The Great Conqueror

Zou Liang was overjoyed, no one came, so it was his turn, and he patted the person in front of him.

"Why don't you listen to me, are you in such a hurry to go up to die!"

A piggy turned his head sharply, ready to say something sarcastic, but when he saw Zou Liang, he immediately covered his mouth, followed by a cry like a ghost crying, "Sura!"

Shura?

Shura?

Shura? ………………

The complacent Scudder suddenly noticed that people were looking at a corner, but ignored him, what!

The Piggs almost bounced away at his highest speed, knocking everyone on their backs, but they couldn't care less, they all said that Shura was ruthless, killing people without blinking an eye, hiding slowly, but killing people.

It doesn't matter if you die once under the altar, and there is no loss, but not being able to witness the performance of the beast god is the biggest loss.

"Hehe, you don't have to, Murphy, it's interesting."

"I've been waiting for him for a long time!"

Murphy's eyes were shining fiercely. He had been wandering around in this low-level area just to wait for this person!

Shura?

No matter what opponent, Scudder can use his claws to tear it into anything, and Beamon is the strongest existence in the Amond Beast God Continent.

When Scudder saw his opponent, he couldn't help being disappointed, very disappointed. In fact, many people were very disappointed. After all, only a small number of people had seen Shura's match. Only some people could see the portraits of various professional guilds. Most of them saw Shura for the first time.

No matter how you look at it, Shura...is too thin and weak. With his body, it's not enough for Bimon to slap him with his paw.

Not only was Scudder disappointed, but there was an uproar in the audience. Is this Shura?

That thin arm, without the protection of armor, wouldn't it be smashed to pieces with one punch?

Even the Silver Light Warrior would not dare to fight against a beast-like Beamon without wearing armor. His fighting skills and his own abilities were not enough to resist everything.

Scudder is a brave Beamon family. What he desires is to fight against the strong. However, due to the level restrictions in the beast spirit world, low-level fighters cannot enter the high-level battle zone. He will earn some beast spirits here. Fighting the weak is really boring.

"Hehe, how about making a bet with Murphy?" Buenaven of Clone City laughed.

"You first." The golden lion was quite confident.

"Hehe, I'll choose Scudder." Buenavan expected that the other party would let him choose first.

"I beat Shura, and if I beat him, I will easily win." Murphy said.

The surrounding warriors obviously knew the reputation of these two men. Their winning streak during this period was no less than Beamon warrior Scudder, especially the golden lion Murphy, who was even more famous. Unlike Beamon, his comprehensiveness was even more admirable.

"What's the bet?" Buenavan became interested.

"Clone City's blue wave wine is very famous, three bottles in ten years!"

"Damn, you are really ruthless, you don't want to kill people like this!" Buenavan laughed.

"Do you want to eat a big family? Three bottles of blue wave are still enough for you." Murphy said disapprovingly.

"And you lost?" Buenavan asked.

"You can do whatever you want." Murphy replied lightly, turning his gaze to the battle altar, which was a kind of confidence.

Buenavan didn't continue to ask. Such an answer showed the incomparable confidence of the other party, and it was also a competition of eyesight.

The people around were also excited about the bets made by these two masters. A bottle of 10-year Blue Wave cost ten gold coins, and Buenavan still had a good chance of winning. Shura was at a disadvantage regardless of basic statistics such as strength and defense, and his battle song had little influence on Bimon.

I really can't think of any way to defeat Scudder on the altar of limited size.

Scudder looked at this tiny guy in front of him, Shura? Beast god performing martial arts?

He couldn't help laughing up to the sky, turned around and looked at the soldiers who were constantly gathering around, raised his arms, and let out a roar to the sky, he needs approval!

That was a cheer resounding in the beast spirit world. Beamon fighters are extremely popular among the beast race, especially melee fighters, who worship Beamon, power, and the strong.

In comparison, the illusory Shura is probably just a joke.

After all, it is too weak.

The arrogance of the opponent, the loud cheers all around, Zou Liang felt calm, his mentality is really good, it is different from before, the shouts around him did not bring him psychological fluctuations, it is not surprising that most people are optimistic about the Behemoth fighters,... If it were him, he would also be optimistic about the Behemoth fighters.

After cheering, Scudder turned around to face Zou Liang, daring to give his back to his opponent, how arrogant it is.

"How do you want to die?" Scudder said, in the eyes of outsiders, it was a roar, and its effect was no less than that of a Rhine lion.

Facing such an all-round warrior, one who has the courage to fight is considered a warrior.

Zou Liang showed a faint smile, stretched out his right hand and put it gently to his mouth, made a movement of silence, followed by a swipe on his neck.

Hunting Shadow's favorite gesture to declare war!

Roar……

With a bang, Scudder moved, and the altar was shaking like an armored vehicle. The huge body suddenly enveloped Zou Liang, and the huge claws suddenly swept down.

Beamon has six claws in both hands, and his half-meter-long nails are sharper than blades. His movement is mainly simple and fast, which conceals the disadvantage of relatively slow movement, but his attack speed is extremely fast, which does not match his huge body.

In an instant, Liu Dao Han slid down.

bass……

Zou Liang's "thin" body walks in the light of the knife. The Beamon is indeed a rather buggy race. Such a huge body can make such swift and violent attack movements, and the steps are closely followed. It is completely instinctive and does not require any training. A natural fighter.

Earth-shattering roars sounded around the battle altar, and the killing sound shook the sky. Under this kind of support, Scudder was even more excited and imposing. The opponent was just a jumping clown, and there was no other way except jumping around like a shadow hunter. Moreover, without a weapon, he couldn't cause any damage to him. However, as a Beamon, Scudder can only kill and does not need any defense.

Seeing that he was forced into a corner, Scudder swiftly interlocked and blocked with two claws. Countless opponents were defeated by this simple move.

The figure disappeared in an instant, flicked on Beamon's arms, walked quickly, came directly to the top of Scudder's head, and punched down on the head.

I am afraid that the hunting shadows present would be amazed by such quick movements. It takes such a stable mind to dare to make such a dangerous dodge under the attack of the killer, but the one who has more faces is Beamon.

Scudder showed no signs of fear, and even put his head on Zou Liang's fist, booming...

Zou Liang felt his right hand go numb. This guy's defense was almost omnipresent. Facing the opponent's roaring attack, he pulled his left hand and borrowed strength from the opponent's head. He rolled behind Beamon and kicked him in the back of the head at the same time.

The vital point of this ordinary soldier seemed to have touched the iron plate, his feet went numb for a while, and he quickly pulled away.

The shouts of the onlookers also stopped, it seems that this Shura is not powerless to fight back, but just unable to break through the defense!

Scudder patted his head with his paw, and roared loudly: "Is this a mosquito bite!"

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