The male god, he is handsome and cracks the sky [Quick time travel]

Ninth World 5

As is customary in all duels, all the orcs stand back in a circle, leaving an empty field.

Klaus stood stiffly at one end of the field, his pair of fiery eyes widened, as if he hadn't realized what happened.He looked at the black-haired female standing opposite him, and saw him standing there with a flat face, his hands hanging loosely by his sides, and there was even a casual smile on the corner of his mouth.It seems that he didn't realize what shocking words he blurted out a few minutes ago.

Suddenly, Klaus heard a low hostile growl beside him, and he turned his head to look along the sound, only to see that Cicero was tightly clasped by the arms of several other orcs to prevent him from doing any irrational behavior.A pair of dark green pupils were filled with murder and coldness, locked on him tightly, as if saying: If something happens to that female, I will never end with you.

Klaus sneered and looked away.

He is suffering and cannot tell now.

Originally, his purpose was to compete for the female's attention, but now it turned into a duel with the female? ? ? ?It is absolutely impossible for him to hurt that precious female, let alone show his sharp fangs to him, but under the rules of dueling in the name of beast/god/, directly admitting defeat is an insult to himself and his opponent.If he does so, he will not only lose the favor of the female, but also gain the scorn of his own kind.

Therefore, what he is now struggling with is whether to find ways to let the female win the duel with dignity, or let the female lose while ensuring her safety?

Of course, the premise of these two results is to ensure that his delicate body is not injured.

At this time, the priest came over. According to the regulations of the duel ceremony, he pressed Klaus' forehead and whispered the words of blessing in his lips.

Klaus looked over the priest's shoulder and saw the female looking at him too.

He is still smiling.

A pair of deep eyes are like a dark abyss, as if a cold wind is blowing from below.

The feeling of staring at him is like being stared at by an ancient giant beast in the jungle.Even though Klaus had already made up his mind not to show his true strength, he still couldn't help being distracted when he really met his gaze.

His sixth sense screamed in his ears.

But the next second, the female looked away.The heavy oppressive feeling in his heart lightened instantly, and Klaus touched his heart in doubt—this is... what's wrong?How could he regard such a weak female as a beast just now?Is it an illusion?

Before he could figure it out, the priest stopped chanting the sacrificial words, stepped back, and gave up the empty space between him and Zhou Bai.

This is the signal for the duel to begin.

Zhou Bai squinted his eyes, looking at the tall orc on the opposite side.

Claus.

He knows this man.Klaus is an orc in this tribe who is second only to Cicero in strength. He has a rebellious and hot temper, and is regarded as an unstable element because he often does not follow the rules of the tribe.

The corners of his lips curled up: the perfect candidate.

Zhou Bai walked slowly to the middle of the field, and waved to Klaus who was still hesitating standing aside: "What are you still hesitating about?"

There is contempt in the deep black pupils, and disdain hangs in the corners of the brows and eyes: "Could it be that... is it because of fear?"

Klaus's heart became hot, and he couldn't help arching his back.He felt a dark fire in his heart, but he still controlled his strength and ran towards Zhou Bai at a slow speed. He wanted to use this to control Zhou Bai, but he didn't expect that the move that he thought would be foolproof was lightly used by the opponent. Relaxed and dodged with ease.

Klaus was a little taken aback.

Even though he controlled only one-tenth of his own strength, subduing a delicate and weak female was a breeze. Even though Cicero always beat him in terms of strength, in terms of speed, no one in the whole tribe can be compared with him.And now... was actually dodged by a female?impossible!

Zhou Bai embraced his arms, shook his head, and there was a half-smile on the corner of his mouth: "Why? Don't you even dare to show the shape of the beast? This is how you treat a duel under the attention of the beast god? You just say you respect the beast so much." God's?"

The already slow tone was elongated ironically, and it sounded like it had a kind of deceptive magic power.

Klaus's already red animal pupils began to burn at this moment.He grinned his lips, revealing the sharp canine teeth that had begun to elongate.

The priest who was watching the battle all the time took a deep breath and put his heart in his throat.He covered his heart, feeling the irregular beating of his heart under the palm of his hand.

He knew Klaus, his temper was already hot, and now he was especially afraid that he would turn into a beast on the spur of the moment.If the black-haired female had a chance of being unscathed in the human form of the male, if Klaus transformed into a beast, the female would be injured, if not killed.

The priest felt that his heartstrings were so tense that it was almost broken. He stared closely at the situation on the field, for fear of missing a single bit of the picture.

Klaus suppressed the unknown anger surging in his heart, but managed to maintain a little rationality, remembering that he could not hurt the other party.

He accelerated his speed and used three or four tenths of his usual state. This time, he was sure of winning and rushed towards Zhou Bai. The dark red animal patterns undulated on his sweaty body, as if Life seems to be entangled.I thought it was impossible to miss this time, but... I saw that the opponent just turned slightly, and dodged at a tricky angle.

Klaus seemed to be able to see his embarrassing figure imprinted in the eyes of the other party. There was no slight emotional fluctuation in the dark pool, but he looked down at him indifferently and calmly, clearly taking pictures of his embarrassment. clearly.

Unwillingness and shame mixed with anger slowly rising and brewing.

He attacked again, and from this time on, Klaus slowly became more serious.

However, even so, in the next few attacks, Klaus still missed. For more than 20 minutes, he almost didn't even touch Zhou Bai's clothes, and he could only see Zhou Bai's clothes. The remaining fluctuations in the air after passing by.

Like a baby being teased at will, in the eyes of the other party, his actions are nothing but futile efforts.

"Tsk."

At the moment when he and Zhou Bai passed by each other, he heard a soft mocking sound in his ears, that soft and low nasal sound was just a simple tone, but there was something in it. It was as if a small flame poured into Klaus's heart. The already suppressed emotions were like hot and dry combustibles. After encountering an open flame, they began to ignite a raging flame.

Klaus lowered his figure, his fiery red pupils seemed to be on fire, he let out a low growl, and turned into a beast shape.

It was a Flame Leopard nearly two people tall. Its fiery red fur was smooth and soft covering the undulating refined muscles. It reflected bright fire light as it moved. Shining brightly, it tightly locked onto Zhou Bai's figure.

Zhou Bai raised the corners of his lips and showed a satisfied smile.

Immediately afterwards, before everyone could react, he moved.

The slender figure in white was as fast as a bolt of lightning, but as soft as a piece of silk, with almost only afterimages left. It was oppressed with overwhelming force that made it impossible to escape, and a strong sense of oppression.

The bony white hand caressed the fiery red fur, as gently as a lover's touch, or the touch of a breeze, but in the next second, the fingers tightened.

Hearing a loud bang, the flame leopard's head was deeply pressed into the ground, and the hard-to-white ground was cracked and shattered by the violent pressure, the rock burst out, and spider web-like cracks followed the contact to the surroundings. spread.

The flame leopard's limbs struggled and fluttered, but it couldn't escape the seemingly soft fingers. Its head was pressed into the ground, and its growl was forcibly suppressed in its throat, turning into a pitiful whimper.

The expressions of all the onlookers were blank.

? ? ? ?

Just... what happened just now? ? ? ?

There must be something wrong with my eyes, right? ? ? ?