"Who is so unlucky? Was it captured by the number 8 family of the top ten families? "
At this time, there were sounds of discussion around Liu Xiaobei.
"It's that unlucky bastard from the number 87 family!" Someone in the crowd responded.
While they were discussing, the warrior sent by the number 87 family began to ascend the arena. He looked like a majestic warrior, and his size was not inferior to that of the warrior from the number 8 family!
The weapon he carried was a broadsword that weighed about 20 kilograms. Judging from the weapon, his strength should be slightly weaker than that of the warrior from the number 8 family.
He looked very cautious. After walking onto the arena, he immediately summoned a Speed Boost Talisman.
"I didn't expect that the 87th ranked family would also have a good warrior, but it's a pity …"
As the warrior from the number 8 family spoke, he also summoned a Speed Boost Talisman without being careless.
But before he finished speaking, he had already slapped the Speed Boost Talisman on his body and raised the machete in his hand to attack.
The warrior from the number 87 family also slapped a Speed Boost Talisman and swung his broadsword to meet the attack.
In terms of speed, they were basically equal, but the warrior from the number 8 family suppressed the warrior from the number 87 family in terms of strength and skills.
The confrontation between the two was very intense. In just over 20 seconds, the warrior from the number 87 family had clearly lost. He kept retreating and was almost at the edge of the arena.
At this moment, the martial artist of the 8th Family suddenly roared. His machete suddenly sped up a bit and slashed diagonally at the martial artist of the 87th Family.
It was too late for the warrior from the number 87 family to dodge, so he could only raise his sword to block. But surprisingly, he was not able to block this sword at all. At the same time the broadsword was slashed away, he was also dismembered by the machete!
Seeing this scene, Liu Xiaobei could not help but narrow his eyes. It was obvious that the warrior from the number 8 family had done this on purpose. He must have been holding back before. Even in such a situation, he could have won steadily, but he suddenly made a killing move!
He had the intention to kill!
"He's trying to establish his prestige!"
Supervisor Duanmu, who was on the side, also exclaimed.
The one surnamed Yi's expression also turned ugly. He said to Liu Xiaobei, "Young Master, this is the beginning. I'm guessing that the later battles will be very bloody."
"If I go up now, Liu Xiaobei will chop that grandson in half with his axe!" Old Wu, who was sitting in the back, interrupted.
"Looks like our plan might have to change. Originally, we just wanted to agree, but it seems like we have no choice but to be ruthless," Black Bow said.
"Continue watching."
Liu Xiaobei didn't say anything. The others didn't say anything.
"No.8 Clan versus No.87 Clan. No.8 Clan wins the first battle."
At this moment, three city guards walked onto the stage. Two of them carried the corpse away while the other announced.
Then, he shouted again, "No. 8 family versus No. 87 family, the second battle begins!"
After he finished shouting, he left the arena. As for the eighth clan, the bald martial artist was still holding a bloody machete. He stood on the stage and looked down proudly. His gaze was even more unruly!
After waiting for half a minute, there was still no one on the stage.
"Could it be that the 87th clan is going to admit defeat?" At this time, the crowd was already discussing.
"Is there anyone else who wants to die?"
The martial artist of the eighth clan also arrogantly shouted.
At this time, the crowd all looked at the dozen or so people who were also seated some distance away from us.
Liu Xiaobei also understood that they were from the 87th clan.
One of them was a middle-aged man who was sitting in the middle. His clothes were the most luxurious. He should be the patriarch of the 87th clan.
His face was very ugly. What were the people around him saying to him?
After they chattered and discussed something, a martial artist sitting in the back finally stood up, walked out from the crowd, and walked up to the arena.
This martial artist's figure was a bit thin. When he walked onto the stage, he had already summoned a two-handed servant knife in his hand.
When he saw the two-handed servant knife in his hand, Liu Xiaobei suddenly understood that one couldn't judge a book by its cover. Although this martial artist looked thin, that two-handed servant knife was definitely not less than 25kg!
From this point, it could be seen that the strength of the thin martial artist was definitely much stronger than that of the 87th clan's martial artist.
Moreover, from the looks of his figure, his agility should also be higher.
When the bald martial artist of the eighth clan saw the thin martial artist again, he also narrowed his eyes. From the looks of it, he had already started to take this matter seriously!
Both of them didn't waste any time and first slapped a Speed Talisman on themselves!
Once they got onto the stage, they could attack. If they didn't slap a Speed Talisman on them in time and were killed, it would be too tragic!
After slapping a Speed Talisman, it also meant that both sides had started to attack. After all, no idiot would chat while the Speed Talisman was still in effect!
However, before the thin martial artist of the 87th clan moved, he quickly threw something into his mouth.
Violent Pill! Even an idiot could see at this moment that he had swallowed a Violent Pill.
Meanwhile, the martial artist of the eighth clan had already raised his machete and was about to rush forward! However, when he saw this scene, he hurriedly put away his machete and summoned a Violent Pill from his space to swallow it.
However, the martial artist of the 87th clan seemed to want to stop him from swallowing the Violent Pill. He quickly leaped up, swung the two-handed servant knife, and rushed towards him.
The martial artist of the eighth clan hurriedly withdrew and threw the Violent Pill into his mouth as he retreated!
Obviously, the plan of the martial artist of the 87th clan to stop him from swallowing the Violent Pill had failed!
However, to everyone's surprise, just as the martial artist of the eighth clan swallowed the Violent Pill and was about to counterattack …
However, the martial artist from the 87th clan quickly retreated and then jumped off the arena.
This scene caused the surrounding people to still have a look of shock on their faces. Their faces were full of confusion!
This change happened so quickly that even Liu Xiaobei was stunned. He really didn't expect such a thing to happen.
What the f * ck was going on?
Could it be that the martial artist of the 87th clan was sick and wasted a Speed Talisman and a Violent Pill to jump off the stage?
And he even lost a chance?
"F * ck! What's going on? Is that martial artist of the 87th clan sick in the head? "
Seeing this situation, the boss behind him sighed.
"He must be sick!" Old Wu also echoed.
It seemed that there were many people who had the same idea as Liu Xiaobei.
The surrounding people's discussions also instantly became noisy at this time. After they recovered from their state of shock, they began to discuss …
"I think I understand! Good plan! The 87th clan has a wise man! "
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