Three Hundred and Ninety-Five Monta Airis, Not a Legend

Losing combat effectiveness and admitting defeat is considered a failure. You cannot kill people on purpose, but no one will care about the inevitable casualties. In front of so many people, it is not that easy to kill people on purpose.

At the beginning of the battle, Joyna immediately opened the distance. She was an assassination-type hunting shadow, and such a head-on battle was not very advantageous. Looking at the kitten woman who was wandering around her, a hideous smile appeared on the corner of Abrody's mouth!

A sudden roar followed by the deterrent power. This was a killer weapon specially used to deal with shadow hunting. The moment of deterrent stagnation movement, Abrody jumped towards Joyna like a shell, and grabbed it with huge claws.

boom……

The ground was shaking and dust was flying. The claws didn't even make the little beauty look like meat sauce. It was a pity that one or two were there.

However, that kind of scene did not appear. Joyna ran away and patted her huge chest. Her paw obviously scared her. Bemon's intimidation was indeed very full of energy.

Abrody turned around and chased him, but Joyna stopped fighting head-on. She trotted and looked at Joyna's light and fluttering, but her speed was really not slow. Bemon's speed seemed to be unable to suppress him.

Sely's eyes gradually opened. Although Joyna kept running away, she had already shown some of her abilities.

Hunting does not need to fight head-on with the warriors, but it is a bit cruel for the experts to see the tricks, while the laymen can see it. A huge behemoth chases a petite cat woman and runs around. It is too cruel. The slap after paw is too scary.

When brazing, Bemon's suppression is too strong. One force will reduce ten times at this stage.

Abrody is not an ordinary stupid behemoth. His pursuit is gradually driving Joyna out. And Joyna is really not that kind of pure speed, so it is impossible to hide from others like this.

After a few jumps, Abrody suddenly exploded. The Bemon tribe was quite fierce. Hell, and his two big claws suddenly crossed and locked towards Joyna. This is the benefit of Bemon attack. His strong body is full of weapons, so there is no need to consider defense issues at all.

Seeing that he could not dodge, Joyna's body disappeared slowly. Abrody's backhanded and clawed again. Joyna's body floated away lightly for more than a meter. Just before Abrody's eyes, Abrody's anger also came up, and one claw after another was like a big rake. Joyna's body would be divided.

Just like the attack of a storm, Joyna's body is always as light as if it has no weight, and no matter how strong you are, you can't focus.

The hunting shadows present all saw the trick and couldn't help licking their lips, a little envious.

Abrody couldn't capture it for a long time, but he was angry. It was simply a shame to get involved with such a waste. How could his opponent Monma and the others waste time with such a kitten woman?

Bemon is not afraid of head-on confrontation, and even if he is killed, he feels happy, but he will never have to expect Joyna to fight head-on in his life.

boom……

Abrody's fists suddenly hit the ground, and the intimidation was fully opened. Joyna was trying to solidify the floating Joyna. Joyna's figure really shook, and Abrody followed and punched her.

Hit!

bass……

Puzzled through, afterimage!

Joyna had already arrived at Abrody's head, and the dagger hit Abrody's eyes twice, then left lightly.

If you really do it, Abrody's eyes will be dug out at this time, and it will be more than just two blood marks.

But as soon as Joyna landed, Abrody roared and bumped into her. Abrody rushed up angry and turned her mind hot. He didn't admit such a battle, and he had never touched it from beginning to end. What kind of battle is this? The despicable hunting shadow!

At this time, the gentle Joyna suddenly seemed to have changed into another person, and appeared in front of Abrody lightly on Abrody's arm, flowing water. The dagger delicately found the thin gap on his neck. Bemon's chin was very big, which could block the vital points, but not completely blocked. In the fierce attack world, Joyna's world was still calm. When she was actually hunting, she would close her emotions and reach the best state of assassination.

bass……

The blood flew everywhere, and the kitten girl went to a safe place with one blow, quietly as if she had done nothing.

"Take this idiot down."

Murphist growled, Abrody was covering her neck and wondering what else she wanted. The warrior rushed up and the two silver-light warriors were hitting the sword at the same time.

But Abrody was a little crazy at this time, and blood made Bemon more likely to go crazy. He waved his arms and directly lifted the two silver-light warriors. He was about to go wild, but his whole body was staggering like an electric shock, and his huge body fell down softly.

Nebero appeared, and seemed to have just a flash of time to come to Abrody's side. With a casual slap, Bemon... became dizzy.

The two Silver Light Warriors quickly dragged Abrody down.

"Joina won the first game and advanced."

The VIP seat also began to nod and talk, "This cat girl is good, it seems to have some origin." Mephist said, his tone not very comfortable, mainly because Abrody performed too slowly.

If you lose someone but not lose, you don’t want your face anymore. This is the bad nature of Being. As you fight, your mind becomes a decoration.

Sely was very happy, hiding, leveraging and hunting shadows. The cat woman mastered quite the essence, which was indeed a bit surprising.

At least after seeing Joyna's bloody expression, those young men who had just had the heart to "collect" felt a chill in their lower body.

Joyna became delicate and cute again when she returned to the team. Nanfang had already seen Nana's combat power in the underground world. It was the most tragic thing in the world to judge Joyna by her appearance.

