Several beast tamers who were wearing defensive robes carefully entered the field holding a net, and threw the net to trap the Explosive Hunting Tiger, which was baring its teeth and trying to escape. This was the iron net, even though it had eight hundred
Even with years of cultivation, I can't escape.
The defeated Explosive Flame Hunting Tiger was taken away from another cave door by the beast tamer. Behind that cave door were captured monster beasts.
Shuo Yu clenched his fists with both hands, beat his chest, looked up to the sky and roared, fiercely and high-spirited.
The guard covered his ears, not surprised, "This guy will scream a few times every time he wins a game."
Zhan Changfeng recalled the look in his eyes when the Explosive Flame Hunting Tiger was dragged away by a net. After all, he looked a little depressed. He claims to be a warrior, but are he really willing to be trapped in a cage where beasts and humans are fought for your entertainment?
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What is a warrior?
Someone with strength and courage?
The fearless one?
Or can you sacrifice your life without hesitation to win the battle?
Insufficient information.
Zhan Changfeng opened the iron door and closed it with his backhand. The guard was stunned, "Sir, what do you want to do?"
She had already walked into the Colosseum, not too far away from the nine-foot-tall man.
The nine-foot-tall man scratched his slightly curly bushy head and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Are you a warrior?"
The nine-foot-tall man looked stern, as if he was being questioned, "I am a warrior!"
The light in his eyes was hot and unwavering, as if he regarded "warrior" as the highest honor. Zhan Changfeng felt uncertain and said, "Then fight me as a warrior."
"Are you also a warrior?" The nine-foot-tall man said slightly happily, but he couldn't believe it.
She saw his expression in her eyes and gradually perfected his footnote on warriors, "We have iron-like discipline, lofty collective honor, and fight for our beliefs. Aren't these warriors?"
Zhan Changfeng spoke solemnly and confidently, but in fact, every word was testing his reaction. When she read the word faith, the nine-foot-tall man's eyes burst with astonishing fighting spirit, and he responded, "This is a warrior!"
Trouble.
People who already have firm beliefs are not easy to conquer. "I am fighting for immortality, why are you fighting?"
The nine-foot man said loudly, "The warriors of the Shuoren tribe only fight for the sake of fighting! Fight until death!"
Shuoren tribe?
There is no such Shuoren tribe among the known forces, at least not in Zangyunjian.
Zhan Changfeng did not hide his purpose, "My goal is to break the Overlord List, and I am destined to fight for a lifetime. Although the situation is difficult and dangerous, and enemies are watching, the momentum has been established. Are you willing to join me?"
"...Weren't you called here by that old man?" The nine-foot-tall man was surprised and unsure. Why did he suddenly bring up this issue?
"Yes just now, but not now. Your fighting will surprised me. I also feel that you may not only be a warrior, but if given the opportunity, you may also be the God of War in the future." Facts have proved that Zhan Changfeng is recruiting talents.
It’s really, really straightforward and a bit overwhelming.
The nine-foot-tall man moved his lips, but he couldn't think of how to reply. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "There is only one war god in the Shuoren tribe."
War songs and fighting intertwined in his ears, and his eyes were full of blood. The tall body with its back turned to him stood in an eternal posture amidst the sound of the enemy's horn. The nine-foot man sighed, "I am from the Shuo Ren tribe.
Warriors, I only have the Shuoren tribe in my heart."
Zhan Changfeng could naturally hear the sadness in his sigh. She expected that something happened to his tribe, so she did not press on her. "It doesn't matter, I admire your loyalty and belief. I hope you can return to your tribe as soon as possible."
, if you have nowhere to go before, and you can come to me and submit, I will welcome you."
The arrogant face of the nine-foot-tall man softened, "Thank you for your words."
"But it is too unfair for you to be here, and it is not in line with the spirit of a warrior. I have already said hello to the person in charge of the casino, and I will take you away at dawn. This is also the agreement between me and the old man. What do you think?
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Zhan Changfeng was afraid that he would be awkward, so he added, "The agreement has been reached and cannot be changed now. I hope you won't let me be a person who breaks my word with me."
The nine-foot reckless man is actually not reckless at all. He intuitively knows that the casino will not let him leave so easily. If there is an agreement, then there is a deal. How can he let an unrelated person bear the price for him, while he is pretending?
Don't know either.
A warrior cannot owe favors casually.
There are still eight years left for him to live.
"No, you go, I won't leave." The nine-foot-tall man had a resolute face and refused decisively.
Zhan Changfeng guessed his thoughts and didn't find it strange. "How many years and months can you stay here before you can return to your hometown? Besides, the agreement between me and the principal will not stop because of your rejection. You don't have to bear any burden."
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The nine-foot-tall man lowered his head and pondered, but replied after a moment, "Warriors, dare to take action and never let others bear the consequences of your own actions."
He insists on his own way of being a warrior. Even if he can figure out some truth from others' perspective, he will not change his own habits and persistence.
"Then let's solve it the way a warrior does." Zhan Changfeng made his initial request again, "Fight with me, and the loser will promise the winner one thing."
The nine-foot-tall man had no ill feelings towards her. Instead, he felt a little happy about being appreciated during the conversation just now, but this did not prevent him from despising her frail body.
"I can knock you down with one punch." The nine-foot-tall man said with honesty on his face, hoping that she would retreat in spite of the difficulties.
"I can't kill you with one move, but I can defeat you within ten breaths." Zhan Changfeng is obviously very good at inviting a fight, and inadvertently makes people feel weak.
The great joy of the nine-foot-tall man, oh, ten breaths?
A warrior can't refuse any provocative fight, so let's fight to make her give up her intention.
The iron gate was enchanted and the guard could not hear their conversation, but suddenly a fight started. He anxiously pushed the iron gate, but the door was enchanted and could not be opened at all. It was over.
, the man the boss told him about was going to do something bad under his nose, how could he survive in the casino?
The blood of the nine-foot-tall man is surging. Once the warrior enters the battle state, he will not show mercy for any reason. His fists tear the clouds and silk, and bring up the strong wind, as if he is going to crush the enemy into dregs.
What ten breaths, arrogant!
Zhan Changfeng only fired one sword, which was like a mirror of eternity, reflecting the world of mortals.
When a warrior has faith, he has a backing and an obsession, and he cannot escape the karma of the mortal world, not to mention that this warrior is still heartbroken.
"Leave and never come back!"
Sacrifice songs pierced the ears, the sky and the earth turned red, and the tribal flags fell with a crash.
Shuo Ren conquered all over the world, but he could not escape the fate of being conquered by others. However, he never expected that the defeat would come so violently that it would destroy a tribe that had existed for a long time.
Why was he the only one to escape?
Why is he locked in this iron cage!
Because...when he lives, Shuo Ren lives!
The mind of the nine-foot man was fluctuating, and the fighting spirit flowing in his blood and rooted in his soul suddenly exploded, breaking through the inner demon karma, but Zhan Changfeng's sword was also pressed against his throat.
It's a pity that he has a pair of copper skin and iron bones, and is not afraid of the power of her sword, but he was defeated in a single thought. The nine-foot-tall man frowned and glared, "I don't accept it. I lost to my inner demon, not you."
Zhan Changfeng said in a good temper, "Then do it again and I'll try another trick."
I had a dream at night. I dreamed that Zhan Changfeng (my intuition told me it was her) was wearing a black robe and holding a sword in her hand. She was so damn handsome, but the next second she broke the sword and pulled out a piece of it.
A piece of rolled up cloth, what the hell...have you switched channels?