Niu Haiyang looked up, his face full of loss, and looked at Lu Dafeng with an extremely disappointed look.
Afterwards, Niu Haiyang was helped away by people from Lishan Society.
Zhou Buzhou was completely speechless after seeing this scene.
These two people are indeed experts in pretending to be awesome!
In just this one competition, Lu Dafeng has reached a new level!
Zhou Buzhou's eyes turned.
He also wanted to pretend like this, and wanted to be like Lu Dafeng, as if he had seen through the mundane world. He said coldly to his defeated opponent: "This... is reality!"
Zhou Buzhou turned around and looked towards the arena: "Are you guys crazy? Are you still fantasizing that you can win by climbing a mountain?"
"Come up one of you, and let me show you what reality is!"
The people in the audience paused slightly and looked at Zhou Buzhou for two seconds.
Then, the melee broke out again.
Zhou Buzhou's face was full of black lines.
It turns out that the reality is that I really can't pretend.
The reality is, no one gives me the opportunity to show off!
How I long for a teammate like Niu Haiyang who can endlessly cooperate with you to show off!
Zhou Buzhou sat down again, no longer in the mood to watch the show-offs on the next stage.
Time passes again.
In the center of Red Candle Square, Vice Principal Wang Zhennan suddenly spoke up: "In a quarter of an hour, the defense battle will be over!"
A quarter of an hour is fifteen minutes.
I don’t know if it’s just to show off, but practitioners no longer use hours, minutes, and seconds to calculate time.
Instead, use the ancient methods of hours, quarters of an hour, and breathing.
There are even words like a cup of tea, a glass of wine, and a meal used as time quantifiers.
Zhou Buzhou didn't mind because he quite liked that ancient feeling.
As Wang Zhennan's words resounded throughout the arena, the fight that had already begun suddenly became intense, almost to the point of a life-and-death struggle.
And before the fight even started, he was still alone in the ring.
However, below the ring, the war was about to turn into a fight to the death.
Zhou Buzhou was speechless.
Not long after, Wang Zhennan's voice rang out again: "After a cup of tea, the defense battle will be over!"
The fight started and the winner was decided.
In the arena that hasn't started yet, even if a person is alone, he will be on guard to avoid failure at the last moment.
Zhou Buzhou held the scabbard tightly with his right hand, his eyes looking at the audience like lightning.
In the audience.
Countless people fell to the ground, and more than a dozen people were still fighting.
After fighting for nearly three hours, these people who were still able to fight truly deserve the title of warriors!
"One hundred breaths left, and the defense battle is over!"
"Fifty more breaths left, and the defense battle is over!"
"Ten more breaths!"
Wang Zhennan's voice resounded again and again.
When it rang out for the last time, many people in the audience fell down, leaving only one person standing.
This person was Zhang Shan, who initially stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhou Buzhou and was the first to be killed by Qiannian.
It’s the quasi-first level one who has opened the eight meridians and twelve classics!
Is this pen still there?
This money didn’t go to other arenas!
Zhou Buzhou admired this guy very much.
Zhang Shan staggered towards the ring, his eyes red and his teeth gnashing: "Zhou Bu Zhou! Thousand Years of Killing!"
Roaring, Zhang Shan climbed onto the ring.
"Why!"
Zhou Buzhou sighed softly: "Let me tell you what reality is!"
Zhou Buzhou quickly stepped forward and chopped down with his sheathed Tang sword. Zhang Shan subconsciously dodged, retracted his hand, and left the ring.
Wang Zhennan's voice rang out again: "The defense battle is over!"
The aura surrounding the ring completely sealed it off in an instant.
Zhang Shan desperately hit the breath barrier with a crazy look on his face, but he never had the chance to enter the ring again.
Zhou Buzhou calmly put away his knife: "This... is reality!"
Zhang Shan's face was dazed, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on his back.
"Fuck, is this all you can do?"
Zhou Buzhou's words reached his ears.
Zhang Shan's face was full of resentment. This was caused by the injury I suffered before, not by anger!
"puff!"
After spitting out another mouthful of blood, Zhang Shan fainted.
Zhou Buzhou naturally knew that it was not because of anger. Not everyone is Zhou Yu. It was normal for this guy to spit out blood after fighting for three hours.
But since I'm pretending to be cool, no matter why you are vomiting blood, you must be vomiting blood because you are angry with me!
Otherwise, my pretending wouldn't be perfect.
On the high platform, Wang Zhennan looked at the fifty arenas that were almost clean, and the ground around them was a mess.
God knows where the real arena is.
But he was the one who made the rules, and it was not easy for him to go back on his word now.
You can't regret it, but you can add to it.
Wang Zhennan suddenly took out a bottle, and then all the energy in his body burst out.
In an instant, the bottle flew into the sky.
The bottle shattered and a flash of purple light disappeared.
Then, a drizzle began to fall from the sky.
This rain has a hint of vibrant purple.
The rain only fell near the ring, and only landed on the injured people.
Zhou Buzhou intercepted a raindrop and licked it. It tasted sweet, but there was nothing special about it.
About ten seconds later.
On the ground, the injured people's breath recovered quickly.
Then, one by one they slowly stood up.
These people looked at the people on the ring with resentment on their faces.
Especially those 18 guys who successfully defended the title without fighting a single battle from beginning to end.
Zhang Shan stared at Zhou Buzhou with eyes that seemed to spit out flames.
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