"Grunt!" At the same time, a grunting voice suddenly sounded in Yang Ji's mind.

He hesitated for a moment, thought of the two feathers, and decided to believe her, so he handed his arm over.

I saw Miloco carefully looking at the tattoo that Gollum had changed into, and the round flat cylinder had two small horns slightly raised, which looked very cute, she put away her laughing expression, as if she was repeatedly confirming something, and only raised her head for a long time and smiled:

"Goodbye, Brother Yang Ji, we'll see you again in the future!"

Looking at the back of the tank and Miloko leaving, Yang Ji fell into deep thought, this little girl is not only a demon clan, but also seems to have a high status, does she know anything from Gollum?

Remembering Gollum's reaction just now, it told him that he had an inexplicable affinity for Miloco, but it was faintly afraid.

What exactly is the relationship between them?

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Ji almost ran up to inquire carefully, but in the end, he suppressed the doubts in his heart and put the matter aside for the time being.

Miloco conceded defeat and reached the final, which meant that he only needed to defeat the last opponent to challenge the Tsar, and killing the Tsar had become more and more necessary under the influence of various events.

Andrew fought with Anlong, although Anlong has a speed advantage, he personally feels that Andrew has a much better chance of winning, not only because he is a skill-based player, but also because of the judo he has mastered.

This melee technique, recorded in ancient books, has become extremely aggressive after combining the strong physique and violent true qi of the Owl people, and Andrew is a master of the middle, once he is caught, just thinking about the combo that follows, like a raging storm, is chilling.

Among all the players, the most able to restrain him were Jung and Miloko, but unfortunately Jung died, Miloko and himself were placed in a group, and if Andrew successfully advanced, he would face a tough battle.

The people of the Owl tribe are naturally much stronger than the human race, and the advantage in strength will inevitably shrink, and they have not recovered from serious injuries one after another, even if they win, it is a tragic victory, which is very unfavorable to the future against the Tsar.

He shook his head, it was useless to think too much, since he couldn't think of any effective restraint methods, it was better to cultivate honestly.

After a good night's sleep, his spirit and injury have improved, Yang Ji buckled up a cap and walked to the arena, the duel between Andrew and An Long cannot be missed.

He lowered the brim of his hat and quietly sat down on the side of the audience, attracting no attention. At this time, there was already a lot of noise, everyone shouted the names of Andrew and An Long, and some people specially made banners and flags, shaking vigorously on the side, shouting and cheering.

"It's really lively, I don't know how much money they bet......" Yang Ji thought silently, his cumulative winnings have exceeded 300,000 federal coins all the way, and the dividends given by the casino have reached an astonishing 800,000 federal coins, and now he is no longer the penniless poor boy, but he still misses the time with Jiuling, poor and poor, but now fate has sent them to the invisible ends, and I don't know if Jiuling is all right?

"Audience friends, the second game of the semi-finals is about to start, who has the right to compete for the championship? Is it Andrew, who has flaming red hair, or is it a man who is so fast that he can't even catch up with the wind, An Long? Are you all ready?!"

The audience was boiling again, and the voice of the commentator was even higher-pitched, and he shouted loudly: "Let's see who is the duel between speed and power!"

"ROUND 1, READY, GO!" The referee waved his flag and retreated far beyond the field, which seemed to be a habit formed after the battle between Yang Ji and Jung.

An Long took out a dagger from his waist, and his figure instantly crossed the field of more than ten meters, flashed on Andrew's back, and stabbed it violently.

Before Andrew could react, a bloody hole was torn open on his broad back muscles, and blood immediately shot out of it, and when he grabbed it back, An Long had already disappeared in place.

"Sting. The sound of clothes shredding again, this time on Andrew's thighs.

Over time, his calves, elbows, arms, and shoulders were scratched. Although the injuries were neither serious nor fatal each time, they added up to a lot, and with the continuous loss of blood, his body quickly shook and his movements became more sluggish.

Anlong has been moving at a high speed, and in this state Andrew can only be beaten at all, so he picked up the stones and began to throw them around frantically, and the stones exploded on the ground, although the momentum was prominent, but to no avail.

The battle lasted twenty-three minutes, and the ground around Andrew was already red with blood, and after the last stone in his hand was thrown, he paused visibly, as if he had fallen into a state of stiffness.

"You've finally revealed your flaws!" A hint of triumphant smile hung on the corner of An Long's mouth, only to see his figure instantly appear in front of Andrew, stabbing at his heart, but when Andrew was about to reach out to block, his figure disappeared strangely.

"Watch out there!" finally someone in the audience couldn't help but exclaim.

I saw An Long reappear on Andrew's left shoulder in half a breath, the dagger in his hand was caught between his feet at some point, and the weight of his whole body was inserted into his oblique shoulder muscle, Andrew didn't eat this sudden weight, lost his balance, and half-knelt on the ground as soon as his left knee was weak.

"Sharp Blade Storm!" An Long's whole body true qi exploded, poured into the dagger, the whole person spun quickly, and for a while, blood and flesh flew, Andrew seemed to have fallen into a meat grinder, and the screams suddenly echoed in the arena, and its appearance was extremely miserable, even many viewers who supported An Long couldn't help but cover their eyes, and couldn't bear to witness this scene happening.

"Is Andrew going to lose? No...... No, from beginning to end, he never shot. Instead of exposing a flaw yourself, it is better to wait for the opportunity to take the initiative to sell a flaw...... Hurt the enemy by a thousand, and self-damage by 800, this is Andrew's countermeasure!" Yang Ji's pupils shrank slightly, thinking that no one who could reach the final could be underestimated.

Sure enough, at this critical moment, Andrew suddenly roared, and his thick right arm burst out, and it was forcefully inserted into the rotating blade, choking An Long's neck!

The sun is so angry!

Andrew's body erupted with a dazzling red light, and An Long was thrown into the air like a broken sack, but his body was firmly locked by the red light, unable to move, His eyes changed from smug to desperate, his gaze was getting closer and closer to the ground, bang!

Under Andrew's flurry of throws, he became a blurred pool of flesh and blood in the ring without any suspense.

An Long, defeated.

The game is over.