There was silence in the arena, as if it were empty, so quiet that the elder could hardly believe his ears, and he began to run at full speed, no longer caring about his image and majesty. Then, when he rushed into the final arena, he was just as stunned as the people in the arena.

At this moment, there was only a clear and loud voice in the arena, a gasp like that of a beast that was tired and collapsed. It was Richard's gasp.

Richard was still standing, albeit reluctantly, but he was standing.

The barbaric massacre was planted on the ground, and almost half of Richard's body relied on the barbaric massacre to maintain his standing. Blood was pouring from his body onto the savage slaughter, and then sliding down the blade, accumulating a large pool of blood on the ground. Several terrifying serrated teeth on the knife were dripping blood downward.

Drops of hot blood fell into the pool of blood, and the dripping sound was clearly discernible.

Most of Richard's body was soaked in blood, his face was as white as paper, and large drops of sweat were rolling out, soaking through his clothes and mixing with blood. He panted desperately, like a fish thrown ashore, and sometimes even lowered his head, pressing all his weight on the knife, just panting. No matter how much he wheezed, Richard's lungs seemed to be on fire, spicy and unspeakably uncomfortable, and there was always a strong fishy smell between his breaths.

Looking at Richard's appearance, I'm afraid it will be difficult to lift another finger. But behind him, the blood mallet fell to the ground, most of the upper body and the head disappeared, and the splattered flesh reached twenty meters away!

Regardless of the process, it turned out to be clear that Richard was still alive and the Bloodgavel was dead.

An eighteenth-level magister who had taken poison was still alive, but a nineteenth-level high-level totem warrior was dead?

The crowd in the spectator table was in a different mood.

At the beginning of the decisive battle, they saw Richard raise his sword and raise his eyebrows, and then a completely indescribable fierce murderous aura rose into the sky! Some people with weaker mental strength even thought that they saw a high column of blood rushing above Richard's head!

The blood mallet was rushing, and Richard was also rushing, and the two staggered past in an instant, the heavy hammer of the blood mallet fell into the air, and a shallow and long wound was cut under the ribs.

After passing by, the blood mallet froze in place, slowly bowing its head, looking at its injuries with a strange face, and then a cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded on the decisive battlefield.

Blood splattered like a fountain, and it was hard to imagine that there could be so much blood in a person's body!

Ten meters away, Richard was like a traveler who had just come out of the desert, slamming his long knife into the ground, gasping desperately.

Any barbarian powerhouse with some discernment could have sensed that Richard's current situation was a little abnormal, but they didn't expect that the high-level totem warrior Blood Mallet, who was quite outstanding in the temple, would be slashed with a single sword and die so miserably. This scene was so shocking that after such a long time, the people watching the battle were still subconsciously holding their breath.

In the entire decisive battle, only Richard was desperately gasping for breath like a fish ashore.

"Richard won. The referee's voice was long overdue, but finally it came. This battle is unlikely to be variable in any case.

At this time, the silence on the sidelines was broken, and there was a bang, and people began to talk about it, all talking desperately, or asking desperately. I was suppressed for so long just now that everyone has a ** to speak.

"Is that the reason for that knife? I don't know why, but that knife makes me feel terrible. More than one person asked.

"No! Certainly not! No matter how powerful that knife is, it can't be so big. It must be a powerful combat skill, similar to our barbarians' burst shock. There was more than one person who answered like this, but there were far fewer people who answered, and they were all really strong people, and their eyesight and experience were extraordinary.

"Really...... It's terrible!" I don't know who said it suddenly. In the midst of the cacophony, the words were so legible that everyone heard them, and then there was a sudden silence in the room.

Even the barbarians who greatly admired the strong did not laugh at the young warrior who had lost his voice and sighed with emotion at this moment. Everyone was wondering if they would have been able to dodge Richard's knife if they had been standing in the position of the blood mallet just now? The answer to this question made the vast majority of people shudder.

Richard's knife route was extremely clear, so that everyone could see it clearly, and the blood mallet could also be seen clearly, but they couldn't dodge it. This was an indescribable knife, and in retrospect at this moment, several powerful elders actually found that Richard's blade did not tremble in the slightest!

Maybe this doesn't seem like anything, but in terms of martial arts, it means that Richard has already controlled the sword in his hand to Cheng dù as he pleases, and there are several supreme martial arts inherited in the temple, first of all, the martial artist is required to have this kind of control power. Because the requirements are so demanding, these martial arts are often broken and no one can use them for an entire generation.

