After all, Augustine's power is too weak and is not on the same level as Mokende.
"Keng!"
The sword was inserted into the ground, and the corner of Mokende's mouth curved into a disdainful sneer. He looked at Augustine's thrown body, and the battle was probably over.
"Was the Cyclops defeated like this?"
"Lord Mokende is so powerful. His fighting spirit attack is enough to split a boulder. If that guy is hit, he will definitely die." There was a wave of excitement among the audience in the field, and everyone looked at Augustine's figure nervously.
"Bang!"
Augustine's body fell heavily to the edge of the ring, creating a shallow pit on the ground. The ground cracked around it, and the iron rod was inserted beside him.
Mu Bai and others rushed over and saw dark red blood flowing around Augustine. It was difficult to imagine the extent of his injuries.
"Huh? Mokende's expression suddenly changed.
I saw Augustine's tall body twitching slightly, and then he slowly climbed up from the ground. The skin on his body shone with a layer of misty green light. Two shocking wounds could be vaguely seen on his chest, and blood gushed down like a fountain.
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"Augustin, are you okay?" Mu Bai stood behind Augustine and asked nervously.
"I...I'm fine." Augustine glanced back at Mu Bai and the others, gritted his teeth and said.
"Is this... is this the petrified skin of a Cyclops?" Mokende secretly exclaimed.
I saw that the skin on Augustine's body had become as hard as bluestone. It was just relying on this natural defense ability that he could barely withstand Mokende's fighting spirit attack.
"Brother, I said... I will definitely win the competition, and I will keep my word." Augustine once again clenched the iron rod beside him, endured the stinging pain in his chest, roared, and burst out with thunderous momentum.
, like a fierce tiger, it rushed towards Mokende.
"With your strength, it is impossible to defeat me." Mokende said disdainfully, waving his sword to directly repel Augustine's attack.
But Augustine refused to give in. After being repulsed by an attack, he rushed towards Mokende again. This repeated several times, and Mokende gradually lost his patience.
Mokende glanced at Mubai in the distance, with a sinister smile on his face.