Commanding Wind and Cloud

Mu Nazhence set his sights on the Gan family's camp again. In every rookie king contest, the camp of the three ultimate bloodline fighters is always the most eye-catching.

Today, they are still the most striking.

The lineup of the three ultimate bloodline fighters is not the largest, but it is the most powerful one.

Gan Wushuang is like a leader, standing at the forefront of the Gan family camp, behind him is his special team, and his whole body exudes a sense of confidence.

Gan Wushuang sensed the dull gaze of Zhen Ce, and quickly turned around to give him a polite smile.

Mu Na Zhen Ce nodded lightly, and he was completely sure of the doubts in his heart. Qi Jin and Gan Wushuang had met in the first opening match.

Gan Wushuang's confident smile was transferred to the energetic body. These days, the energetic is too showy, so in the first round of the Rookie King Competition, just kill him and let him know that his strength is just a dream!

That's right! Don't give him more opportunities to fight with others, don't give him more opportunities to increase combat experience, and at the same time don't give him opportunities to increase his popularity.

Gan Wushuang's confident smile reveals full arrogance. The Patriarch is right. If you encounter an opponent you want to kill, just kill him. Sending people over and over again to let him increase his combat experience is the most stupid way.

Mu Nazhence quickly glanced at other positions. Today, not only some fighters from the three ultimate bloodline warriors are here, but also some young fighters from the top ten bloodline warrior families are here. Apart from them, the most noticeable ones are the barbarian warriors who came from the barbarians.

Whether it is the Newcomer King Contest of the Zhence Dynasty or the New Demon King Contest of the Demon Race, the barbarians will send warriors to participate.

"What are you looking at?"

A provocative voice suddenly sounded from the phalanx next door to Qian Jin, and Fentu Kuangge frowned slightly. The phalanx next door belonged to the phalanx of Explosive Bear blood, and the words were clearly aimed at him.

Hall Steel! Fentu Kuangge knew this bear-blood warrior who was over thirty years old. He was the one who was almost defeated by Fentu Kuangshou back then. As a result, this seemingly rude guy actually did something secretly. He didn't expect to meet him here again today.

Huoer Gang's bear eyes were full of provocation, and he looked up and down Fentu Kuangge: "You are the Fentu Kuangge with two saints in one body, right?"

Duanfengbuer raised his eyebrows and looked at Hall Steel curiously, it's interesting! Usually, most of those who dare to provoke their own group are arrogant and ignorant of our strength. The Hall steel in front of us, the warrior with the blood of the bear, obviously understands the strength of Fentu Kuangge.

One body and two saints, even in the state of virtual saints, it is equivalent to almost double virtual saints, and has an absolute advantage in battle, not to mention the current Fentu Kuangge has already hit the realm of real saints.

"You were the one who hit my brother, right?" Huo Gang looked at Fentu Kuangge: "You hit too hard!"

Fentu Kuangge rolled his eyelids: "You didn't have a dark heart, so what if I hit your brother when you hurt my brother that day?"

"Fentu screaming? So what if I hurt him?" Hall steel sneered: "On the battlefield of humans and demons, do you know the value of a blood warrior? That is far greater than your ordinary fighters! You hurt my brother, causing him to stop awakening power. You are irresponsible to the Zhence Dynasty and the entire battlefield of humans and demons!"

He glanced weakly at Hall Steel. This bear warrior represented the way of thinking of most blood warriors.

"Want to avenge your brother?" Fentu Kuangge pointed to the ring not far away: "As long as you keep winning, you can meet me there. But I want to make a statement, if you meet me, I will break all your bones."

"Break my bones?" Huoergang laughed loudly: "I know you are one body and two saints, but what about one body and two saints? It has not been a day or two for blood warriors to rule the battlefield. Our blood warriors have the ability to leapfrog battles. You want to know this, right?"

"What about two sages in one body? I have asked about your experience. You were lucky. You got the help of ordinary soldiers to become a sage along the way. In fact, you have never experienced any life-and-death battles. A strong man who has not experienced life-and-death battles cannot stably display his abilities at all. Let me tell you the truth, I have killed more demons in the human-devil battlefield than you have ever seen."

Duanfengbuer couldn't help but burst out laughing, didn't Fentukuangge ever experience a life-and-death battle? Take off the clothes on Fentu Kuangge and look at those scars! Any discerning warrior can analyze from those scars how many times he has experienced struggles on the verge of life and death.

