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"Do I look stupid to you?" Yang Bo said irritably.

"Are you brain-damaged? Just like those other idiots—if things go wrong down there, the Bald Tyrant will split you in half!" Allen snapped back just as irritably.

"Heh heh, just bet on me to win." Yang Bo grinned.

"Have you really thought this through?"

"Of course I have."

"You really understand?"

"I know that armor is made of special metal."

"Did you go off and fight in underground matches or something? Take it from your brother—don't push yourself so hard. Worst comes to worst, go back and be a breeding tool." Allen thought Yang Bo had spent the past few years doing dangerous things to make himself stronger.

"I just don't like people like him, that's all." Yang Bo had barely finished speaking.

The Bald Tyrant's Two-Handed Greatsword flew straight out of his hand.

His opponent dodged the Two-Handed Greatsword, but the next instant, the Bald Tyrant himself slammed into him.

The Bald Tyrant's opponent still had one sword left, and he thrust it at the Bald Tyrant.

The Bald Tyrant ignored it completely and let the sword stab into his body.

Then the two of them crashed viciously into the wall of the arena. The walls looked like stone, but they were actually Battleship Armor.

The Bald Tyrant smashed his head into his opponent's face, caving the man's face in completely.

Then he grabbed his opponent by the neck with both hands and twisted hard.

He actually tore the man's neck right off, and blood sprayed out at once.

That was not all. The Bald Tyrant lifted his opponent's head and smashed it against the ground, then jumped up and stomped on it with both feet.

The man's head burst like a rotten watermelon.

"Ahhh!!!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!" The thrill-seeking nobles