Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 25 Who does the rose belong to?
Claire looked around and saw that everyone's attention was on the center of the arena, so she responded in a low voice, "Will there be death in the arena?"

"In rare cases, most of the orcs went to the medical room as soon as they were knocked off the field. They are strong and will not cause accidents easily." The girl answered her with a hint of joy.

Claire became even more worried. She looked towards the arena, and the font floating above kept refreshing the list of eliminated personnel, and the radio kept broadcasting the personal numbers of those who failed the battle.

There is a floating inverted triangle logo above everyone's head, and the color will change according to the number of people in the balanced camp.

The smell of blood in the arena became more and more serious, and Claire saw Cassius after the number of people gradually decreased.

He was wearing a uniform and slim black sportswear, outlining a strong physique. His strong arms bulged out his muscles, and he hugged the waist of the person from the opposite camp. He threw the person to the ground and quickly flipped over to ride on the opponent's back. , grasping his arm with the palm of his hand and pulling it back violently.

Claire watched with her own eyes as Cassius stretched out a section of the enemy's arm, and the bones turned outwards. The severely dislocated arm fell to the ground like soft noodles, and there was a wailing sound.

After knocking down a person, Cassius quickly got up, kicked the enemy who was trying to sneak up behind him with a roundabout kick, and directly kicked the person a few meters away. His strength was amazing, his movements were clean and neat, and his men were merciless.

Claire opened her eyes and looked at his overly agile figure and reaction speed in disbelief. Cassius's strength was not at all inferior to the orc's innate superiority. His mechanical arm punched When it reaches the enemy's abdomen, it can instantly make the opponent fall to the ground.

There was also a bear-like Bude rampaging around the field.

The radio kept broadcasting: "No. 13 failed, No. 26 failed, No. 34 failed."

The eyes of all the females in the VIP seats gradually focused on the most outstanding orcs and Cassius.

There are some cheers ahead.

"Doris, it seems Commander Cassius and the rose must be yours."

"That's not necessarily true. I think Commander Bude is also determined to win Rose and Doris."

Doris raised her head and said proudly: "Cassius is not inferior to any orc, and now the child problem can be solved. I won't suffer at all from marrying him. We will definitely be together."

Those voices are still on Claire's feet, reminding her that she is a reproductive machine.

The girl behind her comforted her, "You are better than me, at least you don't have to suffer from the orcs."

Claire looked back at her and noticed that her exposed collarbone and neck had bite marks of varying degrees, and some places had broken skin, which looked a bit serious.

Claire thought about it, but found that she couldn't say a word to comfort the other party, so she could only smile.

The last four people remained in the combat area, the drums echoed fiercely, the atmosphere was anxious, and undercurrents surged.

Claire is not very surprised that Cyril has survived intact until now. In her opinion, the person who can get close to Cassius must have some skills.

The camp changed again, and Cyril and Bud were placed opposite Cassius.

Cassius brought a man who looked about the same size as him alone. Claire didn't know what he said to the people in the same camp, but they quickly dispersed and ran in two directions.

Bude and Cyril attacked Cassius at the same time, and the cameras in the arena gave him a close-up.

On the holographic screen, Claire could clearly see the black shattered hair clinging to his forehead, sweat dripping down the tip of the hair, and sliding down the bridge of his tall nose.

The strong charm of a wild man moved Claire's heart slightly. Despite the current background, this commander will definitely become the most popular man in the human race. No woman can resist his charm at this moment.

Facing the attack of the two orcs at the same time, Cassius did not panic at all, and quickly avoided the enemies rushing from both sides with his body movements.

Bude tried to knock him down with his feet, and his ankles spun a cloud of dust in the black sand. Cassius grabbed Cyril's fist with one hand, and the moment he was knocked down by Bud, he forcibly grabbed Cyril's arms flipped around.

The three of them fell directly together, and the man who was left alone ran back at this time. He took off his sports jacket and directly strangled Cyril's neck, and was pinned between Bud and Cassius. His face flushed instantly, and those emerald green eyes were also stained with a layer of scarlet. Cyril was still holding Cassius' arm and trying to break free, but now he had to let go.

Cassius got up on his knees sideways, clenched his right hand and punched Cyril directly in the face, making him dizzy.

Bude, who was pressed down at the bottom, exerted his strength and pushed Cyril away.

Radio broadcast: "Number 4 failed."

Cyril was thrown out of the combat area just like that, and Bud got up and rushed straight to the man who was in the way. The man who met his ferocious face chose to run away.

"Number 6 failed."

"The final duel, No. 2 and No. 1."

Seeing this, the smile on Doris's face became even brighter. No matter who wins the rose, it will be hers. At this time, she almost got the envious eyes of all the females in the audience.

"The two commanders are fighting for you, Doris."

There are females to flatter again.

Claire stared at Cassius, and he suddenly glanced in the direction of the auditorium. The thin girl in a white dress was particularly eye-catching among the messy colors.

Regardless of her appearance, she just sat there quietly, different from everyone around her.

Bude rushed over at this moment, a huge roar came out of his mouth, the muscles of his strong body tensed, and the force with which he kicked Cassius was almost to vent all the hatred he had formed for so long.

Cassius looked particularly small in front of him, but his speed and mobility annoyed the slightly bulky Bude, and he rarely had a chance to punch him.

When Cassius was caught by Bude, he hugged his waist and threw him to the ground. He hit the opponent's abdomen with several elbows in succession. Bude didn't let go, but led him to the edge of the combat area. go.

Both of them had scars to varying degrees during the fight. Cassius stared intently at the layer of black sand on the ground, and suddenly his arms hugged Bud's back neck, and he exerted strength with both legs.

The mechanical right arm contained great power, and Bud was directly knocked down to the ground by him. Cassius took this opportunity to grab a handful of black sand, and stuffed it into Bud's mouth decisively when he roared to get up. .

The black sand entered Bud's mouth, and the delicate throat rubbed against the coarse sand. Every time he breathed and swallowed, Bud suffered endlessly.

Cassius knelt on his waist and punched Budde's fragile throat hard. When he curled up and covered his neck in pain, Cassius lifted him with one hand and threw him away. Out of the combat zone.

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