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Zheng Xun stood there, with a sense of righteousness.

The referee turned his head to Jiang Feiguang and asked him what he thought.

Jiang Feiguang originally felt puzzled. He came to challenge Shen Guanyu, obtain the status of the defender, and then successfully defend the ring to make his popularity further.

Unexpectedly, this uninvited guest who appeared in the middle of the game disrupted his plan.

And the clothes he wore... What a bad taste!

He didn't want to waste time and energy, and planned to tell the referee that he refused this arrangement.

But the weird man with his head covered on the opposite side spoke.

"Aren't you known as 'Little Zheng Xun'? If it was Zheng Xun himself, he would not refuse such a request."

Jiang Feiguang didn't care about anything else, but he cared about comparing with Zheng Xun. He was in a twisted mentality. He didn't like Zheng Xun, but he was subconsciously walking on the path he had walked.

So he couldn't stand it the most when others said that he was not as good as Zheng Xun.

But Jiang Feiguang still had some brains and knew that he couldn't get carried away. He replied cautiously.

"I just do myself. I despise the title of 'Little Zheng Xun'."

"You want to refuse? Then you are really not as good as Zheng Xun. Everyone is right."

The masked man's mind was quick, and this sentence really angered Jiang Feiguang.

"Okay, I agree," he said with a gloomy face, "but it's not because of Zheng Xun, but because of your aggressive attitude."

"Oh, if you insist on justifying yourself in this way, it's okay."

"You--" The masked man's words were really unpleasant, and Jiang Feiguang felt that this tone of speech was a bit familiar.

"Are you a fan of Zheng Xun?" Jiang Feiguang asked.

"I guess so."

"No wonder," Jiang Feiguang smiled knowingly, "Are you standing up for your idol? I think you'd better not. Your body is your own. There's no need to sacrifice so much for others."

"You talk a lot of nonsense," the masked man was impatient, "Zheng Xun doesn't bother his fans when it comes to fighting. He does it all by himself. I'm standing here because I want to get the bonus."

"Bonus?"

"What's wrong? You can't stand poor people. I just like money."

After the unlimited return to defend the ring successfully, there will be a large cash reward, which will be directly transferred to the winner's account.

What the masked man said makes sense.

Because there are also spectators below the ring, they are close and naturally heard the conversation between the two.

"Is this person a fan of Zheng Xun?"

"It sounds like he's going to make people angry to death. He must be a fan of his."

"Zheng Xun's fans are really talented."

"Everyone can brag, but I don't think he has any real skills."

"Let's see how Jiang Feiguang performs. He has performed well in the last two games."

Jiang Feiguang heard the discussion from the audience. Compared with this mysterious man who didn't even dare to show his true face, the audience obviously supported him more.

He was confident and signaled the referee.

"Please raise the flag."

After confirming the wishes of both parties, the referee waved his hand to let Shen Guanyu go to one side of the ring. Because there has never been such a precedent for such a challenge, he didn't dare to let him go directly.

The square flag was raised high and fell.

The game started!

Jiang Feiguang didn't move. He said, "Since you don't have much experience, I'll let you three--"

Before he could say the word "move", a shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and then he suffered a heavy blow in the abdomen!

"Ahem--"

Jiang Feiguang didn't have time to react, and he was hit by his opponent's punch, almost vomiting his internal organs.

The opponent had quickly pushed to a safe distance, preparing for the next attack.

The audience burst into cheers!

Amid the cheers of thousands of people, Jiang Feiguang heard his opponent's disdainful voice.

"Are you still giving in?"

Jiang Feiguang wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up straight.

He clenched his teeth.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The two rushed to the center of the ring like arrows from a string and collided.

Another blow!

This time the two sides exchanged positions, with their backs to each other. Suddenly, Jiang Feiguang knelt on one knee on the ground.

It was his opponent who played an effective move!

I didn't expect that this passerby who rushed to the field temporarily and dressed very well with his own ideas would have such strong strength!

"Which team's player is this? Did he sneak out to play?"

"I can't tell which guild's combat system he uses, only two moves."

"Looks like a player who focuses on strength? Wanshi?"

"It can't be Wanshi, they manage players very strictly."

The following battle became smooth, it was simply a performance of Jiang Feiguang being beaten unilaterally.

The masked man covered himself tightly, but his vision did not become narrow. He could quickly predict Jiang Feiguang's movements and counter his moves.

Jiang Feiguang had no power to fight back!

And I don't know if it was intentional, the audience gradually found that this masked player seemed to be holding back.

"He doesn't look like he wants to fight quickly? Such a beautiful fighting skill should have kicked Jiang Feiguang off the stage a long time ago, right?"

"Jiang Feiguang is too embarrassed, it feels so pitiful to see."

"Does he have a grudge against Jiang Feiguang?"

Jiang Feiguang is also very aggrieved now, he can't go up or down, he will be beaten by others when he goes up, and he will be dragged back by force when he goes down.

This fight was too dirty!

Finally, the masked man seemed to have vented enough anger, and kicked Jiang Feiguang off the stage casually, ending the fight.

The referee raised the flag to signal.

Jiang Feiguang lost, and the unknown challenger won!

The audience applauded and whistled to celebrate the victory of the person on the stage.

Only Cheng Jie, who was in the second-floor stands, was out of place.

He was relieved to see the battle was over. Zheng Xun was tormenting Jiang Feiguang, and anyone with eyes could see it. He could only pray that he didn't make too much trouble.

Fortunately, he was still alive.

As long as he was alive, that was enough.

Zheng Xun vented his emotions and returned to normal, preparing to compete with Shen Guanyu and then pretend to be dead and leave the stage.

As a result, he turned around and suddenly there were two rows of people behind him.

Zheng Xun:?

"You want to challenge Shen Guanyu? Line up and wait until I finish fighting."

A medium-sized male player standing in the front shook his head.

"No, we want to challenge you."

"?" Zheng Xun looked at the referee, "Can it be like this?"

He questioned, but the players who came on stage later also had something to say.

"Like you, we also want to challenge Shen Guanyu, but before that, we have to defeat you."

? ?

Use magic to defeat magic? ?

Zheng Xun can be said to have experienced what it means to shoot oneself in the foot. He rubbed his hair helplessly, but unfortunately only rubbed the thick scarf.

"Come on then."

The male contestant who had just spoken stepped forward.

"No, no," Zheng Xun shook his finger and slid from left to right in the air, "You guys go together."

The male contestant was slightly stunned and looked at the person next to him.

"This..."

"Together, together, I'm in a hurry and don't have time to play with you."

The audience began to stir.

"This kid is so arrogant! There are one or two... eight contestants standing on the stage!"

"Too arrogant. What's so confident about defeating only one Jiang Feiguang?"

"Just now you were still praising Jiang Feiguang..."

"You heard it wrong, it must not be me."

This novel way of playing confused the referee.

He pressed the Bluetooth headset and talked to the person on the opposite side who was in charge. After repeated confirmation, he nodded to Zheng Xun.

"No problem, both players, please get ready."