As the contestants entered the ring, the audience around them cheered like a blow, the colorful flags swayed, and the shouts were shocking. For these over-physical warriors, such a wonderful high-level competition could make them more bloody and crazy, which also reflects the simple and vicious wind in the holy realm, the fierce atmosphere, and a thriving and prosperous scenery like the spring breeze blowing slowly unfolding in the holy realm. Ω

His Majesty, who was sitting at the highest point of the arena, could feel the boiling feeling of the people on the field in the early stages of this wonderful competition. Every contestant on the field was the best who had overcome difficulties and overcome difficulties. Their temperament, their spirit, and their fighting spirit were like the rising sun in the sky.

Seeing this, the Pope, who was high above, smiled bitterly, sweetly, and Mona Lisa... so that the chief priest Alex, who was sitting below, couldn't help but ask, "What is the Pope laughing at?"

"What did you see?" The Pope did not answer the chief priest's question, but asked directly.

When Alex heard this, he was stunned at first, then looked off the field, pondered for a moment, and then said with a little hesitation, "I saw Dismusk able to defeat Kiruti and advance to the semi-finals." He really couldn't figure out what the Pope meant, so he could only look into the field according to the Pope's instructions. The only thing he could see was related to the Pope's smile.

"Haha~ Alex, my brother, don't lose your eyes by being high above. Your overall situation still needs to be experienced. Among the vast warriors in the audience, I see hope, and what I see is the peace of the future."

Alex smiled with her, but her face was a little embarrassed, she spoke very ideally and noblely...

The contestants below also entered their own arena. This was a fierce competition. The result was unpredictable. Eight players and four games. The referee team actually adopted a simultaneous strategy, which made the excited audience around them a little dissatisfied, but it was the decision of the Chief of Staff. Although everyone was a little dissatisfied, they were all like they were doing things with their tails and could only use silence to protest irrelevantly. Of course, this was ignored by the referee...naked...naked.

Although the four games were very intense, most people liked this kind of "hate" atmosphere. They watched without hesitation at the B ring of Dismusk.

"Musk, I'm very optimistic about you. You see many of these people cheering you up and let Kiruti taste your awesomeness."

Dismusk never expected that since he returned to the Holy Land, Yuri, who had been following Saga, would appear in front of him at this time. Should she really look at her own game? Or was Saga a one-sided game against Shura without any suspense. Looking at Yuri's two dimples that made him smile, Dismusk was confused.

"Why are you here? Did Saga dump you..."

"Go to yours, Saga said that your mood was a little wrong last night. I came to see me to get beaten up by my junior brother who is 2,500 or 80,000 yuan all day long. Don't let me down!" Yuri rolled his eyes directly to Musk, and then said to him viciously. After saying that, he clenched his fists and gestured, but his face was red like a red apple, and he still betrayed her mood at the moment.

Dismusk smiled and stopped talking. Yuri was still the same Yuri, although he has learned to use his teeth and claws to hide his shyness in his heart...

"Hey, boss, don't forget the agreement between us!" At this time, a female voice suddenly came from beside him, and Yuri couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, what rhythm is this?

A girl wearing a white black striped mask walked to Dismusk, touched Musk's black shirt naturally, and said softly, "My sir, you must do it..."

Dismusk couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He looked at the little hand that was touching his chest in front of him, then looked at Yuri, who was browsing upside down, and couldn't help but mutter, "I should have changed into a light-colored dress yesterday. It's easier to color this way, but black is a little embarrassed."

At this time, the referee of the No. B ring blew the whistle that the game was about to begin. Dismusk nodded at the two girls and wanted to walk forward.

"You can do it!" The green girl took a step back and looked at the man who turned around in front of her very seriously. Dismusk heard it, paused for a moment, then walked forward with big strides, leaving behind a wide black back. At that moment, Sarna seemed to have returned to seven years ago when she was a little girl, looking at the back of the cynical and arrogant boy, although it was a little immature than now, it gradually overlapped.

"Who are you?!" Sarna, who was still looking at the back, was suddenly awakened by the questioning beside her. She turned around and looked at Yuri's expression with a cold look on her face. She couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Who am I? I am Lord Dismusk's younger brother!"

