Han Xing lost.
Although he realized the meaning of the sword with the last sword, and the gorgeous sword light shocked everyone, he was still defeated, clearly defeated.
Being choked by Tang Ling's sword, do you need any more explanation
The audience's thunderous applause continued!
No matter how boring the previous sword moves were, the bloom at the last moment was enough for all ordinary people to recognize the word 'powerful'.
The Arena of the Dead is indeed a legendary arena. Non-legends have no qualifications to be on stage. Being on stage is a joke.
For example, Grady, who everyone thought was very powerful before, despite having an undefeated record of twelve consecutive wins, was a joke to the ring of the dead.
Amid thunderous applause, Tang Ling put down his sword and sat cross-legged on the ring.
The battle with Han Xing was very exhausting, and he had to use this short time to recover quickly.
At this moment, Tang Ling couldn't help but look to the other side.
He saw that Bi'an had gotten a piece of bubble gum from somewhere. When Tang Ling looked at her, she was blowing a bubble.
'Pop', the bubble burst, their eyes met, and the other side smiled gently at Tang Ling.
In fact, her eyes never left Tang Ling, and whether it was Grady or Han Xing, she had to thank Tang Ling for being able to defeat them.
Otherwise, as long as they showed a hint of wanting to fight Tang Ling to death, or they did something a little too much to Tang Ling.
Then, their current fate should be worse than death.
The Weeping Clown once again stood in the center of the ring and looked at Tang Ling: "Kuai Hu, thank you so much for bringing us a wonderful game. You see, you are only one step away from the final victory. ”
"Unfortunately, according to the rules, the game must continue." At this point, the Crying Clown's tone became fanatical again: "Look, this is the Arena of the Dead, which is both the birthplace of legends and the cruel place of death."
"So, where is our next challenger? Even though this game has a bit of a 'take advantage' meaning, victory is victory! Isn't it? If the defender can't persist, it doesn't deserve to be called legend."
"Come on, who will be the next challenger? I'm really looking forward to it." The wailing clown's series of words began to stir up the atmosphere again.
What are you waiting for? You only have one chance!
At this time, many talented young people have begun to take action. They want to compete for the last qualification to challenge.
Although, in the battle with Han Xing just now, 80% of the people were almost certain that the person on the stage was Tang Long!
**
"Go check this boy's identity."
"Go and check."
"Interesting. The last sword speaks volumes. Go ahead. I'll know his identity in fifteen minutes."
"Find out the identity of this turbaned boy. In ten minutes, I will have all his information on my desk."
In the arena of the dead, the third battle has not yet begun.
Some people who had watched the first two battles in various ways were already curious about Tang Ling's identity.
Despite speculation, these people still want firm answers.
Behind this answer is not only the satisfaction of curiosity, but also the struggle for many interests, the big event in May, and a certain prophet with the gift of prophecy who is only known to a few people. An important prophecy!
This prophecy is even related to the pattern of the world in the future.
Checking is a must.
But soon, all the forces that began to explore Tang Ling's identity, except for the Dark Harbor, received a letter.
There is no specific content in the letter, only a signature - Ai Chi Lou, and an abstract pipe symbol.
What needs to be said? Nothing needs to be said.
Tang Ling's identity has been revealed, but this letter also explains some problems.
At least these forces who knew Tang Ling's identity were silent. They must not touch anything about Tang Ling now.
Unless, they want to annoy the owner who sent this letter.
**
Under the instigation of the Weeping Clown, and amid various complex emotions, almost all the talented young people were moved and wanted to seize the qualifications for this final battle.
But no one dared to act rashly.
Because the area beneath the arena has turned into a 'Thunder Pond', and as long as it is touched, it will erupt with astonishing destructive power.
Yes, those who can be called geniuses cannot be measured by just basic data. They have already begun to master their talents to some extent.
And by mastering talent, you can exude an aura with your own innate attributes. This aura also has a huge deterrent effect, at least ordinary people cannot bear it.
The Weeping Clown watched all this with great pleasure. If these talented teenagers started fighting under the ring, it would become a huge news event in the future.
There is no sense of right and wrong in the ring area. What they need is heat, heat that should never dissipate. The more exciting and chaotic, the better the heat.
So, the Crying Clown just watched quietly.
Tang Ling also quietly sat cross-legged on the ring and waited. How could he not sense this condensed momentum with his precise instincts
Because this momentum was gathered by too many talented young people, it has almost become substantial.
Anyone who wants to take the stage must endure the oppression brought by this momentum, so the next person to take the stage must be very powerful.
