The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

After Domino stepped off the stage, half of the venue was abandoned, and the abandoned side was the side with the lifting platform, so the staff began to build a new lifting platform on the left side so that the next contestants could successfully board the ring.

An old gentleman next to Yan Luo patted Yan Luo's thigh and asked, "Sir, why did you say nothing from the beginning to the end? Aren't you surprised by these duels?"

"Ah yes, I was actually surprised, but I just didn't show it." Yan Luo said.

"What a passionate and exciting duel. It makes people miss me when I was young and a good fighter." The old gentleman said, "Why not show it? Suppressing yourself is not good for your health."

"It's because of my personality."

"Are you a young man? Why are your whole body wrapped so tightly? Do you have any skin disease?" the old gentleman asked.

"Ah, yes, he looks ugly and doesn't want to scare others." Yan Luo said.

"Hey, these days, a man's appearance doesn't matter." The old man said, "If I were you, I wouldn't be so secretive. I've worn this outfit too. It's very uncomfortable."

"Ah."

"You know, young man, if I were twenty years younger, I could go up there and spar with them." The old man said, "When I was young, they all called me Iron Fist."

Yan Luo squinted and caught a glimpse of the old man's hand. The skin was wrinkled and chapped, but judging from the fist bones, he did look like he had been a master in fighting.

"Time makes people grow old." Yan Luo murmured, "Sooner or later, I will be like you."

"Of course, God treats everyone fairly." The old man said, "He will not give you extra life just because you are good at fighting. Alas."

"Old sir, why did you come to see this game?" Yan Luo asked.

"It's nothing, I'm just free when I'm free." The old man said, "My home happens to be close, so I came to have a look. I used to be a boxer, and I'm quite interested in fighting."

"Who does the old gentleman think is the champion among them?" Yan Luo asked.

"We haven't all come out yet. It's hard to guess, but I think that girl is quite powerful." The old man said.

"Are you interested in her last move?" Yan Luo asked.

"Yes, I have never seen that human beings can be so powerful. This goes against my previous understanding of science." The old man said.

"Um"

"Speaking of which, did you bring a flashlight?" the old gentleman asked.

"No."

"Purple flashlight?" the old gentleman asked again.

"No, why do you ask that?" Yan Luo said.

"When I was watching the game before, I saw a purple light on your side from the corner of my eye. I was surprised at the changes on the stage. Now I want to know, what is that purple thing?" the old man asked.

Yan Luo raised his right hand, "It's this glove with colored lights on it. Look, there are purple and yellow."

"Oh, are these toy gloves? They should look nice at night, right?" the old man asked.

"Um"

"How much does it cost? I want to buy it back for my grandson to play with." The old man asked.

Yan Luo was speechless for a while, then waved his hand and said, "I won't sell it."

"Can you make it shine again?" the old man asked.

"The consequences of that would be very serious." Yan Luo said.

"What?" The old man was puzzled.

"Nothing." Yan Luo said calmly.

Who could have known that what the purple light brought was destruction. The power stone amplified Yan Luo's original energy several times.

The old man shook his head and said nothing more.

The wind was blowing, the lifting platform of the arena had been installed, and the referee solemnly announced the next contestant.

It was Frank, wearing a black skull shirt, holding two large-caliber sniper guns, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Very good! Frandy, are you confident you can win this duel?" the referee asked Frank.

This is not because the referee called Frank's name wrong, but because Frank is a well-known figure. In order to deceive others, Frank changed it temporarily during registration.