Midi's evaluation was natural, as if the Red Lotus Dojo had become something in his pocket.

The fact is almost the same, since it can easily break the Red Lotus Dojo's biggest hole card "hidden in the array" in the case of one to five, the difference in strength between the two sides is self-evident.

The host of the Red Lotus Dojo stared at Midi as if he wanted to see through his soul, and finally, the host sighed and was about to announce the result.

It's just that before the Red Lotus presided over the mouth, the president next to him couldn't sit still, and the president held down the Red Lotus host, and then shouted loudly in a hoarse voice to the field: "What are you still doing there, let's go together!"

Hearing the president's hoarse roar, a sharp cold light flashed in Midi's eyes.

In this kick, he has shown enough strength and sincerity, and if you want to let go of water, it is deliberately letting go of countless opportunities to crush the opponent. To this extent, it can basically be said that there is enough room for it, and there are still people who are obsessed and try to fight back?

"Since the president of the association is so serious, it seems that I can only accompany him to the end. Midi sneered.

With these cold words, the small golden sword in his body began to flow slowly, transmitting an essence that condensed the power of extreme intent and ghosts and gods to every part of his limbs.

Then, Midi took a step forward.

No one saw the action.

There will be no one either.

This action is from the beginning to the completion, and even time does not have time to pass.

In just a moment, Midi was already in front of the sanda master. This sanda master is from the dojo where the president of the association is located, and because of this, Midi wants to cut this person.

Sanda's eyes were open to the point of bursting, and then he met Midi's gaze. Midi's eyes, which were originally as black as stars, were now glowing with a faint gold, like a sun that could pierce flesh and soul.

Under the gaze of these golden eyes, Sanda Master instinctively felt fear, and he tried to defend himself. However, before he had time to raise his arms and make a defensive posture, the pitch-black long sword in Midi's hand had already arrived.

The Black Sky Sword, which was wrapped in the power of ten thousand jun, roared past the Sanda Master's body.

The well-crafted chain mail with extremely high defensive power was like paper paste, and it was directly shattered. With the exception of his head, all the bones of the sanda man's body were shattered and shattered into powder. The power of this sword's domineering power made his limp body fly straight up, flying out of a distance of dozens of meters, and directly crashed into the wall at the end of the dojo!

It was a sword that brought death and destruction, and no flesh and blood could resist its power, not even the hapless Sanda Master.

He didn't even have the strength to **** and shout, so he could only look at Midi with cloudy eyes, full of resentment, and then look at the president, and then, while constantly vomiting blood, he gradually lost his life.

In an instant, the entire dojo was filled with a smell of blood.

In the pungent smell, all voices fell silent, and all that could be heard was the sound of a fierce heartbeat and heavy gasps. Whether it was the disciples in the dojo, the masters on the field, or even the five hosts sitting in the high seats, everyone just watched all this happen, but they didn't know what to say.

In the face of the shock of death, no one can maintain normalcy.

Only Midi was alone, standing quietly in the center of the Red Lotus Dojo, like an insurmountable mountain. The expression of the black-haired young man was as always, neither aggressive nor condescending, but at this moment, he gave people the feeling that he was no longer just a mysterious master, a young kicker, but a terrible demon who crawled out of hell!

In the final analysis, Faroe Bay and even the West Coast have been too peaceful over the years, and even the so-called battle-hardened masters have not experienced too many bloody scenes.

They may have witnessed death, and even killed people with their own hands, but they had never seen such a domineering instant kill like Midi, this kind of hard-hitting collision.

Compared with those warriors who really killed from the sea of corpses and blood, the masters of Faro Bay are simply flowers in a greenhouse.

It is precisely because of this that at this moment, when Midi finally showed his thunderous means, no one could resist, not even refute.

"Is there anyone else who wants to continue to rebel against me?" Midi asked in a flat tone.

However, this question sounded to the ears of the people of the Dojo Association, like the roar of death, and they did not dare to answer it at all.

"In that case, then it is conclusive, all the dojos under the Farowan Dojo Association will be closed for a month and their plaques will be broken. Is anyone unconvinced?" asked Midi a second time.

There was still no answer, and there was still a deathly silence on the field.

"The last thing, Red Lotus Dojo, please fulfill the previous agreement, even if you complete the formalities, and become a branch of my Lionheart Dojo. Midi spoke for the third time, and turned her gaze to the Red Lotus host.

