Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Lu Meng came off the stage.

Overflowing blood followed his footsteps, but it was always just a hair away from touching the soles of his shoes.

The onlookers voluntarily backed down, just like they did when facing Ryan.

Lu Meng walked towards Ada.

"Wait a minute." Another person came up to him, "What have you done!"

It was Yamin, and his face was filled with anger.

In this Shaq's view, even he himself had abided by his agreement with Ada and gave up the opportunity to kill his opponents and show himself on the field.

So what is this plain-skinned man doing?

Are you trying to step on their heads to show off and compete for that unique title?

Yamin had no feelings for the new guy named Keith, but he couldn't tolerate betrayal even more.

In a rage, Yamin grabbed Lu Meng's collar directly, as if he wanted to pick him up and question him!

Click.

Yamin's wrists were locked and he couldn't move.

A smooth and strong hand twisted him.

The moment Yamin made his move, Lu Meng held down his shoulder with his backhand, pushed it all the way down, and locked Shaq's movements with a beautiful grappling technique.

He even avoided the joint spurs on his entire arm.

Yamin struggled hard, and Lu Meng immediately let go.

Feeling the slight pain in the joints, Yamin was surprised.

Although he didn't take action seriously just now, he wouldn't be caught so easily.

In the arena, there are many opponents who are agile and can get behind Yamin, but even if they attack from the blind spot of this perspective, they have never been able to make a sneak attack.

Because everyone’s realm is no longer the same.

Even if his perception is completely closed, Yamin can still simulate the enemy's attack route in his mind and naturally make the most reasonable response.

He steps onto the field not so much as a warrior, but as a commander on the battlefield, coordinating the use of physical strength, muscles, and joints, and then extending them with weapons.

Every aspect is just right.

Even the enemy's actions are under his command.

This is why Yamin is so successful on the court.

After all, for those who have not reached this level, even if you are alone, how can you withstand thousands of troops?

——Legion level.

For oneself, it is the ability to perfectly control the body; when applied to the outside world, it is the control of the rhythm of the battlefield and the ability to predict the enemy's opportunities.

This is why they are often able to command legions with real power or establish independent forces.

It's just a matter of naturally distributing the insights gained from martial arts.

This is the beginning of personal inner cultivation to influencing the external world.

However, there are also superior and inferior "commanders".

Yamin took a step back, his anger fading.

Replaced by vigilance.

The opponents he defeated in the past were all in the game, but just now, an equal existence suddenly appeared in front of him.

The fight just now was like a test.

In front of the formation of the two armies, the commander-in-chief sent out scouts to rub against each other - according to common sense, even if each has a victory or defeat, it will not affect the final battle situation.

However, Yamin had a feeling: just after the first contact, he was defeated.

The opponent just grabbed his wrist from the shoulder down...but what if it goes up?

——Is it okay to pinch and crush your own throat?

It's like the enemy sent a team of scouts. You thought they were going to spy on you, but in the end, the enemy directly opened the tent of the Chinese army, marched straight in, and touched your bed all the way...

Although in the end he just stole the plan from his pillow.

How big is the gap?

Yamin was too proud to accept such a result.

In his opinion, the failure just now can be said to be that he was not prepared. If the two armies faced off on a real battlefield, he might not lose.

What's more, judging from his current performance, this human warrior clearly has not reached the level of a legion.

Could it be that the duel just now was his opportunity?

Kill one person to break through.

I'm gifted and lucky, so why haven't I encountered anything like this?

Yamin would rather believe that the other party can break through his defense line and just work hard to create a miracle.

The young Shaq stood in front of Lu Meng, and his whole body muscles were mobilized, which could be said to be on the verge of breaking out.

After Lu Meng let go of Yamin, he still had the same calm expression, not even angry because of the push just now.

He takes a step forward.

It seems casual, but it seems to be stepping on Yamin's nerves!

Yamin's eyes narrowed and he exerted all his strength!

Snapped.

A soft sound.

Ada caught him.

Yamin clenched his fist and finally put it down.

"Brother Lu," Ada handed over the iron hat, "can you explain what's going on?"

His tone was sincere, and the look in Lu Meng's eyes was more of confusion.

Lu Meng took the bamboo hat and put it on again.

Before he could speak, Ada stopped him again.

The Shaq looked around.

Although the onlookers avoided Lu Meng as well as Rui En, they still formed a faint circle and looked this way curiously.

