This is the cruelty of fighting in front of the battle.
There is no such thing as winning two out of three games, and there is no practice of admitting defeat in advance. If you have agreed to limit it to three games, then it must be three games, no more, no less, until death!
In the previous battles between generals, whether the human race was dominant or the demon race was dominant, there was never a precedent for forgiving the other side.
Everyone or monsters will take the opportunity to kill the opponent's team without any mercy!
This time, if the Golden Eyebrows had an absolute advantage, they would surely pursue the victory and kill all the next two teams of the human race. There has never been a day of friendship between the human race and the monsters.
Fu Zhengqing waved his hand and recalled all the remaining twenty-nine players in the battle field to their own battle formation. Those who were injured or disabled were replaced, and then the missing people were supplemented from Dai Xing City.
The second team was fully prepared, and Fu Zhengqing did not even do the most basic shielding, allowing Jin Mei on the opposite side to clearly see the personnel configuration of the human side.
"Jinmei, we are ready, it's time for your people to come on stage, please!"
Fu Zhengqing urged softly, with an extremely comfortable expression on his face.
Generally speaking, there is no point in continuing the next fight. As long as Jinmei is not stupid, he will definitely not throw a real genius monster into death even if he knows that he will lose.
In the following second and third rounds, most of the team members that the demon clan could send to participate in the battle were cannon fodder specifically used to die.
But even so, Fu Zhengqing had no intention of letting them go. He raised his palm and continued to greet Jinmei's old face, making a crackling sound.
In Fu Zhengqing's view, all monsters deserve to die, whether they are geniuses or losers. If one more person dies, the other will gain!
In short, the Red Clan must not be allowed to make the Golden Eyebrow Eagle King feel comfortable.
"Fu Zhengqing, don't be too proud, you will pay the corresponding price for this sooner or later!"
The Golden Eyebrow Eagle King had a stern tone, but he no longer said anything like admitting defeat and begging for mercy, nor did he have the courage to just throw away and ignore him.
This was a rule established beforehand between it and Prince Fu Zhengqing. When the agreement was made, it was evidenced by the rules of heaven and earth. If it wanted to cancel it, it would need to be approved by both it and Fu Zhengqing in order to take effect.
Otherwise, if it dares to unilaterally break the agreement, not to mention whether Fu Zhengqing will spare it, it will also be counterattacked by the rules, and its level will even drop significantly because of this. This is definitely not a situation it wants to see.
After a moment's hesitation, the Golden Eyebrow Eagle King waved his hand, and thirty young Red Eagles appeared again in the fighting field. Their strength was all around the first level, and they should be regarded as the ones with the lowest cultivation level among their Red Eagle clan.
Fu Zhengqing was not surprised at all. The Red Eagle clan was very talented. Even the newly hatched cubs basically started at the level of a first-level monster.
Now these young eagles, which appear to be more than three meters tall, are at least three years old.
Based on the characteristics of monster cultivation, a cub that has not been able to break through to a second or even third-level monster after three full years is basically considered a waste.
Jin Mei so simply dumped the useless descendants of these ethnic groups to die, which can be regarded as using the garbage and taking the opportunity to sort out the redundancy in the tribe.
But even so, Jin Mei's face didn't look good when he saw his bloodline being massacred by the human race. It was like being slapped directly in the face with a loud slap.
In the battle arena.
The battle personnel from both sides were ready, the exit door was closed again, the sky brightened, and the restriction in the ravine in the middle was lifted. Yang Fan and the others also immediately saw clearly the strength of the monsters on the opposite side.
This time, the reaction of the young people in the human team was completely different from last time. They all raised their eyebrows with disgusted expressions on their faces.
"Damn it! Why are they all first-level monsters?"
"It's not fun to kill such garbage!"
"Where are the fifth-level demon generals? Give me another dozen! Get some little demon brats who are not even level two to fool the ghosts?!"
Each of the young warriors looked extremely relaxed and comfortable, and they did not even write a draft when they boasted, as if the ability to kill thirty level five demon generals just now was really their own merit.
Yang Fan stood in the crowd with a very disappointed look on his face. Looking at the thirty first-level demons trembling with fear across from them, he didn't even have the slightest desire to take action.
The top martial artists standing in front of the team turned around and glanced, and immediately their eyes fell on Yang Fan, who was only a fourth-level martial artist.
"Little brother, you, yes, it's you, the little brother wearing the uniform of the South China Martial Arts School!"
The leading peak martial artist waved to Yang Fan very kindly and said: "Little brother, don't say that your brothers won't give you a chance to fight the enemy. Have you seen the group of first-level red eagles opposite? Now, they are all It's yours! Behave well, Lord Fu is watching you, come on! We are here to hold you back!"
What about lying to children
Yang Fan was speechless for a while.
Do these guys really think of him as a soy sauce guy
They were too lazy to deal with those first-level monsters, so they left the cleanup work to themselves, who had the lowest cultivation level among the team.