Killed more mortals than ever seen? Mu Na Zhen Ce couldn't help laughing, who has entered the Demon Race in such a high-profile way? Only my own group of people! Living in the demon clan every day, I don't know how many demon clan I have seen.

Motivation is too lazy to talk to the bear-blooded fighters. The contestants of this rookie king contest, the strong ones cannot be counted with the palm of your hand. Anyone who dares to participate in everything is a person with very strong strength.

Thirty-year-old Huo Gang, he is a full ten years older than Qian Jin's generation, and his strength will not be much weaker, and all the situation can only be known when he is in the ring.

Your energetic eyes scan all the contestants you can see, what are you doing? Lee's? Jiuyang family?

The enthusiasm quickly swept over everyone, but the doubts in the pupils did not decrease in the slightest, but increased more and more.

Fengyun fighting spirit, mountains and rivers fighting spirit!

The real two common fighting spirits that have challenged the blood warriors throughout history!

Every time the ultimate bloodline power appears, the successors of Fengyun Douqi and Shanchuan Douqi will definitely face challenges.

After hearing Mr. Mie Fangyuan mention it, Jin Jin has been curious to know, where is the inheritor of this generation of mountain and river fighting spirit?

The wind, cloud, and thunder are boundless, while the mountains and rivers have the power of mountains and rivers!

Baolong Zhence tried his best to finish the very long-winded words briefly, and bursts of applause broke out from the crowd.

Baolong Zhence let out a wry smile helplessly. This was not because everyone was moved by his speech, but because they were excited about the next battle.

"Then... now the Rookie King Contest officially begins!"

Baolong Zhence gave an order, and the magicians immediately urged the fire elemental magic to rise into the air, presenting the match list of the opening match in front of everyone.

Enthusiasm vs. Gan Wushuang!

The moment these words appeared in the sky, all the audience in the arena let out a sound of amazement at the same time.

First round! The first round of the Rookie King Contest! It turned out to be the most outstanding blood warrior of the Gan family, Gan Wushuang, against the current most popular energy?

The relationship between motivation and cadres is no longer a secret in the Zhence Dynasty. In an instant, everyone thought that this might be a secret operation to make such a matchup table.

The next moment, there was a sigh like a mountain roar and a tsunami from the crowd.

Motivation, the most promising fighter among ordinary fighters, he thought he could create the best result in the history of ordinary fighters in the rookie king competition, but now... it seems that he is going to create the worst result in history!

Who is Gan Wushuang? Determined by Gan Jia as the most likely ultimate bloodline power awakening warrior of the Elf King's bloodline! Such a person, at worst, will reach the top three, and may even win the existence of the rookie king.

Such a matchup... Apart from sighing, everyone whispered that it was unfair. This kind of matchup table clearly did not give ordinary fighters a chance to stand out.

"What a joke!" Duanfeng Buer frowned dissatisfiedly: "Gan Wushuang's smile really deserves a beating..."

"Gan Wushuang?" Boxley followed Duan Fengbuer's line of sight suspiciously, her brows were full of curiosity: "Where is Gan Wushuang?"

Duanfeng Buer was stunned by Boxli's question, didn't this beautiful demon teamed up with two other outstanding demon warriors from the Mammon Demon clan that day on the battlefield and was almost beaten to death by Gan Wushuang? How could it be possible not to know Gan Wushuang?

"It's not the one standing at the front." Duanfengbuer pouted.

"Is he Qian Wushuang?" Boxley's face showed more puzzlement: "Is he Qian Wushuang?"

"Isn't he the one you saw?" Duanfengbuer was curious.

"No." Boxley shook her head again and again. The person I saw should be a little younger than him.

"Small?" Duanfeng Buer scratched his head: "This is Qian Wushuang."

Boxley nodded and didn't say anything more.

The opening match has always been held at the center of the venue, and people are all focusing on the central ring at this moment.

Gan Wushuang looked up and saw his name, and lightly tapped the ground with his toes, like catkins without weight, and landed lightly in the center of the ring.

He didn't need any explosions, and he didn't need any burst of strength. Gan Wushuang stood quietly on the ring, giving people the impression that this world is his country.

