In the arena, Blackmurk had already entered the preparation area. He wanted to personally face the man in black on the battlefield. At that time, the man in black had won five matches in a row, so he wouldn't stop until he had won five matches, unless he failed halfway through.
After he finished speaking, the man in black looked at the preparation area. He recalled the man with a crow on his shoulder. Would his opponent be him in the next match?
When Bobby the Wild Bear was carried out of the Colosseum, the audience applauded and cheered enthusiastically. Everyone felt that this high-level match was worth the ticket price. It turned out that the Killer Bee and Blood Ape weren't fake matches, but were really too weak. They didn't even have the strength to make their opponents take them seriously.
At this time, the host finally came on stage. After confirming that the man in black didn't need to rest, the host used his unique voice to shout, "Ladies and gentlemen, you are so lucky today. I haven't seen many matches of this level. But even more lucky things have yet to come. Because the next one to participate in the Colosseum is the fiend we saw before who cut off the opponent's legs, Blackmurk!"
With that strange smile still on his face, the man in black slowly walked into the Colosseum. The crow on his shoulder didn't make any unpleasant sounds this time. A pair of blood-red eyes stared fiercely at the man in black. It was actually very intelligent.
The black clothed man curiously sized up this crow that was staring at him. He did not underestimate this opponent in front of him at all. The opponent's strange movements and powerful strength made him feel as if he was looking at another version of himself. However, the opponent's ruthlessness was something that he did not possess at the moment.
Blackmurk walked to the opposite side of the man in black and shook his shoulder to let the crow fly into the air. Then, he slowly pulled out the two uniquely curved iron rods from his back. He crossed the two rods and pointed them forward.
The man in black also gently exhaled. He leaned his body slightly, raised his left fist, and pulled back his right fist. He was in a ready stance.
The two of them faced off like this for nearly a minute. Neither of them moved. But suddenly, Blackmurk laughed. At the same time, he gently shook his head and said, "You don't have much battle experience, do you?"
The black-clothed man frowned slightly. Although he was curious about the other party's question, he still replied, "Yes, I rarely fight with others. Why, is there a problem?"
Black Crow continued to smile. "That's right. I purposely exposed two flaws to lure you into attacking, but you didn't move at all. Either you're experienced enough to see that it was a trap, or you're really a rookie. You can tell that the person who taught you cares a lot about you and can't bear to let you fight. You're really lucky …"
When he said the last sentence, Hei Wu's tone became somewhat sorrowful. Then, he shook his head and said, "When I saw you fighting with that fatty just now, I felt like I saw another version of myself. But why are our fates so different?"
The black-clothed man was stunned. He didn't expect Hei Wu to have the same thoughts as him. Both of them saw a shadow of themselves in the other party's battle. Their strange speed and powerful strength were all advantages that made their opponents fearful and troubled. But when two people who had the same advantages fought against each other, what kind of exciting battle would happen?
The smile on Hei Wu's face gradually turned cold. He walked closer to the black-clothed man while twirling the iron rod in his hand. "Do you know, if someone like you were in my place, you probably wouldn't live for more than a day? Looking at you, I feel like I'm looking at a weaker version of myself. Hehe, you had the chance to kill your opponent, but you showed mercy. Too stupid."
The black-clothed man frowned and didn't explain anything. He only responded with the same cold smile. "Hey, I don't think you're the kind of person who talks so much nonsense. Don't tell me you think you can defeat your opponent with just your mouth?"
Hei Wu's footsteps paused. A cold light flashed in his eyes. His body emitted wisps of black mist like water vapor, emitting a cold aura. He said indifferently, "Don't worry, you'll soon know the difference between you and me!"
"Whoosh!" With the sound of air breaking, Hei Wu arrived in front of the black-clothed man in an instant. His movement was as fast as a ghost. The iron rod in his right hand turned into an afterimage as he fiercely chopped down.
Seeing that Hei Wu had finally made his move, the black-clothed man's fighting spirit soared. With confidence in his own strength, he actually blocked Hei Wu's attack with his bare hands. The surface of his fist was surrounded by lightning, and its power was even stronger than Hei Wu's.
"Bang!" A light explosion sounded in the air. Hei Wu was pushed back by this punch. Obviously, the black-clothed man still had the upper hand in terms of strength. However, the black-clothed man's face didn't show any joy at this time. This was because on his left hand that had collided with Hei Wu's attack, a wisp of black air had unknowingly stuck to it. It emitted an evil and cold aura, and gave him an uncomfortable feeling of numbness.
With a thought, the black-clothed man increased the power in his hand. With a crackling sound, the wisp of black air was evaporated. Only then did his left hand feel normal again.
"My attack may not look very overbearing, but it is poisonous and can numb a person's perception. It seems that your Lightning Dou Qi has a certain purification effect, but I don't know how much Dou Qi you can squander."
Seeing Hei Wu's strange smile, the black-clothed man coldly snorted. The tip of his foot lightly touched the ground, and his entire body flew towards his opponent like an arrow leaving the bow. At the same time, the edge of his palm lit up with white light.
Hei Wu's pupils shrank, and his entire body tensed up. He had already seen this move before, and its power was simply extraordinary. He also didn't have the confidence to take it head on, so his entire body dodged to the right like a wisp of smoke.
Thus, the two of them staged a tug of war in the arena. Every time the black-clothed man got close, Hei Wu would do everything in his power to dodge the lightning strike. He would rather take the opponent's other punch or kick than let the fatal white light touch him.
Not long after, the black-clothed man, who had been maintaining his battle state, finally had no choice but to disperse the lightning in his palm. Although the consumption wasn't too great, it wasn't a solution for him to not be able to hit his opponent. This would only continue to waste his dou qi.
However, the moment the black-clothed man withdrew his battle state, Hei Wu began to madly counterattack. The two sticks in his hands turned into countless stick shadows, and smashed down like a storm.
The black-clothed man focused his mind to block, and finally, his defense was watertight. However, when the two of them separated, the black-clothed man's arms were once again stuck to the black-clothed man's arms. A strong numbness surged up like a tide. The black-clothed man's eyebrows tightly knit together. He once again increased the power, and only then did he manage to purify the air. However, the excessive consumption of dou qi caused his breathing to become slightly hurried.
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