"Bang bang bang-" Miller kept swinging his fists like a madman, completely abandoning his defenses, and for a moment, Aragorn was overwhelmed and could only defend passively.

"Bang-" Miller threw another punch that knocked Aragorn back ten paces away.

"Damn, are you only dodging and defending?" Miller gasped slightly, apparently his stamina was not light.

Listening to Miller's provocative words, Aragorn just raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and said with a smile: "After all, it is a realm that is improved by external forces, and you will not understand the real gap between you and me......"

"Arrogant!"

In the blink of an eye, the two continued to wrestle.

Gurung, who was sitting in the corner of the audience, looked at Miller's figure with some confusion, and couldn't figure out why he hated Aragorn so much, so he had to gently pull the corner of the clothes of a middle-aged man next to him, and asked politely:

"This uncle, why is this Miller so hostile to Aragorn, and even willing to use the secret method of the clan?"

Originally, the man was watching the battle in the field intently, and when he heard Gurung's inquiry, he turned his head a little impatiently, and was about to open his mouth to scold, but he recognized Gurung's identity and swallowed the scolding that was about to blurt out back into his stomach.

"You don't know anything...... the middle-aged man's tone was mixed with a hint of coldness, and he looked at Aragorn on the stage. Seeing the man's strange appearance, Gurung's body leaned up, the sound of the square was very noisy, and he needed to get closer to hear the man's voice clearly.

"Miller has an older brother who is two years older than him, named Micah, who was severely injured by Aragorn in the ring at the last Dabi and died in the end......" The man frowned slightly, and his voice trembled slightly.

According to the words at the time, Micah's talent did not seem to be much worse than that of Ryan, but he was too honest, and after knocking Aragorn down, he let his guard down, but Aragorn seized the opportunity and swept the back of the head with one leg...... It's a pity that a genius whose future achievements are no less than Ryan's has fallen like this......"

Listening to the middle-aged man's sigh, Gurung's heart was also a little depressed, for a warrior, the mistake made by Micah was undoubtedly the most fatal, just because of this mistake, he lost his life, it was really a bit ...... Alas......

Gurung was silent for a while, and asked a little unwillingly: "What about the high-ranking people in the clan? Aragorn killed someone, and he couldn't have no punishment at all, right?"

Hearing Gurung's childish questions, the man couldn't help but sneer, shook his head slightly, and said, "Young Master Gurung, your question is too naïve...... One of the rules of the big game has already stated - fists and feet have no eyes, life and death do not matter, and the two sides are not allowed to seek revenge against each other after the game...... Since ancient times, whether it is the Rock Family or the Locke Family, how can the young powerhouse who died in the ring be Micah, and how could the high-ranking members of the clan break the rules that have been passed down for 10,000 years for him?"

The man's expression was a little angry and a little helpless.

In the past 10,000 years, the number of Dabi in the clan has been close to 2,000, and almost every session of the clan will have people die because of this!

This practice seems cruel, but there is a cruel reason.

With such a platform to vent contradictions and conflicts, in a certain sense, it is avoided that the increasingly fierce contradictions will overturn the entire family after the most collapse.

"It's just a pity for those fallen geniuses......" Gurung, who figured this out, naturally won't dwell on this issue anymore.

There has never been a shortage of geniuses in this world, and it is only meaningful if the most talented can survive and become a strong person. The genius who died before he could, at most, become a topic of discussion after dinner, and with the passage of time, he was gradually forgotten by people.

"This Miller, it seems that he is really going to fight Aragorn endlessly......" Gathering his thoughts, Gu Zheng focused his attention on the ring.

"Rock Martial Technique - Earth Splitting Slash!" On the ring, Miller saw an opportunity, and when Aragorn retreated, he raised one arm violently, and his arm was slashed towards the top of Aragorn's head with the surging power of the earth element.

"Damn*—it's too much of a deception!" In the face of Miller's stormy attack, Aragorn was also beaten out of the real fire, scolded, and finally stopped dodging, and the blood in his body was frantically transmitting elemental power to all parts of his body under the operation of the exercises.

Facing Miller's falling arm, Aragorn's left shoulder sank slightly, and his tense right leg was like a huge spring, slamming backwards and rushing forward.

"Martial Arts—Brute Bull Rush!" Aragorn looked like a mad cow, and on his shoulder, the earth element had condensed into substance, and his high-speed moving body slammed into Miller's arms.

"Bang-" Miller's stocky body was knocked away by Aragorn, and the falling arm swept in front of Aragorn by a fraction of a second, cutting off only a few hairs on his forehead.

"Poof-" Miller, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to his feet, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood in quick succession, and the pain in his chest almost made him faint.

"Boy, do you see it? This is the gap in the realm. Aragorn smiled cruelly, "If that's all you have to do...... Then I wouldn't mind reuniting you with that waste of Micah in hell in advance......"

At first, he admitted that he was intimidated by Miller's momentum and had to resort to passive defense in a hurry. However, after all, Miller's realm was improved through secret methods, and after a short period of consumption, shortcomings began to emerge slowly.

"My brother is not a waste! you are too mean!" said insults to his brother from the mouth of the culprit of his own murder, which Miller could not tolerate, and at this moment, his eyes were red, the corners of his eyes were almost cracked, and he let out a roar from his throat like a wild beast, and rushed towards Aragorn.

"Despicable? huh...... The noble men are dead......" As he spoke, Aragorn flashed backwards, giving way to Miller's punch.

"What? Strength is at its limit? Look at your weak fist—"

Aragorn clung to Miller's arm, his mouth still sneering.