People held their breath nervously and looked at Gan Wushuang in the middle of the ring. For a moment, they forgot what was fair and unfair, and they were all attracted by this unique temperament.

"Motivation, come up! Let you know that no one can challenge the glorious status of blood warriors!" Gan Wushuang lightly raised his hand, immediately adding a bit of invincible momentum.

At this moment, people thought again that the other side of the battle was motivation.

Many people's eyes showed anticipation, and they folded their hands in front of their chests, hoping that even if they could persist in the battle for a few more minutes, it would earn enough face for ordinary fighters and give ordinary fighters a glimmer of hope to become stronger.

The venue where everyone held their breath was exceptionally quiet, and it was not at all felt that there were 200,000 people gathered here.

In this quiet venue, there suddenly sounded an extremely piercing sound of metal rubbing, which was the sound of metal rubbing against the ground.

Squeak... squeak... squeak...

The sound of metal rubbing against the ground made a slow rhythm, and people immediately discovered that the sound of metal rubbing came from behind Qian Jin, or from what Qian Jin was holding in his hand.

throne!

It was a chair forged from pure metal, which looked very much like the throne on which His Majesty the Emperor sat, but of course it was somewhat different from the real throne.

The huge metal throne weighs more than a few thousand catties at a glance.

Ke Jin held the heavy metal throne of thousands of kilograms with one hand, and walked slowly towards the ring step by step.

There are no flashy jumps, no roaring speeches, the motivation is to drag the metal throne in the hand, step by step towards the ring, every step the metal throne will make a harsh friction sound with the ground.

Squeak... squeak... squeak...

Every sound of rubbing not only arouses everyone's curiosity, but also keeps pulling on everyone's hearts like a saw.

Everyone looked at Gan Jin curiously. No one knew what the chair in Gan Jin's hand was for. Could it be a weapon for fighting?

Gan Zhanxuan sat next to Baolong Zhence, felt Baolong Zhence's questioning gaze, frowned and shook his head slightly.

Snake Emperor Pan Hongji and Li Ba looked at each other curiously. When Gan Jin was in seclusion these days, he did hear the sound of metal crashing when he forged something. I thought he was forging weapons, but I didn't expect him to make such a chair?

Could it be that the chair is also of the soul soldier level? Pan Hongji couldn't understand, although someone's fighting spirit was indeed very weird, but this kind of chair is really too much to use as a soul soldier, right?

Everyone looked at Mo Jin curiously.

A short road seems to become extraordinarily long as I drag the chair vigorously forward.

Going up to the arena vigorously, he continued to drag the chair forward for a short distance, lifted the dragged chair high with one hand, and took advantage of the momentum to place the chair, which weighed several thousand catties, firmly on the stone slab of the arena.

boom!

The collision of the heavy metal with the ground was like a drum of war hitting the hearts of everyone, shocking nearly 200,000 spectators at the same time.

Enthusiastically ignoring Gan Wushuang, who was also full of doubts, he raised his hand and gently stroked the back of the chair, turned around the chair, and then...

Momentum sat on this hand-forged metal throne.

His back slowly leaned against the back of the throne chair, his right leg was lifted slightly to rest on his left leg, his upper body turned slightly to the right, his right elbow rested on the armrest of the chair, and he propped his chin on the back of his right hand, quietly looking at Gan Wushuang.

this……

What kind of attitude is this?

What an attitude!

Everyone was shocked by Jin Jin's arrogant attitude to the limit.

Mo Jin's actions now are too arrogant! Where is this for the arena?

Gan Wushuang was also taken aback, this is...

Under the gaze of everyone, Qi Jin slowly said: "If you can make me stand up and leave this chair, I will count it as your victory."

The magicians around used the magic of loudspeaker to transmit the energetic words to the ears of more than 200,000 viewers.

Boom!

In an instant, the entire arena seemed to have been cast with a curse, and after a brief silence for a second, it suddenly fell into the noisiest situation.

Arrogant! Too arrogant! When faced with the strongest young generation of warriors of the bloodline of the Gan family elf king, Jin Jin actually said such words?

Stand up and you win!

This... this can no longer be called contempt... but an insult! That's right! The most public insult ever!

An ordinary soldier actually said such words to a most outstanding blood warrior!

"The stars are above! I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"How could this be? Say something like this?"

"Hey, slap me and let me see if I'm dreaming."

Almost the same doubts erupted from 200,000 people.

