"Woohoo" The beast roared in a thrilling way, and a massive white-haired orangutan crashed into the iron fence and rushed towards the center of the arena like a raging wind. \ The Kitland barbarian warrior on the opposite side with a giant sword did not expect the other party to break out without waiting for the iron cage to open, and hurriedly swung his sword and stabbed at the eight-foot-tall magic beast, trying to regain the opportunity by attacking and defending.
However, the four-armed orangutan was a completely different from the wild he had hunted in the taiga before, a "gladiator" who had been rigorously trained to compete in the competition It has a higher intelligence than its peers, is experienced in gladiatorial combat, and has a particularly good grasp of the space in the arena.
The initial charge may seem wild but is actually a false move, designed to trick the opponent into a hasty parry.
When the cunning orangutan saw the opponent draw his sword with all his might, he knew that he had won the fight.
In an instant, the distance between the two sides was close to within ten feet, and the four-armed orangutan suddenly lowered his posture, and the two lower arms supported the surface, and with the strength of his feet, he jumped 10 feet high with a "poof", and reached the top of the opponent's head with a somersault The brute warrior stabbed his sword into the air, and the huge inertia drove him to stagger forward, and the heavy weapon in his hand became a burden, and it was too late to change his moves to block.
A shadow flew through the air, and the four-armed orangutan fell like a meteorite, sitting on his head "Wow," the brute exclaimed, and was knocked to the ground by the "Roshan", which weighed more than 800 pounds.
He still wanted to struggle, but four big furry hands had already grabbed his arm and choked his neck, crushing the last trace of his luck.
The referee on the sidelines activated the teleportation array in time to rescue the four-armed orangutan before he could break his neck.
The brute warrior who failed to challenge was helped away by his teammates, becoming the first batch of disappointed people in the dream shattering arena today.
His defeat was also a wake-up call to the rest of the fighter: the arena's monsters were specially trained to fight and were tougher than their wild counterparts The victorious four-armed orangutan was very excited, first rushed to the sidelines, roared through the transparent force field wall, beat his chest with his four arms into fists, demonstrated to the people in the rest area of the opposite race, and then rushed back to the center of the field, raising his arms to show off his muscles to the audience, causing the audience to laugh.
The cunning beast was very pleased with the response from the audience, and tonight he will be rewarded with an all-you-can-eat banana imported from Baiou Harbor for this victory "Poof, this gorilla is really good at pretending, and he has a good talent for acting."
In the box on the sidelines, Veronica couldn't help but laugh.
"Clark, go down and teach that brute a lesson, I hate the haughty look on his face."
In another box, Oleg said coldly.
Clark stood up and grinned, "I'll let it know who's really the main character in the arena."
Holding on to the railing with one hand, he climbed down to the second floor of the arena and landed directly in the middle of the arena.
His ingenious debut immediately drew applause from the audience, and his tall and strong physique was still superior to that of the four-armed orangutan, raising people's expectations for the next showdown.
The four-armed orangutan was neither injured nor did it expend much energy in the gladiatorial fight, and the referee decided that it should continue to play to accept the challenge of Clark the "Frost Fury".
Facing the frost giant, who had more advantages in height and physique than itself, the four-armed orangutan felt the pressure, and it reversed its wild posture just now, and carefully circled Clarke, looking for flaws and delaying time.
Obviously, the cunning brute also knew that the longer the battle dragged on, the lower the score of its opponent and the more likely it was to be eliminated.
Clark grinned, naturally relaxing and lowering his arms, oblivious to the four-armed orangutan's movements.
The four-armed orangutan circled behind Clark's back, and realized that the other party had no intention of turning around, so he turned his back to him, completely undefended.
The nature of the beast made it impossible for the four-armed orangutan to resist such a temptation, and he couldn't help but pounce on it, reaching out four thick arms and trying to grab Clark.
The bison leather shoe-sewn slop creaked against the smooth stone surface, and Clarke's left heel spun on the ground, turning in time to face the four-armed orangutan with a swift and graceful footwork, and pushed forward with both palms, and four phantoms were drawn in the air.
