Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

Fu An's face was ugly, and he stood under the ring, staring at the two mighty men clamoring for a challenge.

Isn't this taking advantage of others?

If this is the case, it will be useless for Qinglong to defeat Zhao Longkong. If Zhao Longkong loses, there will be Zhao Longbai, and if Zhao Longbai loses, there will be others... The Mighty Army will take advantage of their numbers to go up to the wheel battle. How can this be carried on?
Qinglong stepped forward indifferently, and stood with Fu An.

Bai Hu and the others seemed to have received the signal, their eyes were cold and their bodies were full of momentum, standing side by side with Fu An, staring at the past coldly.

The dream team is united and will never allow anyone to be bullied.

They rushed forward fiercely like a stormy sea, trying to crush the mighty army and the others.

However, everyone in the Mighty Army refused to show weakness at all, and they also stepped forward, releasing their momentum.

The two strongest forces confront each other, the momentum collides, the air seems to freeze, and the strong pressure moves everyone.

The wind and rain filled the entire arena.

"It seems that they are going to fight?"

"Come on, it's not a good occasion."

"The mighty army, which is unparalleled in strength and surpasses the army of the Celestial Dynasty, and the mysterious and unpredictable Dream Team, whose strength is equally terrifying. We will know who is stronger among them!"

Some people gloated, others were worried, and some even showed their eyes, wanting to see who was stronger.

Ji Wuchen's face was stern.

Although Fu An was a bit arrogant and domineering, he was always loyal to him, how could he be bullied by these people?

What's more, the dream team is his direct line.

He was about to stand up and speak.

"Bullshit."

Wang Zhi cast his gaze indifferently.

He didn't have any particularly terrifying aura, and he didn't do anything, but the aura of the two teams was inexplicably dispersed.

Including Qinglong and the Zhao brothers, they took a few steps back, their eyes showing shock.

Wang Zhi, the end is boundless terror!
"You guys, have you forgotten what military discipline is, and what do you want to do in front of us?"

Wang Zhi's voice was very calm, looking at the mighty army and everyone in the dream team.

No special actions or words were needed, he just looked at it with plain and casual eyes, and some people were sweating coldly and couldn't hold on.

"We don't need disobedient teams."

This sentence was like a thunderclap, and everyone's hearts tightened.

Everyone in the Dream Team Mighty Army was even more terrified and knelt down on one knee.

"General forgive me!"

Wang Zhi never targeted the other contestants, but they were also terrified and knelt down.

"General forgive me!"

The scene was very spectacular, a large row of black people with their heads lowered, their armor reflecting the light under the moonlight, their movements were uniform, revealing the iron-blooded might of the army.

Wang Zhi glanced around and sighed softly.

"Tonight, Qinglong and Zhao Longkong will play the last match. After that, everyone will leave. No. 1 and military rookie are all deceptive names. Strength is what you are worth pursuing for a lifetime, and It's not a ranking. The meaning of the military exercise is to show off your training results, not to...provoke."

He said so, and the rest naturally dare not disobey.

"Follow the general's order!"

Wang Zhi nodded.

"Get up."

Everyone stood up together, not daring to say a word, but to move around.

Ji Wuchen watched the whole process, feeling a little emotional.

Wang Zhi's influence in the army is so terrible?You know, he has never participated in military decision-making and management.

This is what an old general should look like.

Nangong Jing was also a little stunned.

She always thought that Wang Yong was the general leader of the army and the only warrior who posed a serious threat to the imperial power, but now it seems that Wang Zhi is also very scary.

Fortunately, he is a martial idiot, and he doesn't care about power and fame. Otherwise, with these two generals in the Celestial Dynasty, when will her empress come forward?
While his thoughts were chaotic, Nangong Jing subconsciously glanced at Ji Wuchen, and happened to see him with a serious face, thinking about something.

By the way, and this guy, he is too mysterious.

Nangong Jing gritted his teeth, a little unable to see through this childhood playmate.

The battle between Qinglong and Zhao Longkong is about to begin.

Speaking of it, both of them are the strongest in their respective teams, they are eighth-rank grandmasters, and their strengths are proud of all the contestants. Many people are looking forward to this battle, including several high-ranking figures on the high stage.

Even Nangong Jing was looking forward to the outcome between the two.

The battle between the mighty army and the dream team has become a collision between Ji Wuchen and Wang Yong.

"Dream team, Qinglong."

Qinglong stood quietly on the side of the ring, far away from Zhao Longkong.

A dagger has appeared in his hand.

Facing Zhao Longkong, he would not be so stupid as to underestimate his opponent.

Zhao Longkong also looked calm.

"Mighty Army, Zhao Longkong. Brother Qinglong, I have admired you for a long time."

Zhao Longkong knew Tiance Camp, and he also knew what the name "Qinglong" represented.

Wang Yong, also known as Qinglong in the past.

He knows what he knows, but he is not afraid at all. Instead, he is eager to try and fight the opponent himself.

Tiance camp, these three words engraved too much glory, making people look up to and want to conquer.

Qinglong nodded indifferently.

"Zhao Longkong, I have admired him for a long time. I have only practiced the technique of killing and cutting. If I fight, I am worried that I will not be able to hold back."

Zhao Longkong smiled.

"It's okay, I should be able to hold back."

Qinglong didn't say much, just said lightly: "It's the best."

"when!"

With the sound of gongs and drums, the battle officially began.

It was also at the moment when the gongs and drums sounded that Zhao Long moved in vain.

He was very powerful, very terrifying, and his speed was unbelievably fast. His eyes were shining brightly, and the palms of his hands shone with light. He disappeared from where he was in an instant, and appeared in front of Qinglong.

A hand knife struck down like lightning.

This is a contest where weapons can be used, but he attacked with bare hands, trying to test Qinglong and at the same time suppress his opponent in terms of momentum.

However, the knife in the hand fell heavily, and the mighty real energy was shining, but it landed in the empty space.

Qinglong disappeared.

He disappeared as if teleported, and appeared beside Zhao Longkong.

Zhao Longkong's pupils constricted, feeling the feelings of Qinglong's previous opponent.

So fast, so fast that even he couldn't see the movement clearly.

After all, Zhao Longkong is not an ordinary person, he reacted quickly, turned around in the air, struck down with a heavy leg, and a phantom of a beast appeared on his leg.

He started to use combat skills, greatly increasing his attack power.

Qinglong blocked with a dagger.

He didn't relax because of his opponent's unarmed hands, and fought him with fists and feet, but directly used the weapon.

As he himself said, he has only practiced the technique of killing and cutting, and he can't keep his hands.

Even if they competed with Fu An and others on weekdays, they would often see blood.

"Ding!"

The legs and feet collided with the dagger, and there was a sound of gold and iron.

Zhao Longkong's leg armor was cut open, leaving a slender gap, but his own legs and feet were unharmed, and were not injured under the protection of the true essence.