The five previous apostles were each preparing to use their abilities. Of course, the demon hunter would not allow the other party to successfully use them—the apostles’ abilities are well coordinated, and they are enough to deal with any powerful opponent. Waiting for the feeling after being surrounded by various abilities.
"Vampire Touch!"
A dazzling red light appeared from the demon hunter's eyes. Although it disappeared for a moment, it still made the previous apostle who was closest to him tremble. Naturally, the demon hunter would not miss this opportunity—the 10m x 10m arena couldn't hinder him from reaching 16 agility. The opponent's submandibular triangle.
"Snapped!"
"Gah!"
The crisp sound of a punch hitting the flesh, and the crisp sound of the mandible breaking, sounded at the same time. The last apostle who was hit had his feet off the ground, and his body fell back under the ring, unconscious.
"The Burning Hand!"
The demon hunter, who had succeeded in one blow, launched another attack. The heat of the cone-shaped flames was fully displayed on the ring, with almost no dead angle jets, occupying most of the ring. Facing the threat of the flames, two of the last apostles jumped off the ring very wisely—not everyone can face the burning flames calmly.
And the two of them also completed their task - a light blue mask suddenly appeared and enveloped the entire arena, and the faint coldness completely wiped out the scorching heat just now. Moreover, the magic dagger in the hands of the demon hunter was covered with rust at some point, as if it had been tortured for thousands of years, decaying and waiting to die.
"I admit that you are very good!" Jagos on the opposite side of the ring looked at Ye Qi, his eyes full of arrogance: "But a rookie is a rookie! You who have not studied systematically, how can you understand the complementarity of abilities and the strength of cooperation? This is coldness." Barrier, how much can your flame control do here? How much can your hand-to-hand combat ability show when your weapon has been corroded by rust? And how much can you beat me now that you are paralyzed? Ha ha ha ha… "
With Jagos laughing loudly, the people in the arena discovered that the other last apostle was facing Ye Qi's hand emitting a strange purple light.
"Despicable!" The big man standing in the audience yelled and wanted to rush up, but was dragged by the little man beside him: "Calm down! Don't be impulsive! Ye, there is still a chance!"
Although the little man was very affirmative, in his heart, even he didn't believe that even those whose abilities were counteracted, their weapons were corroded, and their bodies were paralyzed would be able to win...
All the newly promoted apostles around looked sad, obviously they also understood how unfavorable the current situation is to Ye Qi...
And the giant man is already preparing to end this "unfair" competition before Ye Qi suffers real damage...
Jagos, who was extremely enjoying the chance of winning, walked slowly towards Ye Qi step by step, with a triumphant smile on his face.
"Do you know what this knife means to me?"
Ye Qi, who was suddenly paralyzed, asked; although the voice was intermittent and unclear due to the paralysis, the people holding their breath in the arena could hear clearly.
"Does it matter?" Jagos looked at the opponent who was about to be trampled by him, and said disdainfully: "I am the winner!"
Anger, unprecedented anger, looking at the rotten dagger in his hand, Ye Qi's eyes were bloodshot, anger mixed with killing intent was constantly brewing!
"Rage technique!"
The power of spells ignited the long-simmering anger and killing intent, turning into the deepest bloodthirsty desire in the heart! The increase of spell resistance is a foreshadowing, and the will save of Berserk is advanced. The angry Ye Qi broke through the paralysis in an instant!
"Bullshit winner!"
Ye Qi, who was speaking intermittently, let out a roar, stretched out his hands and grabbed Jagos, who was close at hand and was not prepared at all, and fell directly over his shoulder, hitting the ring hard!
"That's a memorial John gave to Lao Tzu! Go to hell with me!"
Ye Qi tightly grasped the opponent's single arm, turned around with his backhand and continued to throw over the shoulder again, repeatedly throwing Jagos back and forth as hard as a rag bag.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Gaba! Gaba!"
The dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and the crisp sound of bones breaking resounded throughout the arena.
The people in the audience obviously couldn't react to what happened. When the giant man reacted and called a stop, Jagos, who was caught by Ye Qi, had more than half of his bones broken. And even after hearing the shout of the giant man, Ye Qi didn't intend to stop—whatever the arena! What competition rules! Go to hell with me!
Picking up Jagos who fell on the ground, Ye Qi threw him high with one hand.
"Fireball!"
The fireball full of explosive energy turned into a red meteor and slammed into Jagos in midair. And the giant man who originally wanted to use the same trick to intercept Ye Qi's flame, when he saw that it was not the jet of flame as imagined, but a fireball, he immediately withdrew his hand. A week ago, the scene of the fireball technique that was comparable to the flame control power of the moon-level apostle is still vivid in the giant man's memory. Although the giant man prides himself on the toughness of his body, he does not dare to rely on the fireball full of explosive energy to block it with his bare hands. .
"boom!"
Without any obstruction, Fireball directly hit Jagos in mid-air. In the huge roar, accompanied by countless flames, Jagos was smashed to pieces.
"The last provocation of the c+ level mission is completed; gain experience 5,000..."
After the explosion, the arena was silent, deathly silent. After a few minutes, the newly promoted apostles let out thunderous cheers.
"Won!"
"Long live!"
"Good job, Ye!"
…
The newly promoted apostles rushed to the ring, surrounded the demon hunters and threw them high, each time accompanied by a cheer. And the giant man standing aside scratched his head in distress: "It's over! It's over! What should I do? Why did Ye get into trouble again!"
Although he is not good at dealing with these things, the giant man still quickly thought of a way-notify Nuofa and let him handle it!
…
When the cold-faced man came to the arena, the injured had already been carried away, and the dead had been carried away, even though it was only half a piece of coke...
"Leave it to me!" Comforting his anxious friend who was sweating profusely, the cold-faced man turned his head to look at the demon hunter standing with a group of new apostles, and asked coldly: "Are you very happy?" Miss the Tower of Thorns?"
"Instructor, it's none of Ye's business!" Ava's newly promoted apostle, who had fallen on the ring before, had come to his senses. Although he heard a scar, he still got up and rushed to the cold-faced man to argue loudly: "It's Jia. Goss is too much to cause Ye to shoot, and I am the cause of the incident! If you want to go to the Tower of Thorns, I should also... "
"I will report the matter truthfully this time. Before that, you are all waiting for the news!" The cold-faced man interrupted Ava's words, and reiterated again: "Only the higher-ups can make the decision!"