The body was in severe pain, as if it had been penetrated by ten thousand swords, and Butian's body shrouded in swords seemed to be roasted in the sea of fire, and it seemed to be thrown into the sword mountain Ling Chi. In particular, his hands were hit head-on by the sword, and after only a moment of support, the black light dissipated, the bones were broken, the muscles flew apart, and they were almost cut off alive.

His feet were slammed into the ground with great force, and the black granite arena was fragile and the rubble cracked. Butian's clothes were broken and ragged, his whole body was full of bloody arrows, his skin was open, and white bones could be seen in some wounds.

The wind howled from the playing table.

After an initial burst of ferocity, the giant blade gradually dissipated, leaving only a mess of ground and a blood-stained figure.

There was silence and tension on the viewing stage, and such a fierce battle has rarely appeared in the past few qualifying tournaments.

Butian half-knelt on the ground, his whole body did not have the slightest strength, the pain was so severe that he was numb, and the strong recovery force was also gradually ineffective at this moment, and he could only stop the bleeding preliminarily.

He felt hungry and had a desperate desire to suck blood, which was a vampire instinct.

Bu Tian knew that because the injury was too serious, the cells in the body urgently needed to replenish nutrients and energy, and only by sucking blood could he quickly recover from the injury.

Looking intently at the personal attribute bar, physical condition: 18% weak.

With a bitter smile in his heart, Butian coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He'd been suffering this near-fatal injury lately, and this time it was better, not so bad that it was endangered.

Bu Tian bared his teeth and struggled to stand up, this action, he did extremely hard.

His hands were broken, his skin was peeling open, and he struggled to stand up like this, causing many wounds to crack again and blood stains everywhere. His standing body swayed, like a seedling in the wind, and he could fall to the ground at any moment.

Bu Tian had no idea what kind of Xuanyuan wave he caused outside the arena by his sudden action of standing up.

Everyone's eyes were about to fall to the ground, their mouths were wide open, and the expressions of shock on their faces stiffened.

It was Wendy, who was originally crying like tears, and at this time, her hands were also shocked to cover her small mouth, and her crying little face was full of consternation.

Renault on the stage sat on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his gaze was a little glazed, and he was shocked beyond measure.

Is this Nima still human? There is no good flesh on his body, and his white bones are about to be exposed, and his hands are so broken that he can only hang and shake weakly in the air, but this guy, this perverted guy can still stand.

The other seven contestants on the stone seat were stunned at this time, with a slight chill in their hearts, this guy was simply Xiaoqiang who couldn't be beaten.

Sean stroked his forehead with his hand, his eyes looked at the sky, and he looked unacceptable, he was completely conquered by Butian.

"Time is running out, I need to hurry up and deal with that difficult guy. Otherwise, it can only be considered a draw. ”

Butian's eyes flashed slightly, looking at Renault, who was more than ten feet away from him, trembling his body, and walking over.

Everyone was shocked that Butian's physique was strong, but they didn't know what he was thinking at this time, otherwise he would have to vomit blood. It's all hurt to this virtue, and I have to fight.

Looking at the figure of Butian slowly approaching, this figure was very thin, and even a little trembling, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, but Renault had an extreme sense of powerlessness in his heart.

In this battle, he used all his means to fight and was seriously injured so far, but the other party still never fell, and Renault knew that he had lost.

The strongest sword has never defeated the opponent, and with his current half-crippled state, what can he do to defeat the opponent.

With a silent sigh, Renault's eyes returned to flatness.

He lost, at the hands of someone who had never looked him in the eye, but instead of being discouraged, he felt a sense of relief.

He has always stood alone on the top of the mountain, sitting on the name of the first person of the young generation in Sparta, indulging in lust and unable to extricate himself, feeling that it is difficult to find defeat, lonely and arrogant.

Now, this defeat, he has begged and realized that he is not without opponents, there are many people who can be his opponents, but his biggest enemy is himself.

Only by defeating himself can he go further on the road of martial arts.

"I lost. ”

A deep voice came out of his mouth, and Renault's face was calm and his eyes were bright. After figuring it out this time, it seems that winning or losing is no longer a concern for him.

Butian's footsteps paused, he looked at Renault with some surprise, in the eyes of the other party, he didn't see the slightest fluctuation of emotion, some, just a kind of enlightenment.

"Renault is worthy of being the first person of the young generation in Sparta. I sighed in my heart, and I admired it.

The heights are unbearable, and the masters are often lonely and arrogant.

