Rematch.
Many times, rematches occur after one side uses unfair means to win a fair fight. This protects those who lose due to unfair means and is a fair measure to the losers.
However, Sike didn't think so.
There is a long list of nouns before the referee announces the rematch, which is easy to understand and easy to combine. However, in Sike's ears, he only heard two words.
torture.
"I surrender!!!!!!!"
Without any hesitation, not even a trace of hesitation, veins popped out on Sike's neck, and with hysterical roars, the entire venue fell silent.
At this time, no one accused Sike, and no one thought that Sike's surrender was a cowardly move. Everyone looked at Seck with pity, who was stuck to the ring by an unknown gel substance, and felt sad for a long time.
It's too awful.
A warrior can be defeated and even humiliated, but the only thing that makes people unable to look at him is being sprayed with sticky colloid and stuck to the ring. There is no way, it's too terrible, no one dares to imagine how desperate and painful it would be if they were Sike.
People watched as staff swarmed onto the stage, chopped up the floor around Seck, and placed the person and the stone on a stretcher, ready to be separated. The referee also went from being furious at the beginning to being silent. Now he raised Zhou Li's hand, with a forced smile on his face, and loudly shouted the name of the winner.
The audience on the stage also began to cheer Zhou Li's name along with the referee. In fact, this competition has been derailed by Zhou Li and Huang Yi. At the beginning, what everyone wanted to see was a wonderful martial arts competition where skills were intertwined. But now, the audience infected by Zhou Li and Huang Yi just want to watch these two people live.
There is no way, these two are all show effects, no one will refuse an entertaining game.
Zhou Li waved to the audience, and now, people in Tariq began to recognize this brave man. They found that this brave man was not as serious and arrogant as the previous ones. On the contrary, he was close to the people and authentic. After all, no one is more down-to-earth than Zhou Li, and Zhou Li is even connected to the underworld.
Therefore, Zhou Li's reputation among the people of Tarik is unprecedentedly high now, and apart from those politicians who are completely in favor of Twelve Hours, the upper class of Tarik also favor Zhou Li very much, which is really rare. After all, whether it was Magnan or Yingnan, the nobles of these two countries could not be said to hate Zhou Li to the core, but they could also be said to have killed their father. After all, what Zhou Li did to these self-proclaimed high-level nobles in those two places might not be so friendly.
The reason why Tariq's noble class is closer to Zhou Li is because most of these people's hands and feet are relatively clean, or there is no need for Zhou Li to target them. After all, when Louis and his family were all sent into the sea of fire, Tariq also sent away many nobles along the way. Now those who are left are all gimmick nobles with no power or even money. There are some, but they are useless.
Of course, the absence of nobility does not mean that there is no upper class. Tariq's upper class is mainly composed of groups, but the problem is that most of Tariq's groups have state participation, and they are usually the first shareholders. Moreover, the army is firmly in the hands of the government, and the group has no room to interfere. Therefore, Tariq's upper class is rarely corrupt to the point of outrage. Compared with Magnum, these people are comparable. As pure as the white lotus.
Therefore, Zhou Li is not very hostile to Tariq's dignitaries. After all, there is a heavyweight named Yin Jue here. Compared with him, other people may really be nothing.
"Brother, you still have a unique skill."
After getting off the stage, Huang Yi gave Zhou Li a thumbs up and praised: "Your glue is too powerful. I think that guy struggled like crazy and didn't come down. This must be a lot of money."
"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not."
Zhou Li scratched his head, remembering the two copper coins and one pound of glittering dust, and skipped the topic, "Has your opponent come out?"
"Out."
Huang Yi pouted at not far away. A naked-chested, trembling monster with terrifying muscles was sitting on a chair. He closed his eyes and meditated, paying no attention to the voice here. "This man's name is Fantes. He said... He was trained in the deep mountains and old forests. He has never participated in a competition before, and every time he wins in a row, he seems to be crushed."
"Yo."
