As military generals, they could all see the ripples of energy. The surrounding military generals retreated one after another. In the end, only Li Xiaoran, Xue Nuo, and a few obviously extraordinary strongmen remained standing in front.
Fang Zong was still within the battle circle, closest to the enemy, and therefore felt the effects more acutely.
Before his eyes, it seemed as if a great sun had risen!
"What terrifying energy intensity~~~" Fang Zong exclaimed in a low voice.
If it were a ghost in front of him, Fang Zong would be overjoyed, but since it was Luo Xiaoxia, Fang Zong became particularly vigilant.
Based on the strength Luo Xiaoxia has shown so far, there's a 50% chance she'll defeat him directly.
Of course, if he can't defeat him in three minutes, then it'll be his turn to wear down Luo Xiaoxia.
Therefore, Fang Zong focused his attention and waited.
The atmosphere suddenly became stiff, a thousand times more stagnant than before.
Just as Fang Zong was staring at his opponent, Luo Xiaoxia suddenly looked up, hiccuped, and his eyes glazed over as he scanned his surroundings.
"Where's Mu Xianxin?" Luo Xiaoxia muttered softly.
Instead of finding Mu Xianxin, they found Youmingfeng sitting cross-legged on the ground healing his injuries. Their eyes lit up with envy, and they jumped up and down, yelling, "Youmingfeng, come out here! I promise I won't kill you! Why does everyone say Mu Xianxin is definitely yours? Do you even know what first come, first served? I've known Mu Xianxin since we were naked, she's mine!"
"Damn it!" Fang Zong, who had been very serious, shuddered violently upon hearing this and almost fell headfirst to the ground.
Youmingfeng was even more pitiful. His healing was interrupted, and he stared wide-eyed at Luo Xiaoxia, who was acting crazy while drunk, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood was long and very red, gushing out forcefully with a "plop plop" sound.
Everyone was speechless, and the whole scene fell into an indescribably pitiful awkwardness.
Fang Zong barely managed to regain his footing, but he was still dizzy. He asked in a daze, "Are you still going to fight or not?"
"Fight? Fight what? Fight the Nether Wind?"
Luo Xiaoxia was really handsome, but at this moment his face was flushed and he looked completely silly.
他转头看方纵，偏着脑袋仔细想，再想，努力的用他那可怜的酒量，却承受了半斤二窝头的脑浆思考，终于反应过来了：“原来是你！我和幽冥风打架是揍情敌呢！你跑出来干嘛，我我我，我打死你！”
As he spoke, he lifted his leg, but lost his balance on one foot and stumbled to the ground. He didn't forget to pull off a white leather shoe and was about to smash it into Fang Zong's face.
Unfortunately, he was too drunk and couldn't aim accurately when pointing at Fang Zong: "You, don't shake, I'll aim at you before I hit you!"
Fang Zong: "...I didn't shake."
So... should we fight or not?
The prestigious Leopard Ranking Battle, the championship match, had turned out like this, leaving Fang Zong at a loss for what to do.
People around realized what was happening and tried to suppress their laughter.
"Where's the host? Where are the referees?" Fang Zong asked.
Outside the battleground, the government-appointed referee, having jumped high enough to ensure the situation was safe, hoped that Fang Zong, upon seeing him, would also want the farce to end quickly.
Before the crowd could make way, someone in the distance laughed. A single-handed iron hammer ripped through the air and came hurtling towards Fang Zong, embedding itself completely beneath his feet.
A strange, mocking tone rang out: "Oh~~ a battle? Is your Eastern Kingdom's battle really that laughable?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong turned his head to look.
Luo Xiaoxia stared blankly at it, her eyes suddenly turning bloodshot.
Two hundred meters away, perched atop a dense canopy of trees, sat a broad-shouldered, blond man whose features, while not exactly handsome, were undeniably wild. Wearing a brownish-red cloak and simple, ancient-style Eastern European armor, he smirked, "You call this... a farce? Oh no! In your Eastern language, it's 'a laughingstock'?"
"boom!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a sudden gust of wind arose.
Luo Xiaoxia unleashed two three-meter-long, radiant wings from behind, pierced through the air, pressed down on the opponent's head, and unleashed a barrage of blows.
While raising his hand to block, the other party smiled leisurely: "Is this how you Eastern Kingdom treats your guests? What a pity, how would a drunkard like you know the power of my hammer?" He then waved his hand.
"Whoosh!" The iron hammer in the battle circle immediately flew up, about to fly back into the opponent's palm.
But between this person's palm and the hammer, there was also Luo Xiaoxia's head. The other person's smile was wild and unruly, completely unconcerned about making Luo Xiaoxia's head bleed.
but!
Sudden!
Fang Zong grabbed the hammer.
"Dude, we in the East have a saying, 'shared hatred against a common enemy.'"
Grabbing the hammer handle, Fang Zong suddenly exerted force, and at this moment the other party's smile became even more mocking, looking at Fang Zong as if he were a novice.
"Nobody can lift my hammer, I'm Lei... Holy crap!"
The other person stared dumbfounded at Fang Zong's bulging muscles, his whole body seemingly burning with blood-red flames. He saw Fang Zong's...blood burning!
The raging dragon yang energy actually made Fang Zong grab his one-handed hammer. His feet crossed and spun in the air, and then he suddenly shouted, turning his hammer into a point of light on the horizon!
"Impossible!" Surprised, the other party failed to stop Luo Xiaoxia's fist.
"Bang!" A left hook!
"Bang!" A right hook!
"Bang!" A straight punch from the front!
"Bang bang bang~!" They were all slapped in the face!
The blond man was furious, his muscles bulging, when he saw Fang Zong's smiling face.
Fang Zong sneered, raised his foot, inserted it into the gap between Luo Xiaoxia's fist, jumped up and stomped hard!
One kick, two kicks, three kicks!
Countless feet!
Luo Xiaoxia turned around and gave the other person a slightly drunk but friendly smile, shouting, "Brothers, let's go!"
Fang Zong nodded: "If we're brothers, let's help him out!"
In just a few words, Fang Zong and Luo Xiaoxia put aside their past grievances, holding hands and connecting heart to heart, for... wait, what were they fighting for again?
Fang Zong was a little confused. He looked down at his feet, then decided to ignore it and just stomp on him! He was going to stomp on the foul-mouthed jerk!
It was quiet all around.
Everyone was stunned.
After a long silence, Li Xiaoran looked at Xue Nuo and said speechlessly, "This guy seems to be..."
Xue Nuo licked her ice cream cone and said, "Who cares? As long as A-Zong likes it, that's all that matters. I could tell A-Zong was angry when she came, but now she's having a great time."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoran thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Fine, since you're having fun stepping on them, I won't kill them...
Li Xiaoran slowly sheathed the long sword in his hand.
Three hours and eight minutes later, Thor, who was being ganged up on by two equally powerful opponents and had even gained the upper hand, was on the verge of death and had become a target. At this moment, an old figure finally appeared and grabbed Fang Zong's shoulder.
"Why didn't you kill him immediately?" the old man whispered in his ear.
Fang Zong turned around in surprise and saw the old man with a serious expression, saying righteously, "Why did you beat up an international friend? You, fine, you're number one on the Leopard Ranking. Come over tonight to collect your reward. Now go back and reflect on your actions!"
"What?" Fang Zong was completely stunned.
Isn't it supposed to be about criticizing those who are foul-mouthed?
What? Suddenly you're number one on the Leopard Ranking?
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