Everyone else will be defeated by the sheer speed and ferocious attacks.

This is Sun Xiang's own path. Different from Tang Hao and the leaders of hundreds of schools, where various schools come together, it is a simple and ultimate attack!

"It's okay to knock him down like this now, but this approach will seriously consume this kid's career life." Guo Mingyu smacked his mouth and said with some worry.

"At all costs for victory... this kid has turned into a lunatic." Fang Rui yawned, his words less ridiculing and more respectful.

Slowly, slowly, slowly! Too slow, too slow!

The finished glyph, like the cursed arrow falling from the meteor shower, could not touch the body of the God of War at all. Under the slight shaking, it did not even move in the eyes of the audience. In this way, it forcefully broke through Rousseau's haste.

The line of defense laid down below.

"Did you see clearly..."

"No, How about you?"

"No……"

Lao Wu and Lao Wei looked at each other, both filled with helplessness. Why do they feel that in less than three months, they have been completely abandoned by the entire Glory Professional League?

"The God of Fighting, this is the God of Fighting! Xiao Tang, have you seen it! The God of Fighting is really back!" Chen Guo said incoherently while holding Tang Rou.

Tang Rou smiled helplessly, but looking at the figure on the stage, there was no longing in her eyes, only a deep fighting spirit.

Almost reaching the extreme, after passing through the defense line, between the choice of pain technique and soul striking technique, Sun Xiang chose pain. The next moment, Que Xie raised his body, and the dazzling patterns brought by the sky strike condensed on the body of the God of War.

Got you... hello and bye!

Like a storm? Rousseau, a college graduate, didn't even know how to describe Sun Xiang like this.

Are the Chinese team all this kind of devil-like guys?

Rousseau felt a little unwilling. He had already seen his end, but he was still unwilling. His tactics had not yet been fully developed. How could he die under the opponent's spear like this? It was obviously the simplest fast attack. As long as he gave

If you get the chance...

However, no one gave him any chance. In this arena, there are never ifs, only results.

Mention it again, mention it again! It’s great! Can it be faster?

Sun Xiang's expression became a little ferocious. Short attacks, long attacks, grabs, controls... successive attacks were used in his hands without interruption. The connection between each skill was so natural and beautiful.

, and even remember to use basic attacks to delay the cooling curve.

Kill, kill, kill! It’s not as good as Lord Grim’s rhythm. Faster, even faster!

Huh? Broken?

Shock appeared on Sun Xiang's face. How could it be possible? How could the opponent escape from such an attack? Damn it... there was something wrong...

【glory】!

Sun Xiang scratched his head in confusion. It turned out that it was not his opponent who had found a way to escape, but that he was already dead.

That's it, win?

However, it was not enough. It obviously felt like it could be faster... The fighter's will dissipated, and the power of the dazzling patterns carried on his body dissipated. Looking at the person who fell in front of him, Sun Xiang suddenly felt a little boring.

I hope the next person can make me have more fun...

"... In the first round of the arena competition, Sun Xiang won easily, with 92% of his health remaining and 47% of his mana remaining..." Pan Lin stammered: "Photo

If this continues, maybe Sun Xiang will be able to complete the first one-through-three in the knockout rounds?"

"This..." Li Yibo was a little confused, but finally nodded.

He didn't want to pour cold water on it, but could Sun Xiang survive three games in such a state?
Chapter completed!