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"Chinese, we meet again. I've been waiting for you for a long time, on the cruise, you yellow monkeys already made me very unhappy, now I will eliminate you first." "What's going on?" A young American Adept asked, his eyes narrowed.

"So it's like that. In fact I'm just a follower of a Chinese Adept. I didn't expect to catch your attention. But I really don't like your attitude. Just jump off the stage, or you won't have another chance." Guo Qiang said with a smile.

"The match begins!"

"Power of thunder and lightning, this is a rare ability." At such a close distance, everyone felt that the Chinese were done for, but they didn't expect the Chinese to still have the mood to speak.

"You don't have a chance anymore. That's right, you don't have a chance. I don't want to kill you. I don't know if your power of lightning will be able to survive if it meets with the lava inside the volcano." You're fast, I'm faster than you. Lightning? I know it too.

It was the same move, but they didn't seem to touch. In an instant Guo Huai's foot stopped on the other side of the ring, but American Adepts weren't so lucky. The fiery lava surged, but it seemed as if the American youth did not fall inside. He was pulled by a special force to the edge of the volcano and rolled down.

"Yin Brothers, haha, I already knew that you guys had a problem and you guys even dared to save my enemy. I'd like to see what kind of tricks you two would play in the end." Guo Xie looked at the American youth who did not fall into the volcano, squinted his eyes and said.

The first match of the seventh ring was over. A large part of the audience didn't expect the overweeningly arrogant American Adept to end the match in such a way. Most of them couldn't see what was going on.

"Video playback, Ring Seven. What happened at Harris's place, slow it down a hundred times. I don't believe that Harris will jump down by himself." Davis narrowed his eyes as he spoke, the wine cup in his hand crushed by his own hand.

"Sh-it, what's that guy doing in Ring Seven? He actually jumped down by himself, can't he brake?" "The American Discipline Team has chosen such a guy to participate in the competition. Is there something wrong with your head?" In a high-class clubhouse in the United States, a middle-aged man in his forties smashed the wine glass in his hand into pieces. He didn't have any sense of gentleness at all. If this guy walked on the streets, there would definitely be a lot of people looking for his autograph.

"Sh-it, why isn't there any good information about Nangong? He's much stronger than Harris, this time the arena master for arena number 7 is definitely his." At the same time, the two of them started running towards each other. In the instant the two of them came into contact, Guo Huai's punches and kicks landed on Harris's body over a hundred times, and in the end, Harris fell off the stage because he was scared by this Chinese man's face. Thinking about it, only Thomas, the captain of the American team, had the chance to win against him.

"Dear Mr. Davis, there is no Nangong Hao in our database. The most recent information is that this Nangong Hao won against a bunch of Michelin three star chefs in Las Vegas, and even beat Dennis's disciple in the casino. After that, he went to San Francisco and stayed in Hongmen for a period of time. In less than a minute, a waiter came up to Davis and whispered.

"Sh-it, the Chinese are cheating this time, I'm afraid there will definitely be a Chinese in the top three of the individual competition, that Zhou Zhan's strength is not weak, think of a way to tell Thomas, we must eliminate that Chinese called Peng Gang in the arena, there must not be any mishaps." The waiter nodded and left the room.

If a word was used to describe them, it would be chaos, it was simply too chaotic. Originally, it was agreed that each competition would take place in one round, but each arena would have at least twenty rounds, and in a arena where sixteen multiplied by sixteen meters, it was extremely normal for one to get injured in the process.

"Bastard, once I finish taking care of this guy in front of me, I'll definitely tear you into pieces." A huge bloke's muscles all burst out. He had already forced his opponent to the edge of the arena, yet a fireball had struck him in the back, forcing his opponent to escape once again. The big bloke couldn't help but shout out.

"Chinese man, if your sword qi meets me again, my next opponent will choose you." A man shouted at Feng Rui. After Feng Rui killed a contestant from an unknown country, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the Englishman who had just shouted at him. He smiled. If he wanted to take first place, he would have to fight with this guy sooner or later.

In their eyes, a person who relied on luck to win over Harris was nothing to fear, but after exchanging blows, they realized how stupid they were. No wonder the famous strong people on the stage did not go after this Chinese person, but now it was too late for them to say anything, Guo Xie was kind, he did not kill them, he only pushed them off the stage like lightning.

After almost an hour, there were only a few people left on each of the 16 arenas. After Ling Mo had knocked the first opponent, the woman who knew illusion techniques, out of the arena, he had defeated a guy who wasn't strong enough to be one of the six people on her arena.

Within an hour, many people had discovered the problem. Currently, there were less than a hundred people on the 16 arenas, many countries had been completely wiped out, and the U.S. Seventh arena's Harris had been knocked out of the arena by Guo Tai. Out of the six people present, only five were left, but not a few of the six were still in the arenas.

"Davis, this isn't what we expected. The performance of the Chinese is too eye-catching this time, I don't know how many arena masters they will take, but you should think of a way. If there are more than three arena masters out of six Chinese, then your organization for this Martial Arts Competition will be a failure." However, when he received this call, his heart suddenly became nervous. Many of the High Priestess' calls were from a cardinal, an existence second only to the High Priestess. If this special ability competition was deemed a failure, then he wouldn't be able to stand up for himself for the rest of his life.

"Wait for the arena master to decide before starting the second plan. I want to see how many arena masters the Chinese people can take." Davis gritted his teeth as he spoke, his gaze fixated on the few Chinese arenas on the big screen.