Eastern Isles, Ionia————

A group of people wearing bamboo hats and raincoats stood at the edge of the island and joined an island in Ionia - Bilgewater without permission.

This island floated over and was connected to Ionia.

At the beginning, the Ionians were still resistant to these Bilgewater people, but since they were in such a mess internally, no one could resist them. Now, as they get along slowly, the local

Some Ionians have accepted the Bilgewater people.

They are not as notorious as the rumors say, but they are easy to get along with.

In fact...if it weren't for the Twin Cities, the people of Bilgewater would have gotten sick and robbed Ionia by now.

Talking about quality with a group of pirates?

Ha ha...

But now, as a federation of twin cities, Bilgewater doesn't actually need to make a living by plundering.

The sea can support this group of people. Most of them come to Bilgewater to escape and make money.

Now, the Twin Cities will protect them as long as they don't commit crimes again.

The Twin Cities will take them to make money, as long as they stop committing crimes.

The supplies in the sea are endless. They can fish and sell them to the twin cities, and both cities will accept them.

Under this kind of deal, the people of Bilgewater slowly changed from pirates to fishermen.

At this moment, on Bilgewater, a group of people wearing blue clothes were closely following a group of middle-aged and elderly people dressed casually, but all wearing glasses.

It's like protecting this group of people.

What on earth are these people doing?

Among the crowd, a few sneaky figures watched this scene quietly.

"Pay attention to shelter from the wind, and build the shelf firmly!"

The short-haired rat listened to the shouts of those people and watched them build a big black screen bit by bit on Ionia at these points.

"How's it going? Do you want to go back and tell the boss?" Beside you, a man approached the short-haired rat and kissed him in his ear.

"But, these people are not easy to mess with." The short-haired mouse replied hesitantly.

The strength of this group of people is amazing. They look gentle, just a group of fishermen, but anyone who has seen them hunting fish knows that they are a group of monsters!

Their ships are more powerful than the Noxian ships!

"But what does that have to do with me?"

The person in my ear said again:

"We only need to deliver the news to the boss, I don't care about the rest."

"That's...ok." The short-haired mouse thought for a while and said.

Yes, they are just the ones responsible for delivering the message. What to do is up to the boss.

He can't cross the line.

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"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

The arena left by the Noxians. Today, in the final battle in the arena, there is a Shuriman on the left, and opposite him, standing is the red man in the arena.

A Noxian of immense strength who wields twin hammers.

The man sitting on the seat on the second floor, holding his chin with one hand, wearing fur and showing strong abdominal muscles, felt very bored.

This battle... looks like it will be over soon.

The Shuriman was so short that he looked... like a lean monkey.

Opposite him, Lip, this guy is a Noxian soldier, a Noxian who was left in Ionia and could not return.

He has experienced hundreds of battles and is extremely powerful.

"What's his name?"

Seti looked to his side, and the short fat man selling tickets immediately came up to him and said cautiously: "Boss, his name is..."

"Forget it, I suddenly don't want to know anymore." Waving his hand, Seti said casually.

Yes, I don't need to know his name. If he wins, then I will know his name naturally.

If this Shuriman died... what would be the name of the dead person?

The battle passed quickly, just as Seti had imagined.

Lip smashed the greedy Shuriman into a pulp with his double hammers. In fact, he did a good enough job, but a weak person is still a weak person no matter how good he is.

No matter how many mistakes a strong person makes, he is still a strong person.

Seti put his hands on the seat and was about to stand up.

But suddenly, something unexpected happened to Seti.

Lip pointed the hammer in his hand at Seti, with a hint of fear on his fat face, but soon he steeled himself and shouted loudly: "I want to challenge you."

"Do you want to die!"

"Damn it, someone, pull Lip down!"

"You crazy dog, how dare you bark at your master?"

The men around him looked shocked, and many of them pointed directly at Lip and yelled.

Seti raised his thick arms and grinned.

They fell silent instantly.

"You want to challenge me?"

"That's right!" Lip took a deep breath and said loudly.

He has gone through dozens of life-and-death battles, and Seti...the guy who was said to have fought with a pair of iron fists, now sits there and watches every day.

He hasn't fought in too long.

Nowadays, there are rumors among many gladiators that Sett is no longer useful. He has made too much money. Sett, who is lost in money, has forgotten how he got here!

Seeing Seti standing silently on the second floor, Lip's eyes lit up.

Sure enough...just as the rumors said, Seti is no longer useful!

The controller of the underground world is about to change hands!

Kagu and Lida have already said that if Lip can defeat Seti, then they will recommend Lip to be the underground king instead of giving this position to a bastard half-orc!

"Fight him, fight him!"

The auditorium was noisy again. Seti listened to the voice in his ears and shrugged his shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, Seti jumped directly from the second floor.

Looking at Lip in front of him, who was holding up two hammers stained with blood and looking at him warily, Seti walked up.

"what do you want?"

"If I win, then you have to give me all your place and money."

"Is this what you want?" Seti tilted his head and said.

"Set, you are no longer useful. Think about it, how long has it been since you boxed? An underground king who doesn't know how to box?" Lip taunted Sett to cheer himself up.

He also spat into the ground, which landed at Seti's feet.

Then, Lip saw Seti's smile.

"Then, come on, let's fight."

Seti said calmly.

Before the host threw out the towel or started talking, Lip roared angrily and swung his hammers at Seti.

Before coming to this fight, he had already taken stimulant drugs.

Now...he wants to kill Seti!

Kill this orc bastard!

"Bang!"

The two hammers hit Seti's arm, but Lip didn't hear the desired click.

The huge force knocked Seti flying out and slammed into the wall.

Raising his head, Seti could see the audience on the second floor. They looked at Seti in surprise. They didn't expect Seti to be knocked away by Lip so easily.

Then, what Seti saw was a pair of hammers.

A pair of hammers were thrown at him.
To be continued...