"Today is a miracle day!" Sima Wudi's enthusiastic voice echoed over the entire arena: "As soon as we saw the Motoki Sword Slash Fabregas, we saw Prince Heglis's bravery again. In the advanced battle of 63 to 32, we scared our opponents away and won without a fight!"

Heglis, who walked off the ring, was still full of questions. His opponent was also a good second-level expert, so why did he abstain from the power?

"Okay! Let's forget that before, most of the battles that looked drowsy!" Sima Wudi shouted loudly: "The next battle is Zhang Feng, who is known as a madman in this championship! He said to see through all attacks in this championship, that is, Sima Wudi's brother, Sima will win!"

The arena, which had not been warm enough, immediately burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm, with gongs and drums, shouts, whistles, and women's screams resounding throughout the arena.

Before he knew it, Zhang Feng's supporters had accumulated a considerable number. On the other hand, Sima, who had always been a little low-key, had fewer supporters. To put it bluntly, there were almost no supporters except for the supporters of the Sima family.

"The atmosphere is quite warm." Sima Wudi laughed dryly and raised his voice again: "In view of this battle, it is my brother who is fighting with the under the command of the Wuming General in the trap, why don't we all invite the Wuming General together and sit for another special guest of our commentator?"

Sima Wudi, who has always received the most boos, this time his shouting finally brought screams and support from almost everyone in the arena.

"My mother." Zhang Feng used his usual arrogant posture, and stood on the ring with his legs slashing and shook his head and sighed: "It's so annoying! After all, my buddy is also the top five popular in the competition, right? After all, my buddy is also the protagonist of the competition this time, right? Why is the supporting role of the leader still stealing my shot like this? It's so unreasonable? Is it still let people mess around?"

"Hmph!" Sima Bisheng snorted coldly and looked at Zhang Feng disdainfully: "As a soldier, I don't care about my physical condition, my opponent's strength, and whether there is room for combat on the ring. I actually care about the boring support outside the field! Mud is mud."

"Thank you." Zhang Feng bowed to Sima Bisheng very gentlemanly: "I have been scolded for being mud since I was a child. Now it seems that it is really muddy."

Sima Bisheng was stunned for a moment, Zhang Feng bowed to him again and continued, "But, mud can also be used for mud."

"For example, block the light of beautiful jade. The premise is, if you are beautiful jade." Zhang Feng bowed the third time to Sima Bisheng and said: "These three bows, according to our leader, are called farewell to the body. You have to be careful, today's mud will kill your beautiful jade."

"Do you?" Sima Bisheng shouted loudly. As soon as the fierce fighting spirit came out through the general's armor, the gravels on the ring under his feet were blown around by the fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!