Zhou Li looked at the terrifying muscles, his eyes seemed to change a little, but he just looked at Huang Yi and asked with interest: "Does this guy have good muscles?"
"It's okay."
Huang Yi dismissed this, "Our church is full of muscular men with dead muscles. No one can beat me in a fight. They are all colored pens."
"You, the demigods, are the ghosts if they can beat them."
Zhou Li rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "You are trying to crush your rank. How can you suppress your professional abilities and fight him like a dog?"
"That's true."
Huang Yi's greatest advantage is that he has extremely pure self-awareness and extremely thick skin. "Before, there was also a cultist who yelled that I lost my professional ability and was beaten by him, and he even asked me to fight in the ring."
"The results of it?"
Zhou Li's curiosity was immediately aroused, and Huang Yi laughed and smiled very strangely, "I agreed to let him compete in the ring, and then I put a sack on him the night before the ring match, beat him half to death, and threw him over to the Church of Life. "
"Haha, as expected of you."
Zhou Li laughed, and as expected, the answer made him very happy. Then he glanced at Feinster and asked, "Do you have confidence in this one?"
"Eighty-two."
Huang Yi crossed his arms and said confidently: "I am the Pope of the Church of War. If my professional ability had not been suppressed, beating him for three seconds would be disloyal to my God of War."
"happy."
Zhou Li suddenly felt happy, his eyes a little strange, "That's okay, come on."
"I feel like you're a little weird."
The reason why Huang Yi is Huang Yi is because he and Zhou Li have an inexplicable connection. He looked at Zhou Li suspiciously, rubbed his chin and asked, "Do you know something?"
"Ha ha."
Zhou Li smiled and didn't say much. He just cheered Huang Yi up and left the preparation area. Huang Yi looked at Zhou Li's back and fell into deep thought.
Soon, Huang Yi's game also began. Just like Zhou Li, Huang Yi's games are also full of attention. After all, the 60-centimeter pink fairy stick with barbs had too much impact on people. Even if Huang Yi's weapons were banned in subsequent games, it would not be able to erase the audience's deep impression of him.
As Huang Yi's opponent, Fants' attention has also increased. Only then did people discover that a dark horse, no less powerful than Sike, had appeared in this game.
So far, all of Fants' games have lasted only one minute. This also proves that none of Fanters' opponents lasted even one minute under him. This is a very scary number. After all, many of Huang Yi's opponents persisted for five or six minutes. Without professional ability, a body with limited physical strength cannot achieve an absolute instant kill unless the difference in strength is huge.
Therefore, the battle between this brand new dark horse and the king of beasts, Huang Yi, also attracted everyone's attention. The officials also understood the traffic flow of Huang Yi and Zhou Li. Bai Yin, who originally played together with Cui Can and had no attention at all, was specially arranged by the officials to a separate game time. As expected, the 81 attendance rate proved the official wisdom.
Fantes' muscles are terrifying, each piece is like marble, full of weight and hard beauty. Two meters tall, he stepped onto the ring step by step. His closed eyes, unruly long hair, and solemn momentum made the entire audience hold their breath, waiting for his battle.
Huang Yi's appearance was relatively calm. He was only 1.85 meters tall and his muscles were not that scary. But his dazzling performance before made everyone get to know him, and get to know this pure love god of war who can carry out a double attack of spirit and physics. With deafening cheers, Huang Yi stood on the ring.
And Zhou Li also let out a terrifying and terrifying laugh.
Because he knows Fants.
Of course not now, he has never seen Fants except for this game in all the time he has been in Tariq. He really knew Fantes in his previous life.
Fantes, a Sark people from the extreme cold zone north of Tariq, are also the last Sark people. As the inheritor of an ancient bloodline, Fantes' professional talent was infinitely close to zero, and because he misunderstood the name Berserker, he was honest and upright and joined the Berserker, which directly ruined his career path.
Although Fants' bloodline has made him achieve nothing in his career, on the other hand, Fants has reached a level that has never been achieved before or since.
He is the only person in this world who has become a god in the flesh.