For them, the duel was a bit brutal, but it had the style of an arena.

Many Shaks even made gestures of approval. They were not indignant at the death of their own race. On the contrary, they were still amazed by Lu Meng's skills.

Entering this class of warriors, only the strong can win respect.

"There are many people here," Ada said. "If it's something confidential, we can change places."

He paused and then said:

"If Brother Lu really doesn't want to say it, then I won't force him."

"It's just that as a friend, I still hope to know more."

Lu Meng held up the brim of his hat: "There's nothing I can't say."

"He was a member of the group that attacked Huang Jie that night...or rather, a member of the organization."

The surrounding crowds are far away, but if there are people with high perception among them, it is indeed possible to hear their conversations.

Yet this is nothing to hide.

Based on his relationship with Huang Jun, he openly killed Keith, a member of the organization. Even a fool would be able to guess the reason why Krall's Choice killed him.

The only thing that Krall's Choice wasn't sure about was whether it was just Keith or all of them who were exposed.

"Logically speaking, many of your 'friends' died in their hands." Lu Meng looked at Ada, "You shouldn't come here to stop me from killing him."

"You said he is who he is?"

Ada was still frowning in thought, but Yamin spoke first: "Even the guards of Skun don't know, how do you know."

"Don't worry about it." Lu Meng had a bad tone towards Yamin, "I just know."

"you!"

Yamin was about to have another attack, but Ada stopped him.

"Who are they?" he asked, "Are they not coming from the veterans to target us?"

Lu Meng smiled.

How could Krall's Choice be so boring.

The purpose of a rebel within a kingdom is to reduce the chances of newcomers to stand out in the arena.

It's like a terrorist organization kidnapping college entrance examination students just because they want to be the top scorer in the province.

However, Lu Meng did not name the name ‘Kral’s Choice’.

To the ordinary people of the Shark Kingdom, even the Skeleton Corps is more famous than their name. After all, the Skeletons had caused a big fuss not long ago, and the experience of their establishment is still a current political topic discussed in the bars of Scone Town.

On the other hand, Kral's choice is already a thing of the past.

Moving them out doesn't add much to the argument.

"Simply because it's best to start with newcomers." Lu Meng said.

Many of the veterans who participated in the competition were still employed, and compared to the newcomers who came from all over the kingdom to compete, most of the veterans were local residents of Scone Town.

Just like Kang, when he was working, sometimes he would have food and accommodation in the hospital.

It is much safer than the Huang brothers staying in a hotel.

And generally speaking, veterans are stronger than newcomers.

"As you say..." Ada slowly glanced at the players.

Before Yamin could react, he saw Lu Meng pointing at him:

"Whether it's a newcomer or a veteran, the person who does it may be hiding in it."

"you……"

Just as Yamin was about to have an attack, he suddenly understood.

This human warrior... never trusted them from the beginning.

He seems to have joined a group of new people, but in fact he is always scrutinizing and doubting everyone around him.

Keith, Yamin...including Ada.

As for how he knew this...

Having said that, Ada also knew that there was no need to ask further questions.

Because it is impossible for a person to tell the truth to the person he suspects, let alone abide by the agreement not to hurt each other on the field.

Fortunately.

Brother Lu is willing to speak frankly about his suspicions...

Ada narrowed her eyes.

This may originally show that the other party trusts you.

"The last question." Ada and Lu Meng looked at each other, "Even if Keith was one of the murderers that night, why did he be killed in this way?"

"Is it a declaration of war?"

Ada pointed to the competition platform, which was covered with sticky plasma.

The scene was so messy that any contestant in the next round would slip if they stepped on it.

In order not to affect the progress of the duel, the staff of the arena were cleaning up while cursing, but they did not dare to face Lu Meng.

Such cruelty is more like performance art than revenge.

"They chopped off one of Huang Jie's hands," Lu Meng said, "so I chopped off his limbs, which is fair."

He can't always say that he will gain more practical experience because of this.

Upgrade faster.

"Huang Jie... a life for a life." Ada lowered her eyes, "So you know this news because..."

"Yes." Lu Meng said seriously, "Huang Jie's last words."

…

"The holy fire will never be extinguished. Living freely on the earth is an agreement we have made with God. People are destined to break free from shackles and barbarism. Every brother will be linked together again by the sacred ideal..."

In the secret room, a young man was talking.