But.
This is exactly what Yang Fan wants, kill monsters and earn experience. Even if the experience that the current first-level monsters can provide him is already a drop in the bucket, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, so he cannot dislike it.
Yang Fan cupped his hands at the top martial arts masters in front of him, showing an awe-inspiring attitude of taking responsibility. Then he made a mistake and instantly flew towards the group of monster beasts on the opposite side.
"You killed a first-level demonic beast, Red Eagle, and your combat experience has improved. Your energy and blood strength +8, and your spiritual will +1."
"You killed a first-level monster, Red Eagle, and your combat experience has improved. Your energy and blood strength +9, and your spiritual will +1."
“…”
Without any surprise, thirty first-level monsters were all killed in Yang Fan's hands with almost no resistance. For this reason, Yang Fan received 290 points of energy and blood strength, thirty points of spiritual will, and nothing else. There is nothing left.
Yang Fan curled his lips in disgust. Sure enough, in a battle of this level, even the king from the outside was in no mood to lower his will any more. This completely ruined his plan to capture more of the king's will.
"We are so stingy. We are working our butts off inside, but the two kings are not even willing to bear the will of the kings. They are not benevolent at all!"
Yang Fan complained in his heart that he didn't even bother to use the collection technique anymore. There was no need to waste his collection space for some worthless first-level materials.
As for the red eagle corpse on the ground, Yang Fan originally wanted Dahei to sweep it around again, but the silly dog actually showed a disgusted expression and refused to come out, and even said boldly: "I will be here soon." You are a level 6 demon king. Please don’t bring this kind of dishonorable food to me again, it’s a waste of your share!”
"Woof woof! With the flesh and blood of a demonic beast that is lower than the second level, I can't even look at it. Hehe, he is so arrogant!"
Then, Yang Fan rudely gave it a spiritual chain, making this silly dog realize once again that no matter what it became or how high its cultivation level was, its master would always be its master.
If you dare to swell like this again, just cut it off!
Soon, Dahei called his father again with his tail between his legs, but he still insisted not to eat the flesh and blood of those first-level red eagles.
All right!
Yang Fan shook his head speechlessly. He didn't expect that even Dahei, who has the bloodline of the Sky-Swallowing Beast, would start to be picky about food. How can this be justified
He walked back to his team, but before Yang Fan could stand up, the sky above his head once again became dim and void, and thirty monsters appeared again in the battle formation opposite.
The third game started again almost instantly.
Not surprisingly, the task of cleaning up garbage fell on Yang Fan again.
After more than ten seconds, the anticlimactic battle ended. In order to prevent the Golden-Brow Eagle King from becoming angry and launching a sneak attack on the thirty human warriors below, Fu Zhengqing waved his hand to move everyone back as soon as the battle ended. Dai Xingcheng.
When the Golden-Brow Eagle King saw this, he snorted coldly and walked away without even saying hello.
"This is the dogwood fruit you want. I hope you will always have such good luck in the future!"
Before leaving, it threw an animal skin bag to Fu Zhengqing, which contained a hundred thousand-year-old dogwood fruits. It was considered to have completed the final bet, and the battle before the battle was finally over.
Fu Zhengqing stretched out his hand to take the animal skin bag, and then his face, which was full of joy, suddenly changed. He did not bother to check the dogwood fruit in the animal skin bag, and a will shield directly protected all the peak masters who were still guarding the sky above Dai Xing City. Inside.
"Golden Eyebrow! Gibbon Green Ape! You unexpectedly attacked my human grandmaster without authorization. You are looking for death!"
With a loud shout, Fu Zhengqing appeared on the top of Dai Xing City. His face was full of anger. He raised his hand and angrily sent a blow containing all his strength to the west and east directions.
boom!
boom!
Wherever the energy passed, the surrounding space and light seemed to collapse and shatter in an instant, and a black hole as big as the mouth of a bowl was directly revealed in the void.
At this moment, Jinmei, who had escaped thousands of miles away, was hit on the back shoulder. A mouthful of blood spurted out from the eagle's head. The momentum on his body weakened, and his face instantly became sluggish. However, its momentum remained unabated and it was still flying far away. escape.
On the other side, the weaker Gibbon King was directly hit in the chest, piercing the front and back, and most of his internal organs were vaporized. However, even so, the Gibbon King did not die immediately. Blood was sprinkled in the sky and he continued to fly forward. .
With a casual blow, the two demon kings were bleeding. Fu Zhengqing's kingly strength frightened the Sable Beast King and Old Leopard who were still lurking in the dark. They had not fought each other for several years, and this human seemed to have become much stronger.
At this moment, the two beast kings showed off their kingly power and jointly exerted pressure and warning, making Fu Zhengqing dare not attack easily again and continued to pursue the Golden Eyebrow Eagle King and the Long-Armed Beast King.
(End of chapter)