Snake Emperor Pan Hongji swallowed a mouthful of saliva in shock, this is really surprising!

Gan Zhanxuan's two knife-throwing eyebrows were completely erected. No matter how much he guessed before the battle, he still didn't expect that Qian Jin would say such a thing and do such a thing.

The other participating fighters in the waiting area were stunned, what's going on? Isn't it too much enthusiasm?

"Let go of all your strength, so as not to leave any regrets." Gan Jin sat on the chair and looked at Qian Wushuang motionlessly: "Don't doubt anything, I am worthy of you."

"You? Worth it for me?" Gan Wushuang's confident smile was filled with anger and anger. He planned to defeat the opponent in the most gorgeous way, but now no matter how hard he killed him, he couldn't get rid of the insult for the time being.

A dignified blood warrior, to be insulted like this!

"Stand up and fight me!" Gan Wushuang looked at Gan Jin coldly: "It's useless to sit on the ground like a kid."

"I need to play tricks?" Mo Jin smiled lightly, a huge fighting spirit rose in his body, it was the aura of becoming a saint!

Without waiting for Gan Wushuang to make any reaction, the second fighting spirit in his body rose directly into the air, that... was still the aura of becoming a saint!

Without waiting for any reaction from the 200,000 spectators, the third fighting spirit in his body also rose into the air, that... is still the aura of becoming a saint!

To be holy...to be holy...to be holy!

All three fighting spirits have become holy! False sage...real sage...true sage!

In a flash of enthusiasm, he fully unleashed the power of becoming a saint, and presented it unreservedly in front of everyone. His tone of voice was still full of calmness: "Let me get out of the seat, or break my seat, and you win."

Gan Wushuang's proud expression became extremely serious, this strength... this strength exceeded expectations by far too much! How can an ordinary soldier have such strength at this age?

beat? how to spell? Qian Wushuang's face is gloomy like black water...

Jin Jin adjusted his sitting posture slightly, and his tone remained calm: "What? Don't you dare to do it? Aren't you a warrior of the blood of the Elf King? Don't you even have the courage to do it? That day, outside the Great Wall! One of my elder relatives, in order to protect my life, faced an opponent much stronger than him. Knowing that he could not win, he still used his life to defend everything he valued most in his life."

Enthusiastic eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes turned to Gan Zhanxuan on the rostrum: "What? Is the warrior of the blood of the elf king not as courageous as an ordinary soldier? Don't even dare to make a move? After you awaken the blood of the elf king, do you only dare to bully those who are weaker than you?"

"Gan Wushuang, you can abstain." Mo Jin smiled lightly: "If you dare not make a move, then abstain."

Abstain? Gan Wushuang's face is gloomy and cold, how can he abstain from this situation! There are a full 200,000 people looking at him!

If you abstain now, there will definitely be more than 200,000 people who will know about it tomorrow! The glory of the Elf King's bloodline warrior family, as well as the glory of his own life, are all over!

Gu Yue Jiaying stood in the waiting table, trying hard to control the wet eyes, not to let the tears flow out of the eyes.

"Enthusiasm..."

Gan Wushuang gritted his teeth, bit by bit the words of resentment squeezed out from between his teeth, and the power of the Elf King's blood in his body fully bloomed bit by bit.

Gan Zhanxuan's face was gloomy and cold. There was no need for such a battle to continue. The gap between Gan Wushuang and his energy was too great. Today's Gan Wushuang is just the peak of the virtual saint. If he meets a blood warrior of the real saint, he can still fight reluctantly. It may very likely stimulate the awakening of blood power.

But now... Qian Wushuang's opponent is the drive to enter the realm of true sages! The strength gap between the two sides is no different than the gap between Fabredis and himself outside the Great Wall that day.

Ten Thousand Laws Soul Domain!

Gan Wushuang opened his soul domain, and the magic elements around him were completely berserk at this moment, and the golden eyes on his forehead were also fully opened. That is the ultimate state of the real magic eye.

Fighting with the blood of the Elf King! Every time such a situation happened in the past, it always attracted the praise of countless people!

Gan Wushuang, at such a young age, has already reached the peak of Xu Sheng! In the past, such a situation would also attract the envy and admiration of countless people.

But, now...

Gan Wushuang felt that the gazes cast by the 200,000 people were no longer admiration or admiration, but endless sorrow and sympathy.