"Oh no!" Miller was startled, desperately trying to break free, but Aragorn's hands were like iron pincers, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull out the arm that was firmly grasped.

"Hey—"

Aragorn exhaled, turned his body backwards with his right foot as the axis, and picked Miller up with force, and after a few consecutive turns, he smashed it to the ground.

There was a loud "bang", and Miller's entire body was embedded in the ground, and the flesh and blood on his body were blurred.

Aragorn stepped forward and stomped on his face, chuckled cruelly, and said through gritted teeth, "With your little strength, you still want to avenge that waste?"

"Look at how you look like a ghost...... "Aragorn spat on Miller, who was already dying, barely having a single intact bone on his body, and raised his head with the most strength he had, staring at the figure in front of him with resentment

"You're like a dog...... Throw in the towel, beg me, maybe I'll spare your life......"

Aragorn constantly provoked Miller with all kinds of insulting words, and with each word he spoke, the resentment in Miller's eyes deepened.

"Abominable ......"

"It's too much......"

"Miller, stand up and shoot him!"

There were dissatisfied shouts and scolding from the audience in the square, after all, they were all members of the Rock Family, how could they feel good watching their compatriots endure humiliation?

In the center of the stands, Wei Lun and his party had already stood up from their seats, looking at Miller with an anxious face, praying in their hearts that he could open his mouth to admit defeat, otherwise they would not be able to do anything.

The two major families of Rock and Rock organized training, and in the process of the big competition, the elders on both sides were forbidden to interfere, and those who violated the law were punished.

Miller...... Throw in the towel...... Otherwise, you will die......" At this moment, Gurung also secretly prayed in his heart.

However, he also knew that the more Aragorn provoked Miller, the less likely Miller would be to admit defeat, which was precisely Aragorn's cunning, and his purpose was to find an excuse for himself to cut down the roots.

"Don't speak?" Aragorn raised his eyebrows and slammed Miller's left hand.

"Don't you want me to pay?

"Click!" was another tooth-aching sound of bones shattering, and Miller's left leg was trampled into a puddle of flesh.

"This Aragorn ...... Really damn it......" Gurung's fists on his knees trembled slightly, his forehead was already bruised, and how could he not be angry when he saw that his compatriots and siblings were being subjected to inhuman insults*?

"This Miller...... I'm afraid I'm going to follow in his brother's footsteps......" Everyone looked at this tragic scene, and felt a pang of regret in their hearts, looking at his appearance, I am afraid that they don't even have the strength to say the word "admit defeat".

"Hmm...... Pretty hard-tempered, huh...... Since you won't admit defeat—"

"Then you will die!" Somewhat tired of the destruction of Miller, Aragorn's eyes swept a trace of murderous intent, and he leaped high into the air, the sword-shaped tattoo on his left arm flashed with brilliance, and suddenly there was a golden heavy sword in his hand.

"W-this?" Noah looked at Old Locke with a look of horror, "Elementary Enchantment-Weapon Totem?

Old Locke didn't answer, but looking at his proud look, it was clear that Noah's guess had been confirmed.

Weapon totem is one of the most basic skills of the enchanter, this kind of enchantment will not increase the attack power of the weapon, but it can turn some relatively bulky and difficult weapons into a tattoo on the body, as long as it is stimulated with the power of the elements, it can be used at any time, which is very convenient for most people who do not have a space ring.

"Martial Arts—Open Mountain Slash!" Aragorn raised his heavy sword high above his head, his body wrapped in the power of the earth element, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and slashed towards Miller's head.

Most of the audience closed their eyes in despair, unable to bear to see this bloody scene.

"Boom-" In the center of the ring, Aragorn's sword blasted out a deep pit about ten meters in diameter, and the huge force stirred up a pit of billowing dust and smoke, enveloping the entire square. There was a hint of sadness in everyone's eyes.

"Brother Miller...... Dead?" A girl from the Rock Family sobbed slightly, muttering as she had closed her eyes and had not seen the scene at the end of the day.

"Well, what's going on?" said Aragorn, a little surprised.

As the smoke cleared, they found a figure in the pit half-kneeling in front of Miller, holding a rusty battle axe across his head, holding Aragorn's golden sword.

"Gurung!?" Seeing the face of this figure clearly, everyone exclaimed in unison!

That's right, just before the last moment, Gurung rushed to the ring with great speed and blocked the fatal blow for Miller!

"Boy, you-" Aragorn's eyes widened, as if he didn't quite believe the scene in front of him.

Gurung slowly stood up and took Duan Yue behind his back, although he could barely resist the sword slashed by Aragorn, but after all, he was too hasty, and his arm was still a little numb.

Ignoring the stunned Aragorn, Gurung quickly crouched down beside Miller and reached out to probe his snort.

"It's okay, there's still a breath of air. Gurung slowly withdrew his arm, his face growing angry.

"What a ruthless method...... It seems that Miller can only be a waste person in this life......" Gurung shook his head with some regret.

At this moment, his heart tightened, and a sound of breaking wind came from behind him, and the hairs on Gurung's neck stood up, and the instinct cultivated in Aoki no Mori worked at this time, and a backflip dodged the heavy sword stabbed by Aragorn.

"Despicable!" Gurung scolded, now furious!

Aragorn's act of killing himself without any grudge has already made Guron murderous.

"Hmph, the kid reacted quite quickly...... "Seeing that Gurung dodged his sneak attack, Aragorn was a little unwilling.

"Aragorn—" Gurung's face was gloomy, his eyes full of murderous intent as he said word by word, "I will definitely kill you......".