Seeing the name Mochizuki Sanbei, Li Muye realized that the Japanese entered the underground city first.
Mochizuki Sanbei has won five games in a row, which shows that he has been here for a long time. Then he thought that if the Japanese people had a deep collusion with Nan Xie, they should be able to enter the eighth floor as guests, so why bother coming here to make such an arrangement.
"When will the contest between these two people begin?" Li Muye asked.
"If you want to see it, I can have them schedule it for four hours later," Diane Kruger replied.
Li Muye nodded and said: "Then let's arrange it this way first."
The two of them talked and came together outside the central arena. Diane Kruger exercised her authority to check the situation in the field, looked at the time, and said: "In a few minutes, there will be a battle in which residents challenge intermediate protoss warriors. Do you want to take a look?"
"Then let's take a look." Li Muye followed Diane Kruger into the central arena.
It is not a place to be entered casually. Ordinary residents can either use marks to buy a ticket to enter, or they can enter with the master of the Gods who have sufficient authority.
Diane Kruger’s authority is naturally no problem. Li Muye followed her into the several-hundred-meter-long entrance passage. Before the soundproof door at the end was opened, he heard the roaring sound of the audience.
"This place can accommodate up to 800,000 spectators. The boxes in the front row belong to the Elders' House, the Nanshan Association and the top military officials. The seats in the back are also arranged in order of status. The second row belongs to generals and district security Officers and scientists of the Presbytery, the third to tenth rows belong to school-level officers." Diane Kruger led Ono to an open box in the fifth row and sat down, and continued to introduce : "The positions in the back will be equipped with display screens. Once the game starts, there will be four huge display screens in the field. The Gods are a martial nation. As long as there is a game in the central arena, the place will be full."
"Can I place a bet?"
"Okay." Diane Kruger clicked on the touch-screen computer in front of her, then scanned the identity code on her wrist to check the situation of the two warring parties, and introduced: "Today's challenger is named Blake, he is thirty-two years old. He is a North American boxer who is 185 centimeters tall and weighs 200 pounds. The maximum impact of his straight right hand is 800 pounds. He is a black man and had a short career as a professional boxer. He won eight out of eight fights and won all his opponents by KO. .. ... "
"There's no need to read on." Li Muye interrupted her and said, "We'll look at it later when people come out. These data don't mean much in a high-level confrontation."
A few minutes later, Blake appeared on the stage, with his explosive muscles shining like steel, dragging two thick iron chains, tied to the pillar at the end, and the iron chains were tightened by him, making a buzzing sound. The momentum was astonishing.
This black man's natural physical strength is by no means inferior to that of Gambia.
There were countless boos in the stadium. Li Muye closed his eyes and concentrated on listening to Blake's heartbeat and breathing in the chaos.
"Want to place a bet?" Diane Kruger asked.
"Wait a little longer and see what happens to his opponent." Li Muye said with a slight frown.
Accompanied by tsunami-like cheers, the intermediate warrior of the Protoss appeared on the stage, a young man with blond hair, holding a short sword, wearing a golden armor, with a strong and agile figure, and shining eyes.
Diane Kruger introduced: "His name is Rundstedt. He comes from a famous family and is the son of General Kevin Rudolph of the Second District."
"No need to place bets, there is no suspense in this battle." Li Muye said: "Blake is dead."
"Blake can also choose weapons and armor." Diane Kruger said: "The odds are one-sided, or are some people betting on him in case he wins?"
"This is not possible." Li Muye said calmly: "Blake's real trump card is his left hand, but it only has a thousand pounds of power at most. His boxing skills and physical condition are close to the most perfect level that human talent can achieve. It's a pity that his opponent is a perfect killing machine cultivated and designed by scientific means. Every movement of this kid complies with the laws of mechanics. His blood and energy are smooth and his body is in optimal condition. His opponent has no chance at all."
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"Aren't you also optimistic that Blake's physical condition is close to perfect?" Diane Kruger was still a little unwilling.
