Beauty and the Bodyguard

 “This **** is really lucky.”

Mr. Qi gritted his teeth and sneered. Every restrained action of No. 13 was full of mockery in his eyes at this moment.

Every extra second No. 13 lives is a slap in the face!

Lu Chunfeng smiled and expressed relief: "Luck is not under anyone's control. In the end, strength has to speak for itself. He has no chance."

 “That’s natural.”

Mr. Qi's expression softened a little, and he resisted the urge to intervene in the death match on the battlefield.

At this moment, the other one among the three survivors was the death row prisoner No. 8 who had just fired the magic bow.

 The target targeted by Death Row Prisoner No. 8 once again ignored No. 13 and directly aimed at the old man No. 4.

This is normal.

 After all, the performance of old man No. 4 just now was indeed a bit scary. He looked thin and weak, but in the blink of an eye he had killed seven people in a row.

 As long as No. 8 has any sense at all, he cannot risk being attacked by No. 4 and turn around to deal with a loser like No. 13 who has made no achievements and is just relying on luck to survive until now.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three arrows were fired in succession. Number 8 had already staked everything, and he would be killed if he took the shot.

There were exclamations in the stands, and many second-generation people who followed the trend and bought No. 4 to win broke into a cold sweat for him.

The next second, old man No. 4's figure suddenly grew sharply, and his muscles instantly grew dozens of times, turning him into a muscular man.

 With the explosion of force under his feet, a large area of ​​​​the battlefield sank on the spot.

On the other hand, No. 4 himself had transformed into a human-shaped cannonball. Not only did he easily avoid the three arrows, but he also rushed directly in front of No. 8 and slapped him with a backhand.

 No. 8’s head spun seven times in one second.

"good!"

 Looking at the corpse of No. 8 falling down, Mr. Qi clapped his hands and laughed, and the second generation also cheered and echoed.

Now that there were only two people left in the audience, Mr. Qi did not feel that the price had dropped. He looked at No. 13, who was hiding in the corner and shivering, and smiled ferociously.

 “Don’t be in a hurry to kill him, play with him, and play with him to death for me!”

Mr. Qi turned to Lin Yi and said loudly: "I suggest you quickly think about what kind of dog barking you should learn, a male dog or a female dog? But, I think the most suitable one for you is a wild dog. After all, with you I’m a good match.”

There was a roar of laughter in the stands.

Everyone is holding back to see Lin Yi make a fool of himself.

As for the life and death of No. 13 in the field, no one cares.

Zhao Feng frowned and fought back for Lin Yi: "The ones that bark the loudest are the wild dogs. Why do I think you are talking about yourself?"

"ha?"

Mr. Qi's face changed, and he suddenly became angry: "Zhao Feng, you are so shameless. If you know what's going on, stay away from him. I can turn a blind eye."

“If you don’t know the truth yourself and insist on getting involved, then don’t blame me for taking care of you too!”

Zhao Feng sneered back: "Okay, I'll be waiting, you can come and deal with me, I'm afraid you don't have the guts!"

Mr. Qi couldn't help but choke.

Zhao Feng sneered: "You don't have the guts now? You know you have no seed and you still bark so happily. Are you really a castrated dog?"

　　　…”

Mr. Qi’s face turned green and red.

 He really didn’t dare to touch Zhao Feng’s hair.

Even though he has a background in Prince Qi's palace, everyone in the circle with a little bit of brains knows that you can ignore Zhao Feng, but you must not step on her.

With how protective King Zhao is, once trouble breaks out, no matter how rich their family background is, they will never be able to protect them. Prince Qi’s Palace is stronger than Prince Zhao’s Palace, but that doesn’t mean that Prince Qi is willing to fall out with Prince Zhao for him. Those are two completely different concepts.

In desperation, Mr. Qi could only vent his anger on Lin Yi again.

"Lin Yi, you are a man after all, how dare you only hide behind women and chatter? Are you also a coward who only eats soft food?"

With the entire audience watching, Lin Yi showed no emotion at all and just pointed at the field.

 “Your number four is dying.”

Mr. Qi was startled and quickly looked at the battlefield. It was clear that No. 4 was still standing there, preparing to kill No. 13 who was huddled in the corner.

“You’re still bluffing at this time, do you think it’s useful?”

Mr. Qi became more and more contemptuous.

Lin Yi's performance can only prove that he is completely out of ideas and can only find some advantage in words.

 At the end of the day, it’s just stupid.

As a result, at this moment, a very unusual power fluctuation suddenly appeared under the battlefield, and countless dark tentacles emerged from underneath, and the next second they directly entangled No. 4.

As strong as No. 4, under these dark tentacles, he didn't even have time to hum, and was dismembered on the spot.

In just a blink of an eye, No. 4’s flesh and blood residue was swallowed up by the dark tentacles.

 Then, everything calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

Only No. 13, who seemed to be stunned, huddled in the corner and shivered.

 There was dead silence in the whole place.

No one expected that the situation, which was clearly about to be settled, would take such a 180-degree turn.

 The key point is that no one can understand this wave.

Mr. Qi’s people are all stupid.

This is his home court, and he has personally selected all the prisoners on death row. In theory, everything should be under his control. How could such a bizarre situation occur?

"Isn't all their power of rules sealed? Isn't No. 13 a fish that slipped through the net?"

 Some second-generation people who failed to follow suit questioned in public.

 The rest of the people agreed.

This is the only explanation they can think of, otherwise with No. 13’s useless virtue, why would they kill No. 4?

 The key point is that from beginning to end, there was no substantive contact between the two parties.

If there was really any contact, No. 13 would have been bombed to death long ago. How could he still be huddled in the corner at this moment?

However, upon inspection, the seal on No. 13 was not abnormal at all. In fact, the probability of a death row prisoner having problems in this regard was extremely low.

 After all, when it comes to strength sealing, Tianlao is the most professional organization in the entire Inner Court.

Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and immediately said loudly: "Now you have nothing to show off, Mr. Qi, hurry up and admit defeat, your son, the majestic King Qi, will not show off in public, right?"

Mr. Qi looked stiff, with a dark face and did not say a word for a long time.

It’s not that he can’t afford to lose. The problem is that he really doesn’t understand the secret behind it.

Even if you lose, you have to lose clearly.

In fact, not only Mr. Qi, but also Lu Chunfeng beside him was stunned for a long time before finally seeing some clues.

“This is the sacrificial circle. Number 4 was sacrificed just now.”

Mr. Qi was shocked when he heard this: "Sacrifice? Sacrifice to whom? Gods?"