"Boom!"
Just as Saint One strangled the Ghost-faced Goat to death, an icy blue sacred flame appeared in his hand.
The Ghost-faced Goat's body was instantly incinerated into nothingness.
Elder Le Toux's eyes twitched!
Deviant Fire!
He actually had a Deviant Fire!
How could someone in the Orc race cultivate a Deviant Fire?
He believed in his own judgment. He was not wrong.
Those who could cultivate a Deviant Fire were all people with great perseverance.
Not a single one had appeared in the Orc race for a thousand years.
But now …
He felt like he had overlooked something!
Yes!
It was the attitude of King Bimeng and the others!
It was because they were confident that they would win that they showed such an indifferent attitude.
'We have this attitude too!'
'What's going on?'
'I have a trump card to summon demons. What do they have?'
'Could it be this guard's Deviant Fire?'
'That doesn't seem likely.'
If it was King Bimeng who controlled the Deviant Fire, they would still be wary.
But that guard who was not even a Saint yet …
At this moment, Tuman's strongest move was gone.
He was at a loss.
'Should I summon my spirit beast to fight?'
'Would that work?'
At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill from the side.
He looked up.
Saint One's lips curled into a devilish smile.
"The monster you summoned is dead. It's your turn now!"
"You …"
Tuman's expression changed instantly. His heart skipped a beat.
'What should I do?'
'Should I fight or surrender?'
He secretly looked at Elder Le Toux from the corner of his eye.
But Elder Le Toux was staring at the ground in a daze. He did not notice him at all.
'I might as well surrender. It doesn't matter if I lose this round.'
"I …"
Tuman was about to say 'surrender'.
But he felt his neck tighten. He immediately swallowed the words.
A large hand gripped his neck tightly, just like how it gripped the Ghost-faced Goat.
Tuman was completely flustered!
"Ugh … I … Ugh …"
He struggled with all his might. He wanted to say 'surrender'.
But Saint One would not give him the chance.
Boss had said that everyone's opponents should be strangled to death.
Then he would definitely strangle his enemies to death.
"Crack!"
"Stop!"
Just as he snapped Tuman's neck, Elder Le Tu's cold voice sounded.
Saint One ignored him completely.
A blue flame appeared on his palm with a bang.
Tuman was instantly reduced to nothingness.
"You think this kind of trash is worthy of fighting me?!"
Saint One put his hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes, and walked back as if there was no one around.
Elder Le Tu gritted his teeth in hatred.
How arrogant!
He was too arrogant!
A mere guard actually dared to turn a deaf ear to his words!
Good!
Let's see how long you can be so arrogant.
This was only the first round of the competition.
I won't go easy on you guys in the second round!
But in reality, he had never been courteous.
If it was a beastman being killed, he felt that it was only natural.
But if their side was killed, they would not be able to accept it.
"Tu Shu, you go. Don't waste your breath with them. End the battle quickly!"
Elder Le Toux waved his hand.
He urgently needed to win the second match to regain some face.
Their opponent had only used one move, so they had to use one too.
Tu Shu braced himself and went up.
His gaze was fixed on Saint One. He was also afraid!
Tuman could not do it. He could not do it either.
They were all of the same cultivation base. They could summon demons of the same level.
If Saint One went up, not only could he not surrender, but he would also have to pay with his life!
Fortunately, the one who went up was a young man with shifty eyes.
Tu Shu was greatly relieved.