"That refers to the state he has reached, not the current situation." Li Muye said: "This Blake's situation is very poor, far from his personal best."
Diane Kruger said: "I really don't understand how you made this judgment. The Blake I saw seemed to be in good condition. You can see that such a thick chain was pulled straight by him, and it felt like it was about to break. "
Li Muye didn't say anything, but suddenly glanced to the left and said, "There are three women over there looking at you. They have already gotten up and are coming over here. Are they your friends?"
Diane Kruger half-turned around to take a look, then immediately turned around and said: "The two tall blond guys are Bei Angel, the short guy is Sandra, and the black-haired guy is called Tschener. All three of them are from me in Hamburg." My classmates in college, these ladies are members of the Nanshan Society, and they have always been very unfriendly to the servants of God, so you should be careful."
Li Muye nodded and said, "They seem to be doing well."
While they were talking, three women had already walked over, stepped into Diane Kruger's box one after another, and greeted each other happily. The tall blond Bei Anqi turned her attention to Li Muye and said, "Diane. Kruger, is this beautiful oriental boy your newly recruited servant of God?"
This girl's skin is slightly rough, but her appearance is not bad. Her figure is better than Diane Kruger, but she still has the heavy body of a middle-aged person. Li Muye measured it with his eyes, waved his hand to indicate that Diane Kruger did not need to introduce her, smiled and stretched out her hand, saying: "Beautiful Ms. Bei Anqi, it is an honor to meet you here."
Bei Anqi followed the sound and looked over, their eyes facing each other. The man's eyes were as dark as ink and as deep as the sea, and they seemed to have sucked her gaze in at once. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to shake the man's hand, and said in a panic: "Hello, Bianchi Heydrich, this is my full name."
Li Muye nodded with a smile, grabbed her plump and soft hand, and used his mind power to control the nano-robot to extend his fingers into the meridians of her body. With a few tricks, half of her body was sore and hot, her blood was surging, and she could not control herself. While she was feeling dizzy, she smiled and said, "It looks like I'm going to have a new friend here."
Bei Anqi's neck turned red. A stag suddenly rushed into her heart, exuding a strong hormonal scent, which made her feel dry and dizzy. She immediately said subconsciously: "This is my honor."
"Hi!" Sandra said dissatisfiedly: "Bessie, what are you talking about? You just met this man for the first time, and you don't even know his last name."
"This is Sandra." Bei Anqi immediately introduced: "Sandra Fritz, my classmate and colleague."
"Thank you for the introduction." Li Muye turned to look at Sandra, locking her with the same gaze, and asked: "Beautiful lady, I am honored to have this..."
A few minutes later, there was only laughter in Diane Kruger’s box.
"Dear Lee, I really can't wait to know how you cured Diane Kruger's body odor." The black-haired Tschner's eyes flashed with unabashed appreciation and desire, and he didn't even look at it for a moment. Looking at Brother Xiaoye, he said: "This problem cannot be solved even by stem cell transplantation, which is said to be a cure-all."
This is a slightly aggressive and discriminatory question, a typical reaction between women who are jealous of each other.
Li Muye immediately stood up and came behind her, put his hands on her shoulders, moved them down to her armpits, and then asked politely: "Is that okay?"
"Of course." Tschner's voice trembled, he took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and tried his best to endure the desire in his heart.
Brother Ono's magic hand gently stroked the skin in her sensitive area. The nano-robot slightly stimulated the meridians, causing waves of shivers like an electric shock. The wonderful touch made Tschena's scalp explode with excitement and comfort, and she let out a cry unbearably. Whisper softly. This bitch was so sensitive that she rolled her eyes and then her pants got wet.
Li Muye then used the same technique on two other women one after another. It was just an ordinary technique for calming and calming the body, but when used by his skillful hands, it had the wonderful effect of seizing the creation of yin and yang. In addition, he had the secret of mental hypnosis. With this technique, several women were so fascinated by the grooming that they forgot everything in an instant.
At this time, a gong suddenly sounded, and the duel began...
PS: There is another chapter at eleven o'clock. (End of chapter)