He stood in the middle of the spacious ring and looked up at the huge clock hanging in front of the ring.

It's 11:59:59 minutes, and it's one second before the start of the race.

Time began to flow, and the hour, minute, second, and even the digitized millisecond timer all overlapped –

Twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Su Ling retracted his gaze, and there was already one more person in front of him.

Wearing a huge suit of armor, he couldn't see any posture or expression clearly.

The sandstorm appeared in front of him as if out of thin air, without any sound or breath.

"It looks like an ironclad little treasure, why does it act like a bamboo dragonfly?"

Su Ling looked at the other party and felt incredible.

For some reason, he always felt that the person in front of him had a sense of déjà vu.

Su Ling couldn't help but tentatively speak: "Have we met anywhere?" ”

Sandstorm didn't speak, the huge helmet nodded slowly, and then shook his head suddenly.

This looks like the thief unconsciously admitted and quickly repented after being exposed.

Su Ling couldn't understand what he wanted to express, and always felt that this guy was a little ......

Dullness? Or is it a little stupid?

But how can a powerhouse of this level be a stupid person?

He turned his head to look at Menes, who was watching the battle not far away, the cat-like queen wearing a golden crown and a swan-like neck with rare emeralds and precious stones, and her seductive turquoise eyes were watching here.

Seeing him look at him, Menes's red lips hooked up with a smile, and he got up gracefully, and announced:

"So, it's game on."

The cheers of the audience immediately fell silent, and for the first time, Her Majesty personally spoke out to preside, no matter who had to give three points of thin noodles.

Ling Che was slowly lifted, Su Ling took two steps back, widened the distance from the sandstorm, and stared at the opponent's huge armor tightly, not daring to act rashly.

His ability has been exposed a lot, but Sandstorm has been the champion for many consecutive years, and no one has said what he is capable of.

The duel of psionics is not absolutely overwhelming, and sometimes even B-rank hunters can defeat A-class hunters, and even escape from S-class fighters.

Although his abilities are very comprehensive and diverse, he doesn't dare to say that he is invincible in the world, there are always some perverted monsters, such as modifying reality, no one can withstand it.

The scan was turned on, but the other party's ordinary-looking armor was like a natural barrier, and no feedback could be received.

Sandstorm's armor rattled and suddenly a hand stretched out and raised a finger.

Before Su Ling could react, the next moment, the spirit cut in his hand actually appeared in the hand of the sandstorm!

A swordsman, the knife was snatched, and he couldn't even resist, and when he said it, he would be laughed at by someone.

But no one could laugh.

Baba Tu's pupils constricted, as he could clearly see that Su Ling's knife had been transferred to Sandstorm's hand in an instant.

There was not even a process in between, and the opponent stood still and snatched the enemy's saber from him.

Teleportation, or spatial transfer?

Su Ling's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the other party grabbed the knife in an instant, and he could also kill him in an instant.

The knife was snatched, and it can already be said that he lost most of it, but he didn't want to give up and wanted to see what the other party was capable of.

So he mused and said to Sandstorm, "Go on." ”

Sandstorm nodded, holding up a second finger.

The moment Su Ling saw him raise his finger, he had already used teleportation to widen the distance.

However, when he came back to his senses, he found that he already had an extra knife in his hand.

Grab the knife, return the knife, in one go, fleeting.

Su Ling stood in place, two trembling.

He looked up at the clock, and then at the "Armored Warrior" dozens of meters away in front of him, and for the first time he felt a sense of powerlessness from the heart.

It is impossible for someone to do something, it does not need time, and the other party does not give him any time to react, or even leave any traces.

That's impossible!

Just now, he wrote down the time of the clock.

When his second trick was over, Su Ling immediately observed the clock.

Except for the time of observation, he was very sure that the sandstorm returned the knife, and the time did not change at all.

There is only one possibility......

Time stops!