Nebero's eyes flashed across the audience, and his voice paused slightly. Everyone felt that there was a highlight. Among these twenty-eight contestants, there were several who would dominate the side in the future.

"Peloponnese Montaïris!"

With Nebero's voice, Peloponnese raised his head. It was obvious that the tiger had been waiting for a long time, and an unsuppressive momentum suddenly surged out.

Fighting is the instinct of the Monta Eris family. They live to fight. Peloponnese has been waiting for this day for a long time. What is his opponent?

The innocent people-friendly official finally opened his eyes. He was the uncle of Peloponnese, and the battle between Joina and Abrody did not arouse Montaïis' interest at all.

To be honest, even the strong people here are few who are willing to meet Peloponnese in the first round, and even if they are like Murphy, they don’t want to meet too early.

"Soros!"

When Nebero pronounced Soros' name, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. No one could meet Monteiris's madman head-on when he could choose.

This is a civil war between the Tagos.

Soros is an unknown person in the imperial capital, and the Tiger clan is definitely the momentum of the Montaïris clan.

However, the people-friendly official showed a smile on his face, "Your master is okay."

Soros' ancient well is not affected by the momentum of Peloponnese. "The master asked me to greet the people-friendly officials."

The people-friendly official nodded quietly, "Put your strength and don't embarrass Lord Odith."

Suddenly, the audience was talking, and even the group of people in the north looked at each other. They had been together for so long and had not heard Soros speak. His master turned out to be one of the top ten masters of Monga. He was the Tago warrior at the peak of Jin Yao.

Soros has always been lukewarm in the northern camp, like an invisible man. Sometimes he doubts whether he is a Tago tribe, and he can't tell at all the domineering aura.

Two giant Tagos stood on the field, neither of them seemed to have the intention of performing the beast spirit transformation.

Zou Liang looked at Soros quietly. Experience can really change a person. He is like this. It can be said that Soros made him recognize himself and began to face the world. Similarly, Zou Liang also profoundly influenced Soros.

The two defeats in the beast spirit world can be said to have made Soros completely awakened.

"Damn, Soros is really unlucky. If it weren't for Peloponnese, I would have had a chance to enter the next round."

Greg said with a smile.

The Rhine tribe is defending the heroism outside, while the Tago tribe is restrained. In fact, if you really want to fight, you would rather face the Rhine tribe. Even if the Rhine tribe is stronger, you will definitely not be as resilience as the tiger.

The more heroic a person is, the more likely he is to be frustrated.

Although I didn't expect Soros to have such a master of origin, it was only a short time before people could forget it. After all, Soros was facing Peloponnese, which is very likely the existence of the number one master of the younger generation.

Peloponnese stared at Soros, and gradually became interested in his eyes. Under his own pressure, he could still maintain such calmness. It was a bit interesting.

"Start!" Nebero's voice sounded.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, Soros took action, but he refused to use his weapon and punched Peloponnese...

So arrogant???

Soros is certain to take the lead, but it is too carefree...

Peloponnese's lips moved slightly, pulled his posture away, and punched him out.

Bang……

Suddenly, Peloponnese's face changed and he took three steps in a row.

Everyone is like taking rat poison, it is no different from seeing a god in the big change.

Even though Zou Liang had fought with Soros twice, he was shocked. There was a saying that "Shi Shi should treat him with admiration for three days," which was too cruel.

Peloponnese didn't expect to suffer such a loss as soon as he came up. He underestimated his opponent too much, "You have actually practiced blood and bone strength."

Soros looked at Peloponnese quietly, "Take out your true strength and don't need to prepare for the next game."

Peloponnese smiled, this was a truly happy smile, his targets were always on Murphy, Greg, and Shaphrey, and he actually ignored the existence of such an existence in the northern camp.

"It's really not easy, but it's still far from being able to stop me just by just wanting to stop me!"

Roar ~~~

Peloponnese rushed out like a locomotive in an instant, and suddenly punched out. Soros also met without retreating. The two fists violently blew together, but this time they fought for half a pound.

A ferocious smile appeared on Peloponnese's face, which made it a little more interesting. Just after the first punch, the second punch actually came out at a faster speed. Until the people present saw a trance, Soros was hit directly in the chest before he could even make the second punch.

boom……

The whole body slid six or seven meters before stopping the decline.

This was Peloponnese's fight back, but he didn't react much after being hit by Peloponnese's punch. If it were someone else, he would probably fall down right away.

Peloponnese was not surprised too much. The Montaïris family did not work behind closed doors and had a certain understanding of the strong people today. For example, Odith is definitely a character, and the disciples he trained with his own hands will definitely not be bad. Among the major beast tribes, the Tago tribe is definitely the leader.

The will of a tiger, steel and iron bones, and fierce attacks are all necessary.

Soros, who was punched out, breathed a sigh of relief and rushed over like a person who was fine. While running, leaned forward, and his very domineering tiger steps. Peloponnese was ready for battle. Soros' momentum gradually unfolded, and a kind of tiger descending to the mountain restrained and domineering aura.

The two fists were blown out in a series, and the speed was lightning-thunderous.

Peloponnese responded to the moves, but with his ability, he could not suppress it. The Tago tribe had no habit of being suppressed and beaten at all. Being suppressed was not conducive to performance. It was obvious that Peloponnese was indeed unable to counterattack powerfully.
To be continued...