Yes, become a god. If the timeline does not change, Fantes will fight on the front line in the subsequent war of Torrea's invasion of Tarik, and then single-handedly fight against 160 people in a meat grinder-like battle. Nine platinum-level demons finally attracted the favor of the God of Chaos and became gods in the flesh, becoming the first god-given gift that did not rely on profession.
Zhou Li had met Fantes back then, and he had also seen how this man who looked like a god of war tore apart demons with his hands. It is really pure hand-made without any professional additives. And now, for some unknown reason, this God of War, who was supposed to be discovered by Herinen while hunting a few years later, suddenly appeared on the field, and his opponent was none other than his good brother Huang Yi.
At this time, Zhou Li had already sent warm blessings to Huang Yi in his heart. If it were an indiscriminate battle, Huang Yi would most likely be able to push the immature Fantes to the ground and beat him. After all, demigods are not bragging. Now Fantes is also a platinum level warrior.
But the problem is that Tarik's professional abilities are prohibited from being used in the arena.
To be honest, if Fantes, who became a god at that time, had not been calm and upright, he would have designated a "hand-cut diamond" to disrupt the precious metal market and deal a heavy blow to these profiteers who were driving up diamond prices.
Huang Yi on the stage had already put away his contempt. He was not stupid, and Zhou Li didn't hide it too much at the time. He saw the very familiar emotion in Zhou Li's eyes.
The excitement of watching a play.
Who is Zhou Li? He is a freshman who is on par with himself. Things that can excite such a person are definitely not simple. And this Fantes is definitely alive.
However, Huang Yi just doesn't despise it, but doesn't pay special attention to it. He could tell that Fantes in front of him didn't have much experience fighting humans. His posture and eyes were strange, a bit like the eyes of a professional hunter looking at animals.
Lift your spirits, but only just.
As the bell rang, Huang Yi's energy sank in his dantian, and the remaining professional energy in his locked blood began to circulate throughout his body, providing him with energy.
Then, he saw the infinitely enlarged fist.
A full, solid, stone-like fist.
He looked surprised, unprepared, and mentally disturbed.
Huang Yi felt that his whole body was relaxed, as if his soul and body were separated. He saw the ceiling, saw the world, and saw his grandmother smiling and waving to him outside Naihe Bridge.
No, I'm in the ring!
Huang Yi came back to his senses, his eyes widened with anger, his veins popped out, and he forced himself to stabilize his flying body.
Then, he saw a whip leg that made a sonic boom.
"I!"
Before the word "fuck" came out, the person flew out again. This time, her grandmother's smile was even closer, and Huang Yi seemed to see the details of the wrinkles on her grandmother's face.
boom! ! ! !
Accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground like thunder, a huge pothole appeared in the ring. Accompanied by dust and a roar, Huang Yi flew out from the dust and struck hard with a heavy fist. Fants' face.
In the last light, Huang Yi saw the sad emotion in his grandmother's kind smile.
Huang Yi fell.
He just fell into the pit, trembling all over and closing his eyes tightly. But what is surprising is that at this time, a smile appeared on Huang Yi's face that had obviously shifted.
It was like seeing a relative.
The entire venue was silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was stunned, looking at each other in shock, looking at each other's expressionless faces, not knowing what to say.
Even the referee on the stage was stunned. He stared blankly at Huang Yi, who was beaten into the third son of Tang syndrome. His mouth was open, but he didn't say anything.
"Is the game over?"
Fanters walked up to the referee, his handsome face that was completely inconsistent with his figure was full of composure and calmness, and there was no joy of victory at all, "Did I win?"
"Won."
Looking at the terrifying figure like an iron tower in front of him, the referee swallowed his saliva, then grabbed Fanters' hand, raised it, calmed for a moment, and then shouted loudly: "Winner, Fanters!!"
Fanters! ! ! ! ! !
At this time, everyone was excited, and the entire stadium was boiling. People began to cheer and cheer, and the high-pitched shouts were about to overthrow the ceiling, sweeping over like a heat wave.