This knife is almost irresistible.

For a physically strong barbarian warrior, getting hit by an opponent once in a while is nothing, and injuries are commonplace. But the corpse of the blood mallet warned his compatriots with blood splattered for dozens of meters, and he was slashed by Richard. Even the blood mallet can't stand the knife, and how many of the people present dare to take Richard's knife?

This knife is incredibly powerful, and the consumption seems to be just as huge, as evidenced by Richard's current appearance, maybe he can't send a second knife, but who knows about this?

Time passed like this, and Richard was given a break. Those in the know are secretly anxious, but most people don't think it's anything. Both sides of the showdown are warriors, and of course they have to face each other at their best. And the next opponent who was going to fight Richard had not yet finished fighting.

Hearing the announcement that the match was over, Richard used his long knife as a crutch, walked back to his place and sat down, then closed his eyes and quietly waited for the next opponent. The knife that slashed the blood mallet, Richard used the power of all life annihilation, and the whole five life annihilation combined with the power of barbaric slaughter created a terrifying knife.

The blade only entered the flesh for a few centimeters, but in an instant, the blood mallet's vitality was cut off, and it produced an effect similar to an inward burst, causing most of the blood mallet's body to explode.

But the cost of this knife is just as great. Life Denial is directly extracting the body's energy to maintain its operation, and Richard is in a state of poisoning, which has caused permanent damage to the body. Richard silently assessed the injury, and suddenly smiled.

Just three years less!

If you exchange three years of life for an opponent's life, this business is quite profitable. Although Richard thought so in his heart, he knew that with a full force like the one just now, he still had the strength of one knife at most. If it is used in the next game, then Richard can reach the quarterfinals, and I am afraid it will stop there.

Richard suddenly laughed, how could he have room for bargaining now, killing one was one. Killing people under the noses of the elders is equivalent to giving them a resounding slap in the face. Richard then calmed down, slowly adjusting and repairing the internal functions of his body, fighting against poison.

In the distance, behind a window that could see the whole of the final battle, two men were standing at the moment.

"This Richard is really a variable, but fortunately I was prepared. Do you still think that you can defeat him without any suspense?" said Hua Wen slowly, with a hissing voice in his voice.

The sixth prince, Uriel, still had strong self-confidence, and said: "This knife may not be able to hit me, even if he can't dodge, with Uriel's strong defense, it will be difficult for him to cut through." Don't you see, Richard's essence is still a magister, and it is impossible to have the attack power of the Sanctuary Cheng Dù. ”

Hua Wen shook his head and said, "This is not all of Richard's hole cards. ”

"Are you saying he still has a way to hide? It's all like this, and he still has all the cards in his hole?" said Uriel.

"He must have the means. Hua Wen said gloomily, "I know how to read people's eyes, and from his eyes, I can still see hope." ”

Uriel shrugged and said, "Let's talk about how he can survive the next one." ”

At this moment, Richard's body was like dozens of red-hot steel needles swimming around, not to mention the pain, the magic power was still slowly but firmly declining, and at this moment it had dropped another level. So far, Richard has tried all the methods, but he still can't stop the poison, at most it can be slightly delayed. However, Richard was in a very calm mood at this time, and he was wholeheartedly recovering his magic and fighting the poison.

At this time, a rough voice came from the field: "Richard, your opponent in this game is me! How long do you have to rest?"

Richard opened his eyes and saw a typical barbarian warrior standing in the middle of the field, dressed in the traditional warrior costume of the barbarians. This colorful costume is a must-wear for the warriors during the celebrations. This barbarian warrior had just experienced a fierce battle, and it seemed that his strength had been consumed a lot, and he still had a lot of injuries on his body.

The strong man roared like thunder: "I am Mza from South Calando! remember my name, for I will kill you here." When you die, you can go and complain to the gods of Norland, Lao Tzu is waiting in Callando!"

Richard held the savage slaughter, stood up on its support, and slowly walked towards the decisive battle. He was so weak that he looked like he might fall at any moment, but for some reason, Mza felt his heart beat faster and faster.

The corpse of the blood mallet had already been dragged away, and the site had been washed with water. But there were still large dark red blood stains on the ground, which spread out in front of Richard, as if a carpet of flesh and blood had been laid for him.