Bang bang Clark instantly struck out four palms, sealing all the attacks of the four-armed orangutans five feet away, and the four muscle collisions formed a line, echoing in the arena for a long time.
The crowd erupted in an uproar, shocked by the Frost Giant's agility in contrast to its sheer size, and most of the spectators, with the exception of a few viewers with superior eyesight, had no idea how Clark had struck a few times in an instant and how the four-armed orangutan had been repelled in an instant.
In the arena, the four-armed orangutan also had shock in his eyes.
It hesitated, still believing in evil, and pounced on Clark again, swinging its arms wildly, four casserole-sized fists blasting at the frost giant at the same time.
Clarke's smile was still the same, his blue eyes flashed brightly, his eyes captured the movements of the four-armed orangutan clearly, his palms slapped in a row, and a series of roars erupted in the air, and the four-armed orangutan's all-out attack was once again invisible.
Not only is the defense impeccable, but Clark's attack is thunderous and incomparable.
Before the four-armed orangutan could launch a new attack, he suddenly took a small step forward, burst into front of the beast, and swung his right arm with lightning speed, striking the four-armed orangutan in the jaw with a crisp uppercut.
With a crunch, the four-armed orangutan was thrown away by the frost giant's punch, and he fell to the ground with a heel in the air.
The terrifying force of the fist shattered its jaw, and the impact was transmitted to the skull, causing a powerful concussion, and the ferocious magic beast rolled its eyes and passed out on the spot.
The referee raised the red flag and declared Clark the winner.
The race took just 46 seconds, which was enough to secure a place from the group and even a chance to take the top spot.
There was thunderous cheers on the sidelines, and the applause lasted for a long time.
Clark gladly accepted the applause of the audience and raised his fists in greeting.
Kitland's fierce folk customs also influenced aesthetic concepts.
Although Clark was not handsome in appearance, his tall and muscular figure and rugged masculine temperament were deeply suited to the appetite of some women.
A wealthy merchant widow sitting in a first-class seat stood up and threw a wink at Clarke, then the rose in her hand.
After the match, the force field wall separating the arena and the spectator seats automatically withdrew, and the roses drifted to the center of the arena in the wind.
Clark took the rose and kissed it impromptuly, and then threw a flying kiss at the dissatisfied rich woman.
There was a lot of noise outside the stadium and whistles blaring.
"His grandmother's, this big guy is bigger than a four-armed orangutan, I can knock him out with a hammer," Bloom muttered angrily.
At the beginning, in front of the city gate, he had a verbal altercation with Clark, and he was very unhappy when he saw the other party in the limelight.
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Roland patted him on the shoulder, "Bloom my brother, don't let jealousy blind your eyes, this Clark is not simple, if you really think that he only has this strength, if you encounter his team in the arena in the future, I am afraid that you will suffer." ” The dwarf was still a little unconvinced: "That guy just knows a little kung fu, plus he is big, and he just bullies people with strength." ” Lyudmila shook her head and sneered when she heard this: "Shorty, you underestimate Clark too much, I have fought with him, I can't take advantage of his strength, and there is no obvious advantage in boxing, it is difficult to say who wins and who loses in a real fight, just now he used three points of strength to deal with the four-armed orangutan." ” This time, the dwarf couldn't believe it, and Vigraf was also surprised: "That means that the frost giant can easily win even against three four-armed orangutans at the same time, what the hell is he?"
"I don't know why, but I know Mira's guess isn't exaggerated."
Roland's eyes condensed slightly, and he opened the "Pupil of Destiny" to observe Clark, "This guy only showed one hand of boxing skills just now, in fact, he also has the rank of a barbarian, and you can imagine how strong he is when he goes berserk." ” Vigraf inhaled to himself, calculating how much of a chance he would have against Clark.
At this time, Roland continued: "Clark's strength is not only this, his title of Frost Fury represents a special advanced class, which is only inherited in the Frost Giant tribe in the New World, and can exert great destructive power with the Berserk, not to mention the four-armed orangutan, even an adult white dragon, and he does not dare to fight him on the ground." ” Everyone was silent.
At this moment, in their eyes, the image of Clarke, the frost giant, has been equated with the dragon
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