Surprised!
The whole arena exchanged glances.
What happened?
A second-grade refugee actually jumped onto the arena, rushing to court death?
That’s right.
This is just a refugee, and a rather ordinary one at that.
The shocking whip marks on Su Yue’s body had already betrayed his useless nature.
If he had any skill, he wouldn’t be unable to find even a few spirit dicines, and instead get whipped three tis; he must be a complete waste.
"Where did this fool co from? Get down."
Seeing this, a second-grade mber of the Tree Banner Garrison Camp cursed angrily.
Dianshi City was already embarrassing enough, and now there’s a fool making a scene.
You, as a refugee, can’t even withstand one move from Iron Liver.
"Huang Dou, what’s the point of showing off."
Huangwa sighed.
From his perspective, Huang Dou was already dead.
Whether he dies at the hands of Iron Liver or regrets running down, his end is death.
It’s better to die cleanly at Iron Liver’s hands.
If he regrets it and runs down, he will surely continue to be tortured endlessly.
Impulsive.
An impulsive warrior.
In the crowd, most were jeering and mocking.
Even refugees from the Banner Garrison Camp showed no kindness.
Huang Dou’s actions are considered seeking death on his own; no one can stop him.
...
"Red Ox, your camp general skills at commanding troops are quite poor.
"I, a Steel Bone Race warrior, ca to challenge real warriors, not this kind of garbage.
"If this garbage is killed by Iron Liver, it’s counted as ten losses for you, and the treasure goes to .
"I think your Yangxiang Race has been slaughtered by the Wuwen Race until almost no one is left, all that’s left is garbage to court death."
The Steel Bone Race camp general sneered disdainfully.
Utterly embarrassing, laughable.
Red Ox gritted his teeth.
The mockery from the Steel Bone Race was like steel nails, firmly piercing his chest.
Discipline!
Is there still discipline, is there still authority?
In such an important duel, how could a refugee rush up?
All are useless.
All are fools.
He looked coldly at the scene below, but didn’t speak.
This kind of trivial matter wasn’t worth the command of a Seventh-Grade General like him.
"Beast, get down imdiately, you refugees don’t belong on the arena."
The second-grade mber of the Tree Banner Garrison Camp continued to curse.
But they also didn’t dare to rush onto the arena casually. If the camp general kept them there, forcing a challenge to Iron Liver, it would spell death.
"I don’t belong on the arena?
"Fine, then co up!"
Actually, Su Yue had only spoken two sentences since standing on the arena, many people were still discussing.
Seeing the Third-Grade Guard Commander was about to co up and catch him, Su Yue turned his gaze, glaring coldly at all the second-grade warriors.
It was ti to give a speech.
"You..."
Instantly.
The few second-grade martial artists near the arena fell silent.
They should have gone up to drive Su Yue away, but they truly didn’t dare to step onto the arena casually.
"Our Yangxiang Race, being suppressed by the Steel Bone Race, hardly able to lift our heads, you can tolerate this, but I, Huang Dou, cannot tolerate it.
"Though the Banner Garrison Camp has vanished, my fighting spirit will not extinguish.
"Even if I, Huang Dou, am beaten to death today, I will take a bite out of this Steel Bone Race.
"Regardless of whether the Banner Garrison Camp still exists or not, the sons of the Yangxiang Race know no cowardice."
The Third-Grade Guard had already reached him.
At this mont, Su Yue’s powerful words plunged the entire arena into temporary silence.
Even the Guard Commander was montarily stunned.
Filled with passion, throat hoarse.
Just a few short sentences, quite provocative.
Especially the refugees from the Banner Garrison Camp, each could relate, recalling the humiliation endured during this period, their hearts were even more filled with bitterness.
Indeed.
Before the Banner Garrison Camp was dismantled, each of them was a hot-blooded warrior.
But now?
Neither human nor ghost.
Every day worrying over a broken piece of herb, living in insecurity.
Bitterness.
Imnse bitterness.
The warriors of the Tree Banner Garrison Camp also felt deep guilt from Su Yue’s words.
Their courage wasn’t even comparable to that of a refugee.
Ashad.
Truly ashad.
"Hahaha, a defeated army’s trash, what qualifications do you have to shout around, I can kill you with one strike."
Iron Bone taunted using the Yangxiang Race language, not speaking fluently.
Full of himself, having killed nine Yangxiang Race mbers consecutively, he was at the peak of his prowess.
Once he kills the tenth, the camp general will reward him greatly.
"Strike.
"The Yangxiang Race can be defeated, but never feared!"
Su Yue’s eyes were bloodshot, roaring through clenched teeth.
At this mont, he was a beast not afraid of death.
Roar!
Instantly, many from the Yangxiang Race joined in the shout.
This type of simpleton was the easiest to incite.
How can one explain explosive acting?
This was exactly acting; Su Yue felt he shouldn’t have practiced martial arts.
Go into entertainnt, perform a "Chicken You Are So Beautiful" dance, sing a "Big Bowl Wide Noodles", maybe he could have beco a national idol.
...
Red Ox looked at Su Yue but did not continue to stop him.
Actually, whether to stop or not has lost its aning; Tree Banner Garrison Camp already lost either way.
But the words and actions of this refugee youth were indeed admirable to him.
Though his strength was weak, his courage was comndable.
If he could inspire the war spirit of the Yangxiang Race before dying, he’d die worthy.
The situation was irreversible.
Whoever dies is the sa, let it be.
"Co on, Red Ox.
"Bring out the treasure."
Steel Bone Race camp general sneered coldly.
Red Ox, with a gloomy face, ultimately reluctantly brought out a golden-yellow branch.
This was a kind of training item very effective for a Grandmaster.
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