Seeing the name Mochizuki Sanbei, Li Muye knew that the Dongying people first entered the dungeon by themselves.
Mochizuki Sanbei has won five games in a row, indicating that he has not been here for a short time. Then he thought that if the Dongying people had a deep collusion with Nan Jin, they should be able to enter the eighth floor as a guest, so why bother to come here to make this adjustment.
"When will the contest between these two men begin?" Li Muye asked.
"If you want to see it, I can let them arrange it until four hours later." Diane Kruger replied.
Li Muye nodded and said, "Then make arrangements like this first."
The two were talking and came to the outside of the central arena together. Diane Kruger exercised his authority to take a look at the situation in the field, took a look at the time, and said: "A few minutes later, there will be a battle of residents against the intermediate Protoss fighters. Would you like to take a look?"
"Let's take a look." Li Muye followed Dian Kruger into the central arena.
It's not a casual entry here. Ordinary residents should buy a ticket with Mark to enter, or enter with a Protoss master who has sufficient permissions.
Diane Kruger's authority is naturally no problem. Li Muye followed her into the hundreds-meter-long entrance corridor. Before the soundproof door at the end was opened, the audience heard the sound of a tsunami.
"Here can accommodate up to 800,000 spectators. The front row of boxes belongs to the Presbyterian and Nanjihui, as well as the high-level military. The positions at the back are also arranged in order of status. The second row belongs to generals and district public security. Officials and scientists in the Elder’s Home, the third row to the tenth row belong to the school-level officers.” Diane Kruger led Xiao Ye to an open box on the fifth row to sit down and continued to introduce : "The rear position is far away, and it will be equipped with a display screen. After the game starts, there will be four huge display screens in the field. The Protoss is a martial nation. As long as there is a game in the central arena, there will be a full seat here."
"Can you place a bet?"
"Yes." Diane Kruger clicked on the touch-screen computer in front of him, then scanned the ID code on his wrist to check the situation of the two sides of the war, and introduced: "Today's challenger is Blake, thirty-two years old, He is a North American boxer with a height of 185 cm and a weight of 200 pounds. His right hand straight punch has a maximum strike force of 800 pounds. He is a black man. He has a short career as a professional boxer. He has won eight matches and won all KO opponents. .. ... ”
"Don't read it anymore." Li Muye interrupted her and said, "I will wait for people to come out and check it out later. These data are of little significance in high-level confrontations."
A few minutes later, Blake appeared on the stage, his explosive muscles gleaming with steel-like luster, dragging two thick iron chains, tied at the ends to the pillars, the chains were tightened by him, making a humming sound. The momentum is amazing.
The natural strength of this black man is by no means lower than that of Gambia.
Numerous boos sounded in the venue. Li Muye closed his eyes and concentrated his mind to listen to Blake's heartbeat and breathing in the chaos.
"Do you want to place a bet?" Diane Kruger asked.
"Wait a minute to see what his opponent is doing." Li Muye frowned slightly.
Accompanied by the tsunami-like cheers, the intermediate warrior of the Protoss appeared on the stage. A young man with blond hair, holding a short sword in his hand, wearing a golden armor, healthy and agile, his eyes gleaming.
Diane Kruger introduced: "His name is Rondstedt. After the famous door, he is the son of General Kevin Rudolf in the second largest district."
"No need to bet, 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 some people bet on him, in case he wins?"
"There is no such possibility." Li Muye said calmly: "This Blake's real killer is his left hand, but at most it is a thousand pounds of power. His boxing skills and physical fitness are close to the perfect point that human talent can achieve. It's a pity that his opponent is a perfect killing machine cultivated and designed by scientific methods. Every movement of this kid conforms to the laws of mechanics. His blood is smooth, and his body condition is adjusted to the best. The 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 bit unwilling.
"That refers to the state he has reached, not the status quo." Li Muye said: "This Blake's situation is very poor, far from reaching his personal best state."
