(Martial Arts Level Division: Sensing Qi, Homogeneity, Madhyamaka, Emptiness, Fuyao, Feathering)

"The guards in the martial arts are in place and take slave No. 2 and 17." Cui Jianhong ordered the stone prison. The No. 17 immediately opened. Two unkempt slaves dragged their shackles out of the stone gate, and slowly walked towards the martial arts platform under the guidance of two guards carrying knives at their waists. The thunderous shouts erupted, and each of them showed a glimmer of desire in their eyes. The shouting was not for anyone else, but for the star player in the martial arts arena No. 2 who had never lost.

After the two of them stood still at the fighting stage, the guard stepped forward and skillfully removed their shackles. Before the fight was announced, No. 2 rushed towards the other side with a ruthless sound. The whistle from his nostrils covered the breathing in the field, which was his pride.

What's abnormal is that No. 17 seemed to be irritated and rushed towards No. 2. The two of them suddenly became a ball. Four strong arms wrestled together, their muscles tightened and their blood vessels seemed to burst. When they went to the martial arts arena, they either died or died. Perhaps the desire for life stimulated their fierceness. After fighting for 20 rounds, the two of them were covered in blood and still had no choice but to win.

"Isn't this beast No. 2 very capable in the past? How come it is comparable to No. 17 today?"

"I've said it a long time ago, No. 17 has a big aura. It's really hard to say who loses and who wins today. Brother, you are probably going to waste your life."

"You are a hindsighter, you were just shouting to buy No. 2, but now you are talking about such sarcastic words."

The viewing table was immediately in an uproar. The always brave No. 2 Killing God seemed to have encountered a strong enemy, which made some nobles who bought No. 2 and won very dissatisfied.

As the 2nd, who had never lost, he felt a sense of fear. He was retreating. Facing the madman who appeared in the sky, No. 17, he was afraid and began to show flaws. No. 17 still waved his attacking fist brutally, and suddenly he concentrated No. 2's leg, followed by a fatal heavy blow, and ended up No. 2's life. The silence, dead silence, this result made the gambling reversal Buy 17 excited, but he gave Buy 2 a sober slap.

Cui Jianhong flew over to the fighting stage, around the viewing field, and the viewing seat suddenly became quiet. "There is no absolute invincibility, the loser does not have to be discouraged. The slaves in the stone prison who have not taken action yet may not be able to be wonderful, and the criminals of No. 7 are taken." After saying that, he jumped out of the fighting stage.

As the winner of the counterattack, No. 17 stood quietly at the center of the venue. At this time, he was the focus and targeted the public. Perhaps a discerning person has already seen that the myth of undefeated before No. 2 was erected by the senior officials of the martial arts arena. When he appeared as a star, the senior officials of the martial arts arena who broke the pattern of winning by buying No. 2, and only the martial arts arena can break the indefeated in the martial arts arena. This is a common trick of wealth in the martial arts circle, but it has captured the idea that people are rushing to be attracted to, which is very successful.

A moment later, a young man about 16 years old stood opposite No. 17. His hair was messy but he could still see the angular face. It was Qin Yang. He stood on the fighting stage and was shackled, but he was still thinking about the bloody dream in the picture.

"Are you mistaken? Are you crazy today in the martial arts arena? Is this guy who has not grown all the hairs to feed this No. 17 big guy?"

"The eagle catches the chicks, and you can even think of the 17th one being connected to the 17th."
Chapter completed!