Such as Renault, who is famous and has many halos, and most of the geniuses like this are arrogant. Once you fail, the setbacks you endure are far beyond ordinary people. However, Renault was able to quickly calm down, come out of the huge blow of defeat, and then burst out with a stronger fighting spirit.

Such a person, if he does not die halfway, will become a strong man who stands proudly at the peak in the future.

Renault's conceded defeat brought the match to an end.

Everyone looked at his figure sitting on the ground, as if they saw the end of a myth.

Since Renault broke through to the strength of the lower level 2 four years ago, he has become the first person of the young generation recognized in Sparta City, and he was only eighteen years old at that time.

An eighteen-year-old low-level 2-level martial artist is simply a rarity for the entire Crook Principality.

In the more than 600-year-long history of the principality, there are only a handful of more geniuses than it. Even among the twelve great cities and even the imperial capital, there are only three young powerhouses who can compare with Renault.

Don't look at the entire Crook Principality, there are many young powerhouses at the lower level 2, but those who can reach this step at the age of eighteen can be said to be one of a million people.

This is a kind of potential, but also a kind of heritage. The sooner you reach a higher level, the stronger the potential and the deeper the heritage. This is also the reason why there is a huge difference in the real combat effectiveness of the same class.

Many people speculate that with Renault's heritage, it may have reached the threshold of the intermediate level, and may break through to the intermediate level in the next three or two years.

At that time, he was only 25 years old, and he was only a 25-year-old middle-level powerhouse, even in many middle-level dynasties, he was also the top figure of the younger generation.

Such a gifted Renault, the pride of the people of Sparta, was defeated today, to a young man who was two years younger than him, a young man of unknown reputation.

In the whole gladiatorial arena, no one cheered, or rather, under the suppression of this dull atmosphere, the mood of cheering was lost.

Renault is strong, a genius of geniuses. However, Brent, who defeated him, was stronger and was the demon of geniuses.

When there was a duel between the genius and the demon, the process was wonderful and intense, and everyone was amazed. However, the ending is even more impressive.

Perhaps demons cannot be measured by common sense, because the behavior and strength of demons will always surprise everyone. Butian is such a demon, in a desperate situation where everyone is not optimistic about him, he turns the tide hard, surprises everyone again and again, and survives in desperate situations again and again.

To this day, he was still standing, even though he was covered in bruises, and his fragile body seemed to fall if the wind blew. But this seemingly weak figure is so dazzling at this moment that no one dares to underestimate it.

The first person!

"Brent wins, gets one point, seven points overall, Renault loses, minus one point, five points overall. ”

Sean calmed down and announced the result of the fight, his strange white pupils reflected Butian's scarred figure.

This weak figure, tough as a lone pine on a cliff, brought him a trace of surprise and curiosity.

A low, obscure magic spell came out of Sean's mouth, and the green light of his wand in his hand surrounded it, like a firefly at night. A moment later, two green beams of light shot out from the wand, and in an instant, they landed on the bodies of Butian and Renault.

Level 4 Magic - Dead Wood Spring.

The green brilliance enveloped Butian's body, and under the soft light like water, Butian felt extremely comfortable all over his body, and the wound that was still hot and painful was cool.

The cells in the body seem to be jumping and cheering, and some of the muscles are molting and reborn. The green glow poured into the wound like a fountain of life, his skin rejuvenated, and his muscles were full of elasticity as they wriggled.

This sudden sense of comfort made Butian feel extremely happy, just like the white light when he broke through to level 2, and his whole body was fluttering, as if he had turned into the wind, encountering white clouds and embracing the blue sky.

The whole treatment lasted for a minute, and when the green light faded, Butian was still immersed in the feeling of fluttering and feeling comfortable, unable to extricate himself.

Slowly, Bu Tian opened his eyes, and was surprised to feel that the pain in his body seemed to have completely disappeared, only the bones in his hands had not fully recovered, and he felt a dull pain.

Gaze sweeps towards the personal stats bar. Physical condition: 71% minor injuries.

Shh

By now, he had finally understood the power of magic, which was completely supernatural.

An injury as severe as he had just now, even with a vampire's powerful recovery ability, would take three or four days to recover. But this kind of serious injury, under a spell cast by the magician, only recovered most of it in a moment.

Although this is also related to Sean's powerful magical strength at the middle level 5, this supernatural power against the sky is still awe-inspiring and envious.

The injury was basically recovered, and Butian respectfully thanked Sean and retired from the stage.

Many eyes followed his figure, and in that fiery gaze, Butian felt a lot of pressure. Now he is clear, people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of the meaning of the phrase, eyes kill people.