At this moment, the expression on the face of this old scheming and strategic, like a smiling tiger, has already stiffened. Facing the gaze of Midi's pale golden eyes, he felt as if he were a rabbit in front of a fierce tiger, and he had no power to refute at all.

The only thing the host could do was squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and then nodded quickly.

"Very well, since there is no objection to what I said, then proceed accordingly. Midi nodded in satisfaction, and after scanning the entire dojo, his words suddenly sank, "However, if anyone wants to play any tricks afterwards, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After speaking, Midi turned away, did not look at the five hosts again, and strode out.

With Midi leaving, soon, a series of shocking news also spread throughout Faro Bay - the elders of the Lionheart Dojo kicked the Nine Great Dao Fields in a row, the Faro Bay Association was defeated, and the Red Lotus Dojo changed hands!

For Lionheart Dojo, this is a moment of real raising. Although the previous Lionheart Trial also saved a lot of hope for the Dojo, it was not a hard-fought fight after all, but now, this kick for the Dojo Association proves the strength of the Lionheart Dojo from the front and proves the level of "Lion Swordsmanship"!

After all, it wasn't just Midi's side that crushed the opponent, but the teams that Randall and Dixon brought out of the city also lived up to expectations and closed the three dojos respectively.

In this sortie, it can be said that from the elder to the host, from the disciple to the disciple, all won a great victory.

For those small and medium-sized business families, this is tantamount to great news, you must know that they have been supporting the Lionheart Dojo before, and have formed a close bond, once the Lionheart Dojo is forced to close, they will have to go back to the old days of relying on hired adventurers to do business, and they are more likely to be suppressed by the Dojo Association.

But now, these business families are leaning on a towering tree, and they are no longer afraid of wind and rain.

And for the entire dojo field in Faroe Bay and even on the west coast, this is tantamount to a new reshuffle of momentum. Nowadays, although the scale of the Lionheart Dojo is not large, but after this kick, its reputation, popularity, right to speak, and influence have risen in one fell swoop.

Not only that, in addition to these forces related to the Lionheart Dojo and related to the Dojo Field, many West Coast giants have finally cast their attention on.

Among them, it naturally includes the maritime family, the flying sail family.

In the harbor area where only the most powerful families in Faroe Bay can live, on a seaside villa with an excellent view on the fjord, a middle-aged man is reading the report in his hand with his head down.

This middle-aged man has gray temples, but his face has been darkened by the sun for a long time, he has a pair of large rough hands, a strong and capable body, although wrapped in low-key luxury clothing, it is difficult to hide the feeling of full strength.

There is no doubt that this man must have been adrift on the ocean all year round when he was young, and the tide was always moving, so when you see this person, it is easy to think of the turquoise waters with raging waves.

This man is the current head of the Feifan family, Syndicate Feifan.

"Hmph, the Zhenluo Dojo is already enough to toss, but I didn't expect that it didn't take long for such a Lionheart Dojo to pop up again. However, this person named Fei Ai saluted first and then soldiered, and only killed the master of the Dojo Association later, it seems that he still knows a little bit about the rules. After reading the report in his hand, Syndicate Feifan commented lightly.

As the head of the Flying Sail family and a member of the Faroe Bay City Council, he naturally has the means to know every detail of what happened on the day of the Midi Kick Gym.

After reading the entire report, the old-eyed head of the family can naturally see that Midi not only has extraordinary personal force, but also his overall vision and layout methods are by no means ordinary. Otherwise, how could a professional who could fight be able to recast that dying small dojo into a famous force on the West Coast in just a few months?

Originally, as a syndicate, he wouldn't care about this.

Geniuses always exist, but they are like meteors, so although the Lionheart Dojo can rise for a while, how long can it last? What can really survive for a long time on the West Coast is the big family after all, not those meteors that lack heritage and can only shine for a while.

But this time, it's different.

Whether it was the changes in the Delos Empire, the reforms of Belmar, or the movements from the Void Ancestor and Bantu, the Syndicate Feifan, who was the superior, felt an unusual crisis.

So, he has devoted extraordinary attention to what's happening on the West Coast, especially in Faroe Bay.

And what he liked the most was the Rala Dojo that seemed to have an unusual background, and now the Lionheart Dojo that suddenly rose.

Who is this young and powerful Fei Ai, who has good skills?

An ordinary genius?

Or is it the vanguard of some kind of power?

Or is it a real weighted person who has come to the game?

Looking at the humble introduction of Midi in the report, the head of the Feifan family couldn't help frowning.