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"Why panic? At worst, they'll all be beaten to death. You can kill a whole bunch of them yourself."
Li Si comforted silently.
At this time, everyone seemed to have arrived. The leader of Modar, Dilu Modar, stood up from his seat. First, he made a formal leadership speech to mobilize the atmosphere, and then his style suddenly changed.
"Huha! Huha! Huha!"
"Huha! Huha! Huha!"
A group of indigenous people were driven over again, and led by Dilu Modar, they started to dance strangely while cheering.
It's probably like bending down and opening your arms like a toad, and then stepping back and forth on the ground with your left and right feet. It looks funny and weird.
"Looking at his professional proficiency... this fat black man can't be a real African chief in reality, can he?"
Seeing Dilu's skilled Aboriginal language and movements, a black line hung on Li Si's forehead.
I heard that many aboriginal tribes perform sacrificial dances when performing certain activities, and Dilu Modar held a duel with such a sense of ritual, building a ring and performing aboriginal dances...
Could this be the legendary--the real African chief?
Well, are there still non-chief tribes in reality? I haven't really found out about this. It seems that people in Africa have learned to establish a federal system, right?
Could it be that this fat black man inherited the noble blood of the African chieftains, a blood inheritance?
Under the enhanced brain activity of Research and Development's skills, Li Si's thoughts unknowingly spread to the extreme and turned into random thoughts.
"Sorry, it's a professional habit. It doesn't feel very formal if I don't have an opening ceremony."
After a dance, Diru Modar came back, smiled kindly at a few people and sat back in his seat.
(?`?Д?′)!!
"Let me tell you, professional habits? Is this guy really an African chief who changed his career?"
Li Si, who was finally brought back to his senses by the voice, almost fell down from his seat again.
"It's just a beating, and there are so many messy things."
Cyril·Cross curled his lips and said, "Let's start directly. I will let Carl play in the first round."
Cyril·Cross is obviously very confident.
Li Si already knows the rules of the competition from Sen·Angus.
Compared with the "grand" opening ceremony, the rules of the three-party competition are simple and crude, without any rules. Each party sends one person to the field, and the winner continues to fight with the other. The winner is the one who remains. The entire game has a total of five rounds. If you win the next round, you will get one-fifth of the resource output in the mine.
In this case, it is basically a pure competition of strength, and the only thing that can make some sense is the order of sending people.
If you send people out first, it will naturally be easier for the other two sides to send out opponents of equal strength. Unless you are extremely confident in your own side's strength, it is impossible for Cyril·Cross to be the first to stand up.
"In that case, I won't make any fuss, Loda, go up and have a fight with Carl."
Dilu Modar smiled when he saw this, and also named one of the many Hound Organization members standing behind him.
However, Diru·Modar's performance made Sen·Angus look livid with anger.
These two people obviously did not take them Angus seriously at all. Cyril·Cross Needless to say, Dilu·Modar was in Cyril just now E·Cross deliberately kept silent before speaking. After Cyril·Cross finished speaking, he immediately sent someone to come on. This is simply naked contempt.
No, it's not even contempt. Perhaps in their eyes, this has become a competition between Cross and Modar, and the people of Angus are just an insignificant process on the way to victory.
"Mr. Jack, how about you be a referee?"
After Dilu Modar finished speaking, he turned to Li Si and said something again, which once again made Sen Angus so angry.
"No problem, I just want to see it up close."
Li Si glanced at Sen·Angus, then nodded in agreement, stood up, took a few steps forward, and jumped onto the ring with a vertical leap.
At the same time, the two contestants sent out by Cyril·Cross and Dilu Modar also walked out of the crowd and jumped onto the ring from one end.
The two wore standard black and gray combat uniforms, so they were easy to distinguish.
Carl is a thin blond white young man. Among white people who generally have relatively large frames, it is rare to be as thin as Carl. He looks like a drug addict.
Loda is a black man like Dilu Modar, with a bald head and the exact same white rhombus Crystal inlaid between his eyebrows.
However, their body types are completely different. Diru Modar's body is full of puffy fat, while Loda's body has dark and shiny bulging muscles. It seems that at least his physical attributes are pretty good.
"The game begins."
After the two people stood opposite each other at both ends of the ring, Li Si didn't waste any time. He shouted "Start" and then retreated to the side of the ring to watch.
He was also quite curious about the battle between these two people.
Dilu Modar would choose to compete in the ring, so he obviously has confidence in his side's close combat ability, but the members of Modar seem to be mainly telekinetic, and it is not known how they will fight in close combat.
Whoosh!
When Li Si shouted to start, Carl, who was wearing a gray combat uniform, was the first to attack.
Carl's footsteps were light and he rushed towards Loda with a forward leaning posture. On the way, he touched his waist and two short daggers appeared in his palms.
"Roar!"
The reaction of the black man Loda was not slow. Seeing that the dagger was about to reach his body in an instant, he let out a ferocious roar. Carl's body as he rushed forward felt as if he was hit by an invisible force.
However, Carl seemed to have expected this. His eyes were cold and he didn't say a word. When he was knocked back, he leaned back and supported the ground with one hand and rolled backwards to remove the impact.
Da da da da da da!
At the same time, a circle of needle rain composed of countless thin metal needles fell not far in front of him, nailing densely packed small holes into the wooden cylinder used to build the arena.
If it hadn't rolled backwards just now, I'm afraid these pinholes would have been on Carl.
Ordinary people might have broken down in cold sweat when encountering such a thrilling scene, but Carl showed no emotion in his eyes and rushed towards Loda again without saying a word.
This time his speed was at least twice as fast as before, and the arena was not big, so he rushed in front of Loda in almost the blink of an eye.
The black man Loda didn't seem to have fully recovered after the previous outburst. It wasn't until the dagger was almost pressed against his neck that he managed to erupt another wave of invisible telekinesis.