Looking at the black oil under his feet and on his body, Qingkong Leng Shao suddenly thought of something.

"Sword God...are you cheating again? Have you forgotten our agreement?"

Hearing this, Tong Zhen smiled and shook his head.

"Brother Leng, you can't talk nonsense. Our agreement is only not to use darts, and it also stipulates not to use incendiary bottles and bombs!"

As Tong Zhen spoke, he casually took out a bomb with sparks.

Seeing this scene, Qingkong Leng Shao no longer cared about complaining, he quickly jumped up.

The moment he jumped up, the bomb in Tong Zhen's hand was also thrown over.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and at the same time as the bomb exploded, the black oil on the ground was also ignited.

A raging fire rose, and Leng Shao in the clear sky felt a burst of heat instantly.

"Fuck..."

Qingkong Leng Shao was completely panicked!

Because he knew clearly that he could not stay in the air forever. If he waited until he fell, wouldn't he just fall into the fire?

"Sword God, you are so despicable, Mr. Xiaoba, I want to report him..."

Seeing Qingkong Leng Shao's incompetent and furious look, the audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.

"Good fellow, Sword God, you have gone too far. See what you have done to Mr. Leng?"

"Hahaha, the Sword God is really bad. After receiving money from Brother Leng, he still wants to treat him like this, killing people and punishing him!"

"Let me tell you, who would have thought that the Sword God has so many trump cards? Just one dart is outrageous, and there is also a bomb!"

"Sword God, as expected of you, you can always give me some new tricks!"

Worship system prompts.

"Ding! Worship points +190"

"Ding! Worship points +197"

…

Just when the barrage was refreshed, Master Qingkong Leng had slowly fallen from the sky.

Facing the approaching flames, Qingkong Lengshao was about to collapse.

"Sword God, please remember this, damn, it's so hot..."

As soon as Qingkong Leng Shao finished speaking, he fell into the fire, and the flames instantly covered his body.

Fortunately, Qingkong Leng Shao was also a rare master, and he responded immediately.

"Sliding shovel!"

Roaming used his strongest displacement skill, Qingkong Leng Shao slid towards Tong Zhen.

Seeing this scene, the former Tong Zhen might have drawn his sword and faced off against the enemy.

But this time he didn't do that. On the contrary, he quickly took a few steps back.

Not only that, while retreating, several Molotov cocktails appeared in his hand again.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

…

Tong Zhen's grasp of distance was very accurate, and the Molotov cocktail shattered just at the point where Qingkong Lengshao's skill ended.

"Brother Leng, let me give you another bomb!"

When the bomb fell, Qingkong Leng Shao just stopped.

The flames explode instantly!

Qingkong Leng Shao: "..."

Looking at Tong Zhen who kept throwing Molotov cocktails at Qingkong Leng Shao.

The God of Death sitting aside suddenly showed a strange expression.

"Hey, interesting!"

The flames burned quickly, and Qingkong Lengshao's screams spread throughout the arena.

Seeing this scene, the audience on the stage felt shuddering.

"Hiss! Being burned by the flames like this, it must be very painful for Mr. Leng, right?"

"This is so fucking outrageous. Where did this sword god get so many fancy things?"

"Hey, I really feel sorry for Brother Leng. He hit the Sword God twice in a row and was beaten to death. How miserable!"

…

Although Mr. Qingkong Leng fought hard, his resistance seemed so weak under the repeated attacks of incendiary bottles and bombs.

No matter where he goes, Molotov cocktails will fly over immediately, followed by bombs detonating!

Just like this, after Qingkong Leng Shao persisted for half a minute, his blood volume finally reached the end.!

"Sword God, you... I hate you!"

Following Qingkong Lengshao's desperate cry, he fell heavily to the ground.

K.O!

A familiar voice sounded, and the environment the two of them were in returned to the arena again.

"According to your rules, two out of three rounds are the best. Now I declare that the Sword God..."

"Don't worry, I have something to say!"

Here Xiaoba was just about to announce the result of the competition, but Qingkong Leng Shao suddenly interrupted him.

Xiaoba's expression was naturally a little dissatisfied when he was interrupted.

"Adventurer, the competition is over, what else do you want to say?"

Although he knew that his words had offended Xiaoba, Qingkong Leng Shao could no longer care so much at this time.

He said with a gloomy look: "Mr. Xiaoba, I want to discuss with my opponent and change the rules!"

Hearing this, Xiaoba turned his head and glanced at Tong Zhen.

"Adventurer, are you willing to accept the suggestion proposed by your opponent?"

"Oh, just listen to it!"

Just like that, under the spotlight of everyone, Qingkong Leng Shao quickly walked to Tong Zhen's side.

"Sword God, I ask for a real battle with you. Without these fancy things, fight with our own things. I don't know, do you dare?"

Although Qingkong Lengshao sounded very enthusiastic, Tong Zhen's expression did not change from beginning to end.

"Brother Leng, I remember my rule is best of three games, right?

In other words, I have won the game now, so why should I fight you again?"

"Just...just..." Qingkong Lengshao was speechless for a moment.

In the live broadcast room.

"Hey, it's so tragic. I have never felt sorry for a man. Brother Leng is the first one!"

"That's right. I was full of confidence in my long hand and my short hand, but in the end it turned out like this. Who the hell can withstand this?"

"One thing to say, he can only blame himself for this. Wouldn't it be over if he had established the rules early?"

"Hi, but I still have to thank Brother Leng. At least if someone competes with the Sword God in the future, they will know what rules to make!"

…

As a super rich second generation from District 1, Qingkong Lengshao has never suffered this kind of injustice.

He looked at Tong Zhen fiercely for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Just because I have money, is that okay?"

audience:"……"

grim Reaper:"……"

Listening to Qingkong Leng's words, which were obviously a bit broken, Tong Zhen smiled indifferently.

"Of course it's okay. Since Brother Leng still wants to continue fighting, let's chat privately!"

The meaning of private chatting is actually very simple, which is to make Qingkong Leng less bidder.

After a while, Qingkong Leng Shao said with a gloomy look.

"Sword God, how about we play one last game and decide the outcome in one round?"
To be continued...