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Dismusk walked onto the ring with a deep face. Kiru, opposite, had already stood there, ready to rub his hands. Only a pair of bloodthirsty red lights were left under the red mask, flashing constantly, and sounds from the deep throat were heard in his mouth. There was a faint green light like a hungry wolf encountering prey in his eyes. His body was trembling with excitement. After a while, a heavy breathing sound came. The breath didn't look very stable, but it was very dangerous.

Dismusk's eyes narrowed, and he thought it seemed that Saga was right. Kiruti was not here to fight, but to fight desperately. From those bloodthirsty eyes, Dismusk understood the tone of the battle.

"Okay, gentlemen, you can fight as you like without affecting the bottom line of life. Now, the game begins!!" The referee in black who was standing aside waved his flag and said.

When he heard the referee's words, Dismusk was stunned. His tone was very familiar. He had just started to focus on Kiruti as soon as he got on the ring. He didn't even look at the referee. He couldn't help but glance at the referee. He was now the bearded Kigas, the referee in the first game. He was also an acquaintance.

Just as Dismusk was stunned, Kiruti seized the initiative. His figure flashed and disappeared. The next moment, the bursting flame appeared in front of Dismusk, like a lion on the grassland, with long whiskers, majestic, with a bloody mouth, biting his prey...

Dismusk was shocked by the opponent's momentum. In just a few years, Kiruti's flames exploded even more. If the flames of Kiruti on the court a few years ago were the low roar of a domestic dog, a sense of contradiction that was outward and tightened, then now, Dismusk could clearly feel the bursting and beating flames contained the owner's bloodthirsty will, which was like a hungry wolf in the wild, with a small scream but a great threat.

The body's reaction is always much faster than the will of the brain. Just as Kiruti's straight flame punch was approaching, Dismusk's figure was like a leaf drifting in the wind and rain in the sea, rubbing against Kiruti's fist wind, and bursts of exclamations came from the sidelines.

Dismusk, who flashed back to the other side, brows gently bent, and a burst of hot feeling came from his face. He stretched out his index finger and gently brushed the heat on his cheeks. A little redness appeared clearly on his white fingertips.

Although it was just a little red, it seemed to be even more dazzling than the sun in the sky. Dismusk's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at Kiruti not far away. Burning flames burst out from his eyes. Under the cover of his mask, Kiruti also made a strange laugh in his throat, as if celebrating the revenge he had avenged.

Dismusk's mouth dripped a curve, and the blue gas exploded like a blowout at the fist as big as a stone. Kiruti in the distance also stopped screaming. The eye sockets on the mask could clearly see the corpse-like corpse gas in the reflection of his eyes. Kiruti was very familiar with this color, and he had countless nightmares. A few years ago, his face was a surprise brought by this strong corrosive gas. Now he saw this gas again, and his owner who owned it.

After a moment of silence, Kiruti screamed like crazy, and then a raging fire broke out all over his body, swallowing all his body, becoming a burning fireman. The burning red flames burst out with tiny sparks and floated continuously in the air. It was more visually like a wing of a flame, and the Mars sprinkled on the ground had a breath of rocks in a volcano.

"Phoenix!?" The high-ranking Pope couldn't help but whisper to himself on the throne. Since Alex went to the audience to assist the Chief of Staff Osama's referee competition, the Pope was sitting next to him at this time Antonio, the commander of the Knights Templar. When he heard the pope's deep words, he couldn't help but feel a little more afraid in his eyes when he looked at Kiruti.

Following the strange scream, Kiruti made a scammering flame and rushed towards Dismusk, leaving a long ashes of flames on the ring. Dismusk on one side was not outdone. The powerful corpse aura instantly filled his whole body. The blue gas blurred his figure. At the moment of Kiruti's sprint, several deep blue air columns flowed out from the huge corpse aura, but hit Kiruti, as if water droplets encountered a stove, and made a squeaking sound, and the gas disappeared.

The next moment, the red and blue, a giant flame, and a corpse-accumulated air mass collided fiercely, like a comet crossing the sky, leaving behind a harsh sound of breaking through the air, with extremely strong friction, bursting out huge energy, infinitely waving and advancing around.
Chapter completed!