199 tragic victory

A minute of silence finally broke the silence in a ghost's action.

The boy who was punched out by the boulder raised his arm again and slowly raised his body. His right arm was lowered and uncontrollable, as if it had been broken.

The embarrassed ghost tried his best to sit up. After gasping a few times, he stood up like an elderly man, bent his legs and bowed slowly, then walked to the stiff boulder, and finally stood in front of the boulder!

The audience couldn't help sighing collectively. This boy is such a cockroach that he hasn't died like this!

The boulder's eyes stared at the ghost in front of him, unwillingness, helplessness and admiration, but he still did not move, as if the ghost had turned him into a statue with a gentle brush.

"I won!" Agui stood in front of him, stared at the stone's eyes and said, "You can not accept it or be angry, but I still won you in a face-to-face confrontation with you!"

Many emotions changed in the eyes of the boulder for a long time, and finally the giant's eyes became helpless. "You won..." With the deep voice of the boulder, he slowly put down his fist.

The audience and many warriors still didn't understand the doorway, "You can't..." The ghost in the middle of the field suddenly shouted, but before he finished his words, a blood arrow spewed directly from the neck of the boulder! Like a red fountain rushing straight to a height of three or four meters, turning into a bloody rain!

The audience was stunned, and then let out amazed!

"Devil's Hand!" The tiger stared at the red blood rain with wide eyes, and his fingers couldn't help gently touching the shallow scar on his chest...

As the person concerned, the ghost was not stunned. In the surprise of the audience, he was like a jumping antelope. He shrank his head and hit the heart of the boulder fiercely with his shoulders. Just as the big man fell backwards, the ghost rushed behind him and caught the head of the boulder with his chest, which cut the giant The left hand of the stone blood vessel pressed his neck and pressed back the second strand of blood that followed!

"Sacrifice! Come and find a sacrifice!" The ghost's roar woke everyone up.

"Hurry up and find a sacrifice!" The gatekeeper kicked away the clerk beside him and turned the wheel to open the door. In fact, there was a sacrifice in the rest area outside the gate. He opened the door quickly just to let the sacrifice enter the scene faster.

The first victory or defeat in the arena has been divided silently. Except for occasionally whispering, the audience is quietly watching the two fighters snuggling together in the field. Just now they are opponents on the field, but now they are relying on each other like brothers.

Agui really didn't expect that this big man would commit suicide after giving up. In fact, his knife only cut the blood vessels of the boulder and did not cut off his vitality. Before Agui got up, the boulder had been controlling his wound with his muscles, so he did not dare to move and could only maintain his final posture.

After admitting his failure, he did not know whether it was because he lost the confrontation to the ghost or because he was helpless with the decline of the boxing warrior. Before the ghost helped him sacrifice the stone, he took the initiative to give up his persistence in an attempt to pay tribute to the disappeared glory of the boxing warrior!

Unfortunately, the ghost didn't want him to die, otherwise the knife would have just opened a cut in his neck!

"This is a arena, not a battlefield. Good warriors should not die here!" While waiting for the sacrifice, the ghost whispered in the ear of the boulder.

The sacrifice trotted to them. After a few short flashes, the cut blood vessels easily healed, and the ghost slowly put down the brain of the boulder and retreated to one side.

"You bastard, I haven't killed anyone in the arena..." As Agui said, he held his right shoulder with his left hand. With a quack, in the surprised eyes of the sacrifice and everyone, he actually broke his dislocated arm back!

"Good boy!" In an all-antic, countless warriors watching the game praised in their hearts! I don't know whether to praise him for saving the life of the boulder or the fierceness of his arm...

The ghost declined the help of the sacrifice and slowly raised his fists at the audience around him. Although his flesh and blood were blurred, the fists were strong and powerful, winning the warm cheers of the whole audience!

"Bad boy, you are getting better and better at mobilizing the audience..." Bailos nodded with a smile, turned around and walked out of the stands.