That feeling, that feeling is like a person watching a tied up pig, entering a state of being ready to be slaughtered.

"Is this all your strength?" Ke Jin sat on the throne and quietly looked at Gan Wushuang on the ring: "Then, you should step down from the ring."

As soon as the word "retire from the ring" came out, the palm of the left arm of Jin Jin raised the palm of the air, a palm without too much skill, a simple, direct, and crisp palm of the air!

Gan Wushuang suddenly felt as if he was being repelled by all the power of the heavens, earth and stars. Countless stars fell from the sky, putting him in a situation where he could not dodge or escape.

"The universe is boundless!"

Gan Wushuang felt that the blow was definitely not to repel him, but to kill him. At the same time, he lifted his arms and drew strange marks in the air. His fighting spirit formed a strange big seal, forcibly changing the positions around him, as if he was the real master in the universe. No one or anything could change everything he made!

Desperate! Thunder Dragon Li's spirit was shaken suddenly, Gan Wushuang was really desperate! No wonder he dared to be so confident. I didn't expect him to practice the ultimate skill of the Gan family so early, the Qiankun Wuji Seal!

Qiankun Promise Seal! Boundless, endless!

For a moment, the vitality of the surrounding world suddenly erupted, and Gan Wushuang's strength suddenly increased again!

The special ability of Qiankun Promise Seal! Forcibly extracting the vitality of heaven and earth to bless one's body, so that the body forcibly breaks through the level of strength in a short period of time, and exerts strength that should not be released!

This is a true display of desperation! The Qiankun Promise Seal is extremely lethal, but once the special ability is activated, it has stronger side effects. The user can only display 50% of his strength in the next three days!

This is also almost a fighting method that overdraws one's own strength in advance, except at the moment of life and death! Otherwise, even those who have practiced the Qiankun Wuji seal will not activate that special ability.

Fight? Jiuyang Fenghua nodded lightly. In this case, he can only fight. Maybe he can break through the bloodline strength under this heavy pressure. If it is true... the final result of the battle will become difficult to guess? After all, the special ability of the Qiankun Wuji Seal...

At this moment, Wanfa Divine Eye flickered crazily, and all kinds of auxiliary magic, as if costing nothing, all landed on Qian Wushuang's body, making his aura skyrocket again and again, as if he could step into the Real Saint Realm at any time.

Not anytime! But it's really here!

Under the strong pressure of death, the power of the Elf King's blood in Qian Wushuang's body finally exploded at this moment, and the Ten Thousand Magic Eyes shot out a stronger light again, truly holy!

Moment! Gan Wushuang fully opened up the newly awakened blood power of the Elf King, and under the pressure of death, he entered the realm of the real saint.

"I never intended to kill you. You can't even tell the difference between a real killing and a fake killing... It really disappoints me..."

The energetic words were passed into Gan Wushuang's brain in an instant, and the breath of the overwhelming palm prints did not weaken in the slightest. They collided with the Qiankun Wuji Seal, and did not even look at the various attacking spells flying around.

magic! A powerful one can even seriously injure and kill a true saint who is awakened by Tianji, but Gan Wushuang's magic is obviously not qualified to injure the body of the true saint.

Boom boom boom!

Countless magic bombarded around Qian Jin's body, a huge palm print flew out through the air, and the force field of the Qian Kun Wu Ji seal instantly shattered!

not good! Gan Wushuang wanted to avoid it, but he found that the palm prints of Qi Jin closed the four directions, and the palm prints controlled the heaven and earth arena, and the aura tightly wrapped him around him, obstructing his leaving direction.

In an instant, Gan Wushuang took out a sacred weapon from the Doujie with a flick of his wrist, the Spear of the Elven King! The Spear of the Elven King best suited for the Elven King's Blood Warrior set!

The big gun was like a drill bit in Gan Wushuang's palm. It turned at high speed and pierced towards Qian Jin's volleying palm print.

I can't care less! Gan Wushuang didn't want to fight with Qian Jin and used this sacred spear, but now the strength difference between the two sides is too large, so he has to use all the abilities he can fight!

With the spear in Gan Wu's hands, instead of retreating, he moved forward, one step! two steps! Three steps! The sharp sacristy spear pierced Qian Jin's throat.

