Xu Xing wasn't idle either. He moved a few small stools to a spot some distance away from them, finding the best vantage point, and invited everyone to sit down.
Let others enjoy this evenly matched battle and learn some techniques.
Xu Xing did not intend to help Zhao Jie at this time. Judging from his state just now, the "Shamate" had become a mental demon in Zhao Jie's heart. If he could not kill him with his own hands, he might have difficulty making progress in the future.
Of course, Xu Xing would still help Zhao Jie to some extent when he was in mortal danger. The scalpel that was still spinning in his right hand was to prevent unexpected situations from happening.
Because of his advancement to level two, the "Shamate" had gained the upper hand. No matter how angry Zhao Jie was, the fireball in his hand could not melt the Shamate's solid ice.
A cruel smile appeared on the lips of the punk, and he clasped his hands together in front of his face. Suddenly, a glass-like ice wall appeared in front of him, blocking Zhao Jie in front of him.
Then, the punk opened his bloodied mouth, gathered all his energy, and looked towards this spot, where, from the outside, one could see the blood-red ice cones that were condensing inside.
Xu Xing had already stood up, ready to personally finish off the punk.
The next moment, as if it were preordained, the aftereffects of directly devouring the crystal core suddenly erupted.
The punk's body suddenly leaned back, his lips torn apart inch by inch, and a large hole suddenly appeared in his navel.
While the punk was preoccupied, Zhao Jie rushed out, gathering his last bit of energy into a blazing fireball, which slammed into the punk's abdominal wound.
"Bang!"
The punk's entire body was instantly torn to pieces.
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