If you just listened to his tone and words, you would think he was a devout Auckland priest.

When these people preach, they often read scriptures with one hand and hold mudra with the other hand, which looks like a burning holy fire.

The same goes for young people.

However, if a true believer from the Holy Empire saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked and even run away in panic.

Because the young man's hand holding the Holy Fire is a mechanical hand made of steel!

Machines, especially living machines...

This is a pure demonic creation!

This picture does not show the sacred priests giving away light. Instead, it is clearly an agent of darkness occupying the bodies of human brothers and pouring out their deceptive words.

But the middle-aged boss sitting in front of the 'Agent of Darkness' didn't feel anything was wrong at all. Instead, he listened with great interest and with great interest.

It is different from the unilateral preaching of ordinary priests.

Yue Yu would ask questions from time to time, and Huang Jie would occasionally think deeply about the other party's words. There were back and forth between the two parties.

Compared to the solemnity in the Holy Kingdom temple where believers can only obey without questioning, this 'blasphemous' scene is more lively.

Yue Yu is very satisfied with this atmosphere.

"Hiss." Just as he was saying this, the young man suddenly gasped.

"What's wrong, little brother?" Yue Yu asked with concern, "Did the wound recur?"

"It's okay." Huang Jie looked confused: "It just feels like someone is cursing me to death..."

After a month of nursing care, the large wound on his right arm was almost healed.

Having reached the level of martial arts masters, their physiques are not comparable to those of the old times.

The mechanical right arm has also adapted and can be freely assembled and disassembled without any problem. Except for the need to correct your habits when picking your nose, it does not affect daily use at all other times.

——Even more flexible and convenient than before.

Grilling meat with bare hands is a no brainer.

Huang Jie tried to pick up the knife again. As a result, his right arm not only perfectly reproduced the previous knife skills, but also improved his reaction and speed to a higher level.

If he were to compete with his elder brother now, Huang Jung would be unable to suppress him just by relying on his experience.

Picking up a life from the edge of death, gaining hope at the bottom of the valley and standing up again, and even surpassing the brother he had always looked up to in this way... Huang Jie felt it was magical.

And it's all thanks to that man.

After Huang Jie recovered from his injury, Lu Beiyou did not restrict their movements. Logically speaking, they could leave.

However, neither the younger brother Huang Jie nor the elder brother Huang Jun said this, but stayed by default.

They have revenge, but they also know how to repay kindness.

No matter which angle they come from, they all have reasons to help Lu Beiyou.

As for Huang Jie, he has an additional task.

Lu Beiyou saw that he and Boss Yue were chatting happily, so he secretly gave Huang Jie a copy of "Holy Fire".

It is said that he himself read it before.

However, Lu Beiyou asked him not to follow the script when he lectured. As long as he followed a few principles, he could make his own changes.

Article 1: Do not directly and arbitrarily identify any race or creation as ‘dark’.

If he fully accepted the priests' definition, Huang Jie would not be able to preach with his robot hand.

Article 2: Acknowledge the existence of the Supreme God, but God will no longer interfere in human affairs after he created the world. It is up to people to fight for whether "Oakland" or "Narco" rules the world.

Just a few simple principles have almost completely subverted the positioning of the classic "Holy Fire".

In Holy Empire, The Holy Fire chronicles the history of Auckland's creation.

But here in Lubeiyou, "Holy Fire" is just a contract, a prophecy - recording the future promised by God to "Oakland".

But who can represent ‘Auckland’?

Are they the priests of the Holy Kingdom? Or Holy Lord Phoenix?

neither.

Only the final winner can create a new future in this fallen world.

Oakland is the people themselves.

Huang Jie liked this feeling very much, so he also added a lot of his own insights from life in United City when interpreting the classics.

He is not a theologian.

But I have seen the real underlying world.

Huang Jie sometimes thinks:

Why don't you find an opportunity to persuade me to join the cult?

It's a good day like this.

…

"Brother Lu, are the reasons you told Shaq true?" After listening to Lu Meng's story, the young man asked.

"Fake." Lu Meng said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

In front of him, Huo Buyang was dressed in leather clothes and dusty.

Xiao Huo announced that he was injured and was at home, even giving up his qualification for the Easter Tournament in the Thunder Arena in order to do things that he couldn't get around to.

Thanks to my friend Twelve Finger Reincarnation for the tip——