If Xina's spray can really reduce the opponent's intelligence, then she can be called a fighting god, Yu Feichen thought.

——If she can still wake up.

The next opponent appeared quickly. He was a stranger, so there was no need to use the attitude towards the employer, and the battle ended quickly. The same was true