This gun suddenly exploded, carrying the power of the holy weapon, which was more than ten times more powerful than before.

Sit vigorously on the metal throne, turn your wrist slightly, and press down with your palm, the whole arm instantly expands several times in thickness, and the mountain pull of a warrior with a burst of bear blood is directly buckled!

Gan Wushuang didn't expect that Qian Jin would pick up the holy weapon spear empty-handed. With a violent shake of his wrist, the entire gun body gave off a stronger shock. Countless sharp thorns composed of magic penetrated from the gun body, and then rotated at a high speed as if it could crush everything.

There are countless hard thorns on the gun body of the spear, which immediately corrected its weakness that was easy to be grasped by people. The high-speed rotation combined with the magic thorns formed a new killer move before the battle.

"Think I can't catch it?" Motivation didn't even look at the sharp thorns, and his big hand directly grabbed the gun body, and the bear's bloodline pulled the mountain to the extreme. The bear roared everywhere in the air with his palm, and his five fingers grasped like big iron pliers.

This is?

Gan Wushuang only felt his heart beating wildly, his whole body was tense, his big vigorous hand was like the big hand of the rumored demon king, and he suddenly raised the spear in his hand, the tip of the spear drew a thin line in the air, cutting the space open, piercing towards the vigorous palm.

The energetic index finger and middle finger buckle towards the middle!

Clang!

There was a sound of metal clashing between the fingers and the spear, and a series of sparks flew around the vigorous fingertips.

The vigorous middle finger and index finger clamped Gan Wushuang's indomitable spear!

The expressions of the young soldiers who could see the battle situation changed at the same time, and they actually clamped the spears with their fingers? This action looks too simple, right?

Motivatedly clamped the spear's wrist and pulled it behind him, the powerful and tyrannical force was released in an instant, and the spear in Ganwu's hands was suddenly snatched away abruptly!

The high-heat friction made Gan Wushuang's palm smell like roasted fresh meat. Before he could react, the overwhelming volley of palms flew again, and directly hit his chest.

Crack...Crack...

In an instant, the bones in Luan Gan Wushuang's chest were completely shattered, and the tyrannical force passed through his body, causing the clothes behind him to swell up high, and finally the clothes couldn't bear the strong penetrating force, and burst into pieces directly.

Gan Wushuang's body flew high and landed directly on the field, making a solid muffled sound with the ground, and slid all the way for tens of meters before stopping.

Crack...Crack...Crack...Crack...

Gan Wushuang's body fell to the ground, and his bones exploded in an instant. He wanted to stand up, but found that no bone in his body was complete.

One palm! With just one palm, all the bones in the body were broken!

Gan Wushuang was lying on the ground struggling to get up, his eyes were full of eyes that could not accept the facts, he was the most outstanding young blood warrior of the Gan family, and in the future he would definitely stand at the top! Now... Now he was seriously injured by a blow of energy!

Didn't leave the throne... really didn't leave the throne!

Gan Wushuang was lying on the ground, looking almost desperately at the momentum on the throne. From the very beginning to the present moment, not to mention forcing him to leave the throne, even making him move even a little bit of body posture has not been able to do it.

how so? how so? Gan Wushuang couldn't accept that all this was true, he just stared blankly at the sky, even forgetting the pain in his body.

The 200,000 viewers were all stunned, and most of them didn't see clearly how Qian Jin took away the weapon, or even how he defeated Gan Wushuang.

People only felt that the battle was over, and the most outstanding blood warrior of the Gan family was now lying on the ground like a dead dog.

How many minutes? Countless people who were looking forward to persisting for a few minutes were stunned, but the battle did not persist for a few minutes... In just a moment, enthusiasm won!

Drive won! How can this be? Although most of the 200,000 viewers supported Momentum in their hearts, they all thought that Momentum would lose in the end. They never thought that Gan Wushuang would lose in just a moment, and the defeat would be so painful.

Many people sneaked a look at Gan Zhanxuan on the rostrum. The Patriarch of the Gan family looked so ugly right now, the opening match!

The opening match is often not necessarily the most exciting, but it is generally very attractive. Usually, the three major bloodline warrior families send a person to fight against ordinary warriors to show the invincibility of the bloodline warriors.

But, today!

Opener! The blood warrior who has never been defeated has been defeated! And Qi is a genius blood warrior of the Gan family! It's embarrassing...

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