The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

"Well, I'm a contestant from the Japanese team, Benimaru." Benimaru introduced himself.

"Do you think I don't know?" Yan Luo looked at Benimaru, "If you have anything to say, just say it. Is it abstention? Abstention will make the audience dissatisfied, which will have an indelible impact on the boxing world, so if If you plan to abstain, you must prepare 100 million U.S. dollars as compensation."

"One hundred million?" Benimaru gritted his teeth, "Fortunately, fortunately, I'm not here to abstain, I'm just..."

"Just what?" Yan Luo stared at Benimaru.

Benimaru and Yan Luo looked at each other. Yan Luo's gaze made him feel strong pressure. What he thought was easy to say became difficult to say.

This was the first time since Benimaru became a fighter that the presence of a person had affected his speech.

Damn it, why does this person have such a powerful aura? Even if he is the extremely famous Yan Luo, he is still a living being. How can any living being exude such aura?

My heart, is it beating? Beating violently and uncontrollably? Why am I still afraid even though the other party has no intention of doing anything to me? Why is this?

Does he have magic that makes people fear him? Or is it that his own strength is so great that it makes me subconsciously afraid? But is the strength gap between him and me that big? This gap is like an ant meeting an elephant!

Benimaru screamed in his heart, he tried his best to restrain himself, and finally said: "I don't think you are a match for Kusanagi Kyo."

"Oh? Maybe, but why do you have to come to me to say this? Won't we see the results in a while?" Yan Luo asked.

"This is because Kyo's strength has been consumed. He has experienced a series of previous battles and has lost his peak strength. In this state, he is probably no match for you." After Benimaru finished speaking, he took a deep breath. He took a breath and waited for Yan Luo's reaction.

"Maybe, but aren't there still you guys? I should make the rules very clear. These are the rules of a boxing match. The three of you are still a team, and I am a team. In other words, you You can completely consume my physical strength in turns. The outcome is not determined by Kusanagi Kyo alone, but also by how much of my physical strength you can consume." Yan Luo said.

"But in this case, we still can't win!" Benimaru said loudly.

"Oh? Then what should we do so that you feel there is hope for victory?" Yan Luo asked with a smile.

"Huh, I think." Benimaru breathed a sigh of relief. Yan Luo's smile reduced the pressure he felt by half. He thought rationally, "After all, our physical strength has also been consumed, and Daimon Goro has lost his most important role as a man." We were injured more and more in important parts, so if Daimon Goro and I were to play alone, it would undoubtedly be delivering food, and we would not be able to help Kusanagi Kyo share the pressure at all, so I think we should play together. Only in this way can it be possible not to. Definitely beat you."

Yan Luo laughed loudly, "So, you are here to represent the Japanese team and request a change in the rules of the game?"

"Yes." Benimaru said seriously, "How about it, do you dare to change the rules to this, and let us join together."

"The fire of fireflies and candles, even if it gathers millions, cannot compete with the sun and the moon." At this moment, Yan Luo's words carried an aura of contempt for everything.

Benimaru's heart trembled, and his whole body shivered involuntarily.

"This purple-skinned and white-haired monster is really good at showing off." Benimaru thought in his heart, but said nothing.

"What were you thinking about just now?" Yan Luo suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Benimaru asked in surprise, "What, what am I thinking about?"

"Yes, what are you thinking about?" Yan Luo asked again.

"I, I, why did you suddenly ask me what I was thinking?" Benimaru asked.

"No, it's nothing. I was just wondering if you were scolding me in your heart." Yan Luo said, "You're not scolding me, are you?"

"Of course not. Did you promise me your bold words before? Did you promise to temporarily change the rules?" Benimaru asked.

"Yes, I agreed." Yan Luo said with a smile, "But I have to correct you. Strictly speaking, my skin is not purple, but dark night purple, which is both black and purple. If you use the nickname purple-skinned monster on It's on me