In the dark, the Storm Child "Fifty-One" heard the voice of an acquaintance and couldn't help but want to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them because his eyelids were too heavy.

"Is that you? my friend from the East, I sense your presence not far away. I'm only halfway done with my remodulation, did you pass on the massive amount of current?"

Ye Zhiqiu was silent and did not respond, his current situation is very bad, although he made arrangements in advance, he still can't prevent the opponent's super move, the ring pipe with the inner circle of the Colosseum as the scope all collapsed, and the electromagnetic field was also dissociated by the injection of massive current.

If it weren't for the fact that "Fifty-One" shared the power of the thunder arrow of fate, Ye Zhiqiu would definitely not lie on the ground like charcoal and pretend to be a dead dog, but took advantage of the opportunity of the opponent's body to be empty and kill him in one fell swoop.

The noisy wind, sand, smoke and dust were swept away by the wind blowing from nowhere, and the tens of thousands of spectators who were staggering from side to side finally saw the situation of the two sides of the Colosseum.

The thick blood-soaked yellow sand in the field has long since disappeared, even if it is a hard rammed earth, most of the area has been blasted open by heavy artillery, revealing a terrifying deep pit, as for the pipes that rise against the inner wall of the thick stone wall, all of them have been collapsed by the thunder summoned by the Storm Lord, revealing tunnel-like ruins, as for the super warrior from the Eastern Empire, he is lying on the glazed ground with a scorched body, and his hands, feet, torsos and other places are constantly smoking, and he is not far from death.

On the other hand, the Storm Lord Sand Burial, although he summoned an unprecedented golden lightning bolt and a thunderbolt that destroyed the Ten Thousand Hosts, he was only physically disengaged, slowly drifting down, at least maintaining the dignity of the Ninth Lord.

The spectators in the Colosseum were stunned, and then they all raised their hands in the air, and let out a crazy roar with all their strength, especially the gamblers who were pressed with all their wealth, and their faces were distorted beyond recognition by ecstatic emotions.

The petty nobles in the stands, especially the tribal chiefs and princes, seemed to be infected by the joy of the people of the empire, and at the same time they were quite satisfied with the same income from the stakes they placed, after all, it was a lot of money.

As for the great nobles and the discerning clergy led by the members of the Charonbas family, there was no expression of frustration on their faces, after all, the victory and defeat had not yet been decided, wasn't that the case?

The Storm Lord Sandy Burial stepped on the ground of the Colosseum with both feet, and at this time, the "Singing Crystal" temporarily buried in his body had long been exhausted due to the great move of holding back the Thunder Arrow of Destiny, and the power stored in his body was completely emptied.

Fortunately, his acting skills were good, and he accepted the cheers of tens of thousands of imperial people with a smile on his face, and although he was tired and wanted to fall asleep, his whole spirit was very high.

At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu was seizing the time to regain his combat strength. I have to say that the true qi of the martial arts is indeed an extraordinary power that is both offensive and defensive, even in the main world with a high concentration of matter, only three or five days of cultivation before and after have made great progress in the body of the mind wave fusion and predation, and it can even be said to be an evolutionary transformation to some extent.

Because of this, Ye Zhiqiu ignored the soreness of the muscles of his body, and stood up with a breath of true qi, as if nothing happened, and took the steps to continue fighting.

The cheers of the audience in the Colosseum were still in their ears, and seeing the super samurai of the Eastern Empire standing up, like a chicken and duck with someone choking their necks, swallowed at once.

The boiling noise of the hot pot came to an abrupt end, and the Ninth Lord, who was closing his eyes to receive cheers, reacted, and lowered his head to look at the charred black figure that came out of the tunnel, and the clothes behind him were suddenly wet with cold sweat that came out densely.

Someone that the thunderbolt of fate has not been able to kill, is his body a golem made of Mithril by the alchemists of Europa?

Ye Zhiqiu opened his fleshy lips and grinned: "Does the short-term satisfaction of victory make you happy? I'm sorry, I have to stop your arrogance. ”

As soon as the words fell, the Storm Priests already knew the result, and the radicals couldn't help but want to break the wall and rush into the Colosseum, but the rules are the rules, if the Storm Priests broke the rules, then what about the fairness of the grizzly gamble?

I'm afraid that the fate of the scientific think tank trusted by the previous Lord of the Desert, and the fall of the Order of Doom is the future of the Storm Priesthood, this idea is offensive even if I think about it.

Besides, except for a few big nobles and clergy who bet on the victory of the Eastern warriors, most of the people of the empire lost, and the million-gold gambling handicap, just the banker's five percent rake, was a considerable amount, not to mention a large surplus.

"Isn't it a good thing that maybe if the Ninth Lord loses the battle, we will end up with more gains?"

The higher-ups of the Storm Priesthood persuaded themselves, as well as their allies, to accept the facts, and the nearly berserk Priests of Science fell silent, appeased by the game-breaking backlash and the high profits.

At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu rose up to the last bit of true qi in his body, and with the mystery of the "Big Dipper Divine Fist", he branded the traces of the Big Dipper in the middle of the chest of the Storm Lord Sand Burial.

"I have placed a ban on your body, as long as you use any high-density crystals in your body, the true qi I planted with my own hands will be detonated, and the blasting power can destroy your heart in an instant!"

After speaking, Ye Zhiqiu stretched out his hand and gently pushed forward, and the Ninth Lord, who only had an empty shelf, suddenly couldn't support it, as if pushing a golden mountain and pouring a jade pillar, his body fell straight back and fell heavily to the ground.

With a bang, the final victor appeared, it was the super warrior from the Eastern Empire, estimated by the Sanctuary Fighter of the Europa Continent, at least at the level of the upper Silver Saint Seiya, in other words, close to the legendary demigod hero.

The tens of thousands of spectators at the Colosseum fell into an unspeakable silence, except for the gamblers who lost all their money, the Desert Empire had its own proud people, who could still barely maintain their face, and would not scold like inferior people, or even abuse like gamblers who could not afford to lose.

Many people silently accepted the facts, hung their heads for a while, and then raised their heads and chests, and left the Colosseum in an orderly manner, a place that made them feel sad.

Ye Zhiqiu never moved, and the emptiness in his body felt very bad, like floating and sinking in the endless sea, and his feet could not step on the emptiness of the ground, urging him to seize the time to recover the most basic self-protection ability.

In a place that Ye Zhiqiu couldn't see, it was rare to open a million-dollar gold coin grizzly bear betting market, and the winners were happily withdrawing their share, but they were surprised to find that the odds were knocked down, not three times as expected, only more than doubled.

After all, the Storm Priests aren't idiots, and they know the secret of flexible odds adjustment, so that their side as a dealer will always be invincible.

Well, double the amount of gambling money is enough. Besides, the winners are all big nobles with heads and faces, as well as old immortal-level clergy, who are very open to money, mainly because they won a victory and took away a lot of gold in the Colosseum, and the people of the Storm Priesthood can't say anything yet, this feeling is too cool.

In the end, it was the people of the White Camel Mountain Chamber of Commerce who came to clean up the mess, mainly to take away the Eastern warriors who were immobile and charred.