In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

Murakami Jingyu put down the sword in his hand dejectedly, with an extremely bitter look on his face.

The huge gap in strength completely wiped out the spirit of this Fuso Sword Saint.

It was like a thousand-pound millstone that ground him repeatedly.

No, it’s not like, but I really want to experience it.

His face turned pale and he looked up at the shadows in the sky.

It was a huge paw.

Bai Wu faithfully followed the requirements of the event mission to avoid missing out on the mission rewards, although the system would not allow this to happen.

Murakami Jingyu looked embarrassed and annoyed.

Being stepped on under the feet of countless people is undoubtedly a naked humiliation.

He immediately raised his sword again, pointed it at the sturdy foot that was about to step down, and vowed to never surrender.

He is the sword master of Fuso. He would rather jump off a building or commit seppuku on the spot than endure such humiliation!

Seeing this, Bai Wu opened his mouth, and waves more violent than the flames just now condensed in his mouth, but he kept them within his grasp and looked at Murakami Jingyu with empty eyes.

This move has a name, called jet flame.

If he is not satisfied with this move, there is another move called Super Giant Hell Flame, which can let him experience the feeling of ashes floating in the wind.

Feeling the fluctuations coming from the dragon's mouth, Murakami Jingyu swallowed his saliva.

At some point, the upright sword quietly moved downwards.

He is not a coward, he is just enduring humiliation for the future of Fuso.

"Boom!"

A dull sound echoed in the Kagura Gymnasium, and the huge dragon paw stomped down solidly.

With this kick, the ring, which was originally one meter above the gymnasium floor, was directly pressed tightly against the ground, and Murakami Jingyu on the ring disappeared.

After moving his feet away, Murakami Jingyu's figure appeared in front of everyone. He had been beaten back to human form from the state of virtual god.

His eyes were closed, as if he was in a coma, and his body was tightly attached to the mud on the ring, blending in perfectly.

However, Bai Wu clearly sensed that this Luo boy was just pretending to be unconscious.

The force of his kick was not great, at most he could have half-killed the person.

He turned to look at the stands of Fuso Country, and could clearly see Kawauchi Nagasaki's frightened expression. He grinned and asked kindly:

"Excuse me, is there anyone else challenging me? It doesn't matter if you are older."

Hearing his question, Kawauchi Nagasaki shuddered all over, his soul returned to his body, his face froze and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Murakami Shizue is already the oldest human being in their Fuso. When he gets older, he will have to invite his father out from his ancestral tomb.

However, since he was able to become the ruler of Takamagahara, he was no pushover. He forced himself to adjust his state and said with a little stiffness:

"We admit defeat in this round and will not challenge you any further. Thank you for showing mercy, sir."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that with the strength displayed by the Fire Dragon, it was enough to at least seriously injure Murakami Jingyu. Now, falling unconscious on the ring was already the best outcome.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Bai Wu waved his hand generously and accepted his thanks calmly.

The fact that Shizue Murakami was able to survive can only be attributed to the audience all over the world. If this happened in some dark corner, it would not have been so easy for him.

After skipping the Fuso stand, he turned to look at the Korean stand. The huge dragon head moved closer:

"How about you guys? Do you want to try the life shortening game?"

The Koreans felt the pure malice coming from the dragon and shook their heads in fear.

There was disappointment in Bai Wu's eyes. Obviously, neither party was willing to take the stage, and he wanted to crush them one by one.

These people are too timid.

"Since none of you dare to challenge me, I will take away 10 Life Seeds and give you five each. Is that a problem?"

"this?"

"Sigh~"

This was obviously naked blackmail, but both the Fuso and Korean sides did not dare to refute it for a moment, and they were so frustrated that they gasped for breath.

"Two at most, this is our bottom line."

After a long silence, Kawauchi Nagasaki could not care less about his own interests and spoke firmly while gritting his teeth.

Three of them were blackmailed by Liu Kangping. If five more are taken away here, on average each country has eight life seeds, so they will not have even one left. What the hell is this?

Only now did he realize that he had been fooled by that old fox Liu Kangping. He clearly knew the strength of the young man on the field, but pretended not to know in order to steal his life.

"We are willing to pay the price of two."

Seeing that Fuso was willing to offer two, Bangzi didn't hesitate and expressed his willingness to offer two.

Rather than getting beaten up and losing a share of their life seeds, it would be better to just spend money to ensure safety and just give it away, which also saves their face.

Can’t you see that Murakami Shizue, the dignified Japanese swordsman, is now stuck in the mud of the ring and the staff can’t dig him out?

Bai Wu turned to look at Liu Kangping and asked for his opinion.

Liu Kangping nodded, signaling him to quit while he was ahead, otherwise it would be difficult to end up in a bad situation if he got angry.

"That's fine, but you have to give me half of the ticket money for this game."

Bai Wu nodded happily in agreement and made another request.

When dealing with daily life, you naturally have to be ruthless even if you are right, and you have to bite off a piece of meat even if you are unreasonable.

He has only built two Hope Primary Schools now, but the schools for Black Rhino, Charizard and other characters have not been built yet, so there is a huge gap in the amount of money.

Moreover, the life seed is still gestating in the secret realm. When you really go into the secret realm to pick it, it is still unsure who the life seed belongs to. Anyway, there is no name written on it. You can call it and see if it responds.

If you don’t agree, it’s mine.

"can."

Kawauchi Nagasaki responded with a dark face.

"Okay, remember to pay me after the game."

Bai Wu exited the transformed state and turned back into a teenager.

The boy was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and beige trousers. He had a clean and clear temperament, which made people feel good about him.

The only thing was the wild boar hair dryer mask on his face. The slightly weird hair dryer expression was so ridiculous in the eyes of the Japanese.

Standing on the ring, the boy shook his head, as if disappointed that he had no opponent.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked back to the stands with his back to both parties.

His posture and figure reveal the loneliness and desolation of a master.

Countless cameras in the audience were working non-stop, recording every moment of Bai Wu going on and off the stage in great detail.

Next to the camera, reporters were writing furiously, describing what had just happened, trying to release it as soon as possible.

As journalists, the most important thing is timeliness, time is their life!

In just ten minutes, a freshly-published article began to circulate rapidly on Fusang's social networking sites:

"The Demon Destroyer Dragon of the Empire! The absolute strength of the young man from Daxia is crushing us!"

At the beginning of the post, there is a photo with a perfect angle:

A demonic flaming dragon stood in the sky. The humans in the stands of Fuso and South Korea looked up, with expressions of confusion on their faces.