"No, we are good brothers." Duan Qing smiled and waved his hand: "If it hadn't been like this, when he asked for help... I would have driven him back long ago."

"...Yes." The still naked man nodded expressionlessly: "But it doesn't matter anymore, as long as I don't lose face."

"What are you going to do in the future...what do you plan to do?"

"Of course it will be decided."

The burly boxer smiled, then turned and walked out of the arena: "The personal debt between me and the Angry Demon can't be regarded as the debt between us and the second best person in the world. If they still like to sing, then

Keep singing with them..."

"The rest of the battle will be left to you." His voice passed over the two guards who hurriedly got out of the way, and then began to drift away: "I still have to go back and make preparations."

"Prepare?"

Looking at the side face of Duan Qing who turned around, Xue Ling Huan Bing asked in a low voice: "What else does he want to prepare?"

"Of course it's the next big thing."

Spreading his hands helplessly, Duan Qing took a deep breath: "Don't worry about it now, our battle is not over yet... Hey, classmates who are number two in the world, do you want to continue fighting?"

"Of course... although I really want to learn how to absorb elements from that guy."

The fiery red hair began to shine violently, and the second-largest president in the world, Demon Resurrection, stood up with a straight face: "But since the foreign aid has left, let's settle the account..."

"Wait a moment."

A steady voice interrupted what he was about to declare, and at the same time, Phoenix Tianwang's hand placed on his shoulder: "Let's not worry about this for the time being."

"What?" the red-haired man shouted: "He is our coach! Your brother! How did you..."

"I didn't say let's forget it. What I said was don't worry about it for the time being."

Making a calm gesture towards the opponent, Phoenix Tianwang quietly pointed to the front of the stand: "Sometimes..."

"The situation will change."

"……Wonderful."

With several loud claps, a long standing figure once again became the focus of the audience who were still discussing the previous battle. However, this player covered his head and face with a black hood.

He didn't seem to care about the eyes he attracted: "It makes me feel very itchy, Mr. Joel."

"...Do you also want to fight, my friend Wushuang?"

"As your follower, I have been so humiliated...don't you want to stand up for the second best in the world?" The mysterious player said loudly: "If you continue to swallow your anger, your allies will also be sad and disappointed.

Woolen cloth."

"You don't need to tell me these big principles. I know the pros and cons very well." Old Joel, who still had his eyes closed, replied in a low voice: "But the second best person in the world has already explained his position before the duel, and now I also

There is no reason…”

"In this case...it's not too late for you to join now."

Interrupting Joel again, the man showed his raised lips: "You don't think that you will escape this throne war just because you are the second best person in the world and go out to fight without permission, do you? Sooner or later, this spot will fall to you.

On the head, instead of hiding behind and being scolded, it is better to take advantage of this opportunity earlier..."

"What do you want to do?" Old Joel suddenly shouted in a stern voice: "You want to command a throne holder by virtue of your identity as an adventurer?"

"No, no, no, this is just my personal suggestion." The hooded man shook his hand hurriedly: "If you are not willing to listen, then I will change my approach... Wushuang."

"Do you want to participate?"

He turned his head with a low smile and asked in a low voice to another player beside him: "For...your master?"

"……no problem."

The player carrying a long bow slowly stood up and looked at the other person.
Chapter completed!