Diane Kruger said: "I really don't understand how you made this judgment. The Blake I saw seems to be in good condition. You see that the thick chain is pulled straight by him, and it feels like it is about to break. "
Li Muye didn't speak, but suddenly his gaze swept to the left, and said, "There are three women looking at you over there. They have already got up and come here. Are they your friends?"
Diane Kruger half-turned and took a look, then immediately turned around and said: "The two tall blonds are Bianchi, the short one is Sandra, and the dark-haired one is named Tschener. All three are from me in Hamburg. Classmates in college, these maidens are members of the Nansong Society, and have always been very unfriendly to the servants of the gods. You have to be careful."
Li Muye nodded and said yes, and then said, "They look pretty good."
The time to speak, the three women have already walked over, stepped into Diane Kruger’s box one after another, happily and greeted, the tall blonde Bei Anqi turned his gaze to Li Muye and said: "Diane Kruger, is this beautiful Eastern boy your new recruit?"
This girl has a slightly rough skin and looks not bad. She has a better figure than Diane Kruger, but she is also a middle-aged man with a heavy posture. Li Muye took a measurement with his eyes, waved his hand to indicate that Diane Kruger does not need to introduce him, smiled and took the initiative to stretch out his hand, saying: "Beautiful Ms. Bei Anqi, I am honored to meet you here."
Bei Anqi looked over, her eyes facing each other, the man's eyes were as dark as ink and as deep as the sea, and it seemed to draw her gaze all at once. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to shake hands with the man, and said in a flustered manner: "Hello, Bianchi Heydrich, this is my full name."
Li Muye smiled and nodded, grasping her plump and soft hands, and controlling the nano-robot with thought power to stretch her fingers into her meridians. With a few tricks, her half body was sour and hot, and her heart was rushing, making it hard to hold herself. While she was dizzy, she smiled and said, "It looks like I am going to have new friends here."
Bei Anqi's neck was red, and she suddenly ran into a stag in her heart, exuding a strong hormonal breath, which made her feel dry and dizzy, and immediately subconsciously said: "This is my honor."
"Hi!" Sandra on the side said dissatisfiedly: "Besch, what are you talking about? You just met this man for the first time, and you don't even know his surname."
"This is Sandra." Bei Anqi introduced immediately: "Sandra Fritz, my classmate and colleague."
"Thank you for the recommendation." Li Muye turned to look at Sandra, locked her with the same gaze, and asked: "Beautiful lady, I can have this honor..."
A few minutes later, there was nothing but laughter in Diane Kruger's box.
"Dear Lee, I can't wait to know how you cured Diane Kruger's body odor." The black-haired Tschener's eyes flashed with undisguised appreciation and desire, and he did not stare for a moment. Pointing to Brother Xiaoye, said: "This problem can't even be solved by stem cell transplantation, which is known as a cure for all diseases."
This is a question of a bit of aggression and discrimination, typical of women’s reactions after being jealous of each other.
Li Muye immediately got up and came behind her, put his hands on her shoulders, and went down to the armpits. Then he asked politely: "Can you?"
"Of course." Tschener said with a trembling voice, took a deep breath, pursed his mouth, and tried his best to endure the desire to rise in his heart.
Ono's magical hand gently stroked her sensitive skin. The nano-robot slightly stimulated the meridian, bringing tremors like an electric shock. The wonderful touch made Tschener's excited and comfortable scalp explode, and she made a loud noise. Scream. The lady was so sensitive that she rolled her eyes and then her pants were all wet.
Li Muye turned to use the same technique on the other two women one after another. It was just an ordinary method of sparse managerial qi, which he used with a pair of wonderful hands, but it has the beauty of cleverly seizing the good fortune of yin and yang, plus his spiritual hypnotic secret. In an instant, he overwhelmed several women's teasing.
At this time, a gong rang suddenly, and the duel in the court began...
PS: There is a chapter at eleven o'clock. (End of this chapter)