On the east side of the ring, the young man carrying a spear behind his back and wearing an ancient Chinese style coiled military robe took the first step.
Less than ten meters to his side.
A young man with silver hair and a pale face also took a step forward.
To the west, the girl with a hot figure and wearing a short cheongsam was already moving towards the ring. At the same time, a clean young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, like a messenger of justice, did not lag behind.
The burly boy with dreadlocks, the sickly boy, the boss of Dark Nine Feathers, the boy with a little peacock squatting on his shoulder
Among these geniuses, none of the people who stood at the top were willing to be outdone and began to move towards the ring.
But the further they moved forward, the stronger the aura released by everyone, and every step became very difficult.
However, at this moment, there was a graceful figure, light and as if there was no pressure at all, walking directly to the steps of the arena.
who is it? !
This sudden change made everyone raise their heads and look at that figure.
But where could I see her true appearance clearly? She was wearing a black, rough and ugly mask.
She had her hands behind her back, her steps were naughty, and she blew a bubble from time to time.
who is she
Do you still need to ask? As long as there is no problem with the memory of these talented teenagers, they will all remember the previous scene, where they were stupidly shouting in the audience, "Little Tangtang, come on!" 'Girl!
She wants to go up? Is she that strong
"What are you doing?" Tang Ling scratched his hair angrily and stood up.
If possible, he wanted to fight three times in a row in the Deadman's Arena with dignity, and then get what he needed most, and the other side also disrupted the situation at this time
Or, does she want to have a fight with herself? Tang Ling blinked. I'm afraid only a combat madman like him with weird thinking could think of this.
And thinking about it, I was actually a little excited! That Bian An can easily take the stage with such momentum shows that Bian An is very powerful.
After a fight, Tang Ling might become passionate instantly.
Then he watched helplessly as Bi An walked onto the ring while blowing bubbles.
"What are you doing? Let's cheat some Black Sea coins with you." There was a naughty smile on the corner of Bian's mouth.
"Didn't you come here to fight with me?" Tang Ling was a little annoyed.
"Nonsense." At this point, Bi'an suddenly paused and looked at Tang Ling: "Do you want to fight me?"
"Ah?" Tang Ling suddenly felt a little embarrassed, what should I say? It's okay to fight with a girl. In this world, there is no difference just because you are a girl. But fighting with the other side is not a bit too much. I feel like I can't do it.
The two of them were just talking to each other, and even the wailing clown blinked a few times. What's going on? But this situation is not outside the rules
The Weeping Clown hasn't figured out the situation yet, but someone in the audience is already dissatisfied and starts yelling: "The Dead Men's Arena wants to be unfair, right? This woman is clearly an accomplice of Kuang Hu!"
"Yes, can accomplices also compete in the ring? Isn't this obvious fraud?! Can I also bring a few accomplices to compete in the ring in the future?"
"Yes, with just a few accomplices, can we win easily?"
These words were very sharp, and the top geniuses who were speculating on the identity of the other side also stopped and wanted to wait and see the development of the situation.
"You can call up the pre-game video to see if they are accomplices." Now someone has started to make suggestions.
The Weeping Clown's expression became serious. If it was a fight between accomplices, it would indeed be a very unusual thing, and it could also be considered a loophole in the rules. He wanted to say something.
But at this moment, Bi'an suddenly took a step forward, looked at the crying clown and said: "The Outlaws' Arena is the freest arena, right?"
"Yes, beautiful lady. However, the premise must be fair, right?" The Crying Clown answered smartly.
"But I think there is no absolute fairness. Fairness is strength, right?" Bi'an asked again.
"This is in line with the iron rule of Dark Port, fairness is strength." The Weeping Clown answered directly.
Indeed, there is no fairness in the Port of Darkness, only absolute strength.
"That's good. I now directly admit that I am Kuanghu's accomplice." A cold smile appeared on the corner of Bi'an's mouth.
Even though the mask covered her face, her smile still had a heart-stopping beauty.
"I also welcome your doubts, but now I want to say that the challenger in this third game is me."
"If you have the strength, come and deprive me of my qualifications. If not, then shut up, okay?" Bi'an said these words very gently, but there was an icy coldness in the gentleness that could not be removed.
As he spoke, Bian slowly raised his hand and took off his mask.
No one could be unfair to Tang Ling and try to steal Tang Ling's victory when he was so exhausted.
If someone wants to do this, the other side will not hesitate to give this person the greatest injustice. I'm sorry, you are not even qualified to be on stage!
(End of chapter)