Pirate Emotional System

"Who is the man with the number 449?"

"Did that attack just now come from him!"

The audience woke up to the fact that 90.00% of the contestants had been defeated with just one blow, and started talking passionately. Gaz at the commentary desk quickly rummaged through the registration information sheet on the table, and finally took out one of the information. He put Shan in front of his eyes and said to the microphone: "Contestant No. 449's name is Dun. The information...the information is unknown. He has never participated in a bullfighting arena before. He is a newcomer who came out of the blue. No... It's really rude to call him a newcomer. Even the world's best swordsman can't deliver such a terrifying blow just now. I can completely believe that Mr. Dun has a strength that is not weaker than the world's best swordsman! "

Ghazi's words tended to be personal and seemed unfair, but the audience at the stage did not feel that Ghazi's words were exaggerated after being severely impacted physically and visually. .

The three figures standing in the center of the arena seemed to be caught by a spotlight, gathering the attention of everyone in the arena. Storm swordsman House held a knife in his right hand, and covered a bloody knife wound on his chest with his left hand, with a solemn expression. With a hint of shock, the decapitator Fula clenched his teeth, his fierce eyes were full of disbelief at the moment, and there was a knife wound deep into the bone on his shoulder.

Du En stood in the center of the arena, holding the Kingdom of Killing that emitted a red demonic light. He was like a red demon god coming from hell. The strange aura within a few meters of his body seemed to distort the light, forming several layers of mist, which made people shudder. .

He raised his eyes and looked at the two figures in front of him, and said calmly: "Huh? After blocking my knife, you can still keep your consciousness awake, which is pretty good. Sign up!"

House's face was solemn, but when facing a powerful man far beyond what he had encountered before, his eyes could not help but show a hint of excitement. He held the scimitar in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Marley House!"

"Humph!"

Fula snorted lightly. He had a very rebellious character and was not comfortable with signing up. However, the man in front of him who said this could defeat almost everyone in the arena with one knife, and it even left a deep scar on his shoulder blade. Despite his scars, facing such a powerful enemy, he couldn't help but be intimidated by the opponent's aura and announced his name, "Fra Dija."

Du En glanced at the two of them: "I have remembered your names. Next... please leave this venue!"

After the words fell, he took steps towards the two of them. Every step seemed to be weighing on their hearts. Even though the two of them had traveled all the way to the new world and met countless powerful people, they had never felt like this. The chilling momentum was like the dense cold flames lingering around them, piercing deeply into their bones.

Fula tried his best to pull himself out of the fear. Although his title was the Beheader, he preferred to call himself a devil and took pleasure in killing and taking people's heads. This meant that even if there were dead souls looking for him, it would be nothing more than a demon. Supplying the devil with food, but at this moment, he found that fear melted away like ink, dyeing his watery state of mind into a trembling blackness.

"Damn, damn...how could I be afraid of you!!"

Fula roared uncontrollably and charged towards Du En with her sword in hand.

House is much calmer than Furla. He knows that Du En is very strong, but it has always been his long-cherished wish to challenge the strong. No matter whether the opponent is a height that he can reach, he will not back down. He will swim against the current and retreat if he does not advance. !

House's hand was on the handle of the knife, and the handle seemed to have air currents surging, forming a colorless protective ring. In an instant, his figure also moved, with wind in his footsteps, and he and Fula walked towards Du on the left and right. En Gong comes.

Du En looked calmly as he watched the two afterimages getting closer and closer, his body slightly arched, and he swept straight forward.

In an instant, he passed by the two of them.

"One-sword style. Gemini."

Du En slowly inserted the demon knife into the scabbard. The moment the demon knife was completely merged into the swallowing mouth, two sharp airflows like huge thin blades suddenly appeared next to Frahaus and rushed through their bodies in an instant. It soared into the sky at an angle of 45 degrees, scraping several hideous wounds on the two of them like fish scales. At the same time, it pushed the two of them out of the arena and fell into the water.

The sharp air flow continued unabated and flew towards the trapezoidal ascending auditorium on both sides. The audience in the auditorium was so frightened that they hurriedly squatted down with their heads in their hands, feeling a cool chill on the back of their heads.

"The knot... is over..." Gaz at the commentary desk swallowed. Since he was the commentator, he has never seen a game end so quickly. He only made two cuts and was unable to hear the bell of battle. In just a few minutes, he defeated all the opponents on the field! !

He picked up the microphone, tried his best to calm down his emotions, and shouted: "Then, the winner of this game is Mr. Dun!!"

The audience was silent for a while before applause and cheers erupted.

The staff of the arena quickly carried stretchers and carried out the contestants who fell to the ground in the arena.

Du En stood in the center of the arena, with no intention of leaving. Instead, he looked up at Diamanti who was standing at the highest point, with an unpredictable smile on his lips: "Come down, Diamanti." Ti, let me 'challenge' you now!"

"When the next two groups of matches decide the winner, I will duel with you and the next winner on the same stage. Now is not the time..."

Diamanti stood at the highest point. It was the first time for him to see such a powerful opponent in the bullfighting arena, and he felt a little unsure. Besides, the duel with Du En was not in compliance with the rules, so how could he agree to it? Duen, for adding so much trouble to yourself.

"In this case, let's change the rules here and let the next two games not take place. The important thing is that you must lose at my hands..."

Du En jumped up like a giant, with the obvious intention of flying towards Diamanti at the highest point.

"What is he going to do?!"

Shocked sounds came from the audience, and Gaz at the commentary desk continued to explain diligently, his voice was tense and high-pitched, and his tone was very fast:

"Mr. Dayton actually rushed towards the strongest uncrowned king of our bullfighting arena, Lord Diamanti. Does he want to challenge Lord Diamanti now? He is the only contestant I have ever seen with such a strong attitude. Is his strong strength the source of his confidence! What will Lord Diamanti do? Let us witness the next critical moment together!!"

Diamanti had a bad feeling that was getting stronger and stronger.

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