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Sima Youyue looked over and saw that Mu Lian Xin had indeed gone up.
"Hooligan, don't wear clothes!" Little Seven said.
"It's just that he's half-naked, just pretend you didn't see it." Sima Youyue said, "Since he went up, those who were ready to make a move went into hibernation. It seems like they don't want to fight him head-on. "
"If I went up, I would definitely send him flying with one palm!" Little Seven said.
Unfortunately, Yue Yue said that she didn't want to go tonight, so she could only watch.
"No one is coming up tonight again?" Mu Lian Xin glanced at the people below.
"Looks like he used to often empty arenas." Shi Chen said.
"Does an empty arena mean that no one is going to fight?" Little Seven asked.
"Yes." Shi Chen nodded.
"Then wouldn't he have no income?"
"If it's empty, the Blood Arena will give him a top grade crystal." Shi Chen said, "But one crystal for one night is simply not enough. It's better to fight in the arena. "
"Who said there aren't any?!" A rough voice came from outside. Everyone looked over and saw a two-meter-tall man squeezing through the crowd.
The burly man was wearing a coarse cloth vest, revealing his strong muscles. His figure was probably equivalent to two Sima Youyue.
"What a strong person!" Seven looked at that figure and opened her mouth. She looked really cute.
"King of the Eleventh Floor, four less than Mu Lian Xin." Sima Youyue looked at the bracelet in front of her chest.
Because his arm was too thick, he couldn't wear the bracelet, so he took a collar and wore it around his neck.
"It's Da Ma!" someone shouted.
"Big Ma is here! Haha, there's going to be a good show today! "
"Yes! I didn't expect that Mu Lian Xin and Da Ma would meet today! "
"Da Ma said that he wanted to fight with him a long time ago. Today, he came for Mu Lian Xin. "
"Also, after defeating Mu Lian Xin, his position in the Blood Arena will rise again."
"This big Ma has been very arrogant recently! You've only been here for a short while and you've already challenged several Kings of the Tenth Floor consecutively! "
"He's here to challenge the King of the Fifteen-Floor today. Hehe, if he wins, does that mean he's going to challenge the King of the Twenty-Floor?"
"He dares to look for the King of the Twentieth Floor? Tsk, stop bragging! Who would dare to challenge the King of the Twenty Floor? That's an invincible legend. If he's not afraid of death, he can go and try! "
"Hmph, what King of the Twenty Floors? I've never seen him fight in all these years. If you ask me, he can only be the King of Twenty Rounds back then. If it were now, I don't even know if he could last ten rounds. "
"That's right! He's just a legend. Now that so many powerful people have come, if he has the ability, come up and fight with everyone again! "
"Hmph! We'll see if you can defeat the King of the Fifteenth Floor! "
"…"
Sima Youyue turned around and looked at Bi Sheng. He still had his eyes closed and rocked his rocking chair gently, as if he didn't hear anything.
"They are challenging your dignity, don't you want to beat them up?" Little Seven said.
"What's there to care about?" Bi Sheng replied without hesitation. "These people are just looking for pain in their mouths."
"Tsk —" Little Seven ignored her and turned around to continue looking at the arena below.
"You're Mu Lian Xin?" Da Ma carried his broadsword and raised his chin, looking at Mu Lian Xin proudly.
Mu Lian Xin crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, "You're the Da Ma who's been in the limelight recently, the new King of the Eleven Floors?"
"That's right, that's me." Da Ma touched his nose with his left hand and said, "I heard that you don't come out often, so when you do, it must be an empty arena. Today I specially came to look for you, to see how powerful you are! Come on! Fight with me, and let me defeat your empty legend! "
"Tsk, people without power all like to talk nonsense!" Little Seven said from upstairs, not having a good impression of this big man.
"Who's farting there?" Da Ma's hearing was good and heard Little Seven's disdain towards him.
"Do you need to care about your grandaunt's farting?" Little Seven retorted.
"Who are you, how dare you look down on me, Old Ma?" Da Ma shouted.
"You have the cheek to call yourself Old Ma?" Little Seven said disdainfully, "I think you're more like a bootlicker! Hey, that hooligan, you'll beat this bootlicker up later. If you can't beat him up, I'll come down and beat you up! "
"…"
Sima Youyue felt that she should ask Fatty Qu to make a mask for Little Seven. If she didn't take it off, she wouldn't be able to speak!
Mu Lian Xin glanced over indifferently. Someone actually called him a hooligan. Hehe, it seemed like someone was tired of living!
He thought that he would see a group of overbearing people, but he didn't expect to see a pair of deep and bright eyes.
Sima Youyue looked at him. Although this guy's eyes were very violent, they were surprisingly clean!
"What a strange person." She said to herself.
Mu Lian Xin and Sima Youyue looked at each other for a while, then retracted their gazes and said to Da Ma, "Let's begin."
He wasn't a gentleman either. After he finished speaking, he raised his fist and attacked, not caring if Da Ma was ready or not.
Their bodies collided, showing the difference between the two.
Mu Lian Xin's body was slightly smaller, not much bigger than Sima Youyue. This Da Ma's body was almost twice his size. Although he was small, his strength wasn't small. A punch landed on Da Ma's stomach, sending him flying a few metres away.
Although Da Ma loved to talk big, he did indeed have the ability. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the King of the Eleventh Floor.
His right leg retreated, and with a force from his body, he sent Mu Lian Xin flying back. Without giving him time to react, he waved the big knife in his hand and chopped towards him.
Chopping and retreating, the two of them moved a few metres on the stage, but they didn't hurt Mu Lian Xin.
"Ha — —"
Mu Lian Xin stepped on the big knife and used the force to jump up, landing on Da Ma's head.
Da Ma immediately waved his knife and chased after him, chopping towards the top of his head. Mu Lian Xin stepped on the ground and flew into the air, avoiding the knife.
Da Ma was fiercely kicked by him, causing him to feel dizzy. That knife almost chopped his head off.
Mu Lian Xin took this opportunity to do a flip in the air and landed. His right hand clenched into a fist and directly hit Da Ma's head.
Da Ma felt danger and immediately used his knife to block, but he couldn't block his powerful strength.
"Pu — —"
Da Ma spat out a mouthful of blood.
Mu Lian Xin did a flip and landed a punch on his chest. Da Ma's sturdy body flew towards the edge of the stage like a piece of paper.
"Ha — —"
The moment Da Ma fell off the stage, he used his leg to hook onto the edge of the stage. Using the knife in his hand to support himself, the knife bent and bounced him back onto the stage.
He didn't completely leave the stage, so it wasn't considered a loss.
"He's about to go crazy." Sima Youyue looked at his scarlet eyes and said.
As expected, Da Ma wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth and curled into a meaningful smile, then he charged towards Mu Lian Xin. No matter if it was his speed or strength, he was much stronger than before.
"Both of their battle prowess exploded after seeing blood. This is really strange." Sima Youyue looked at his eyes that had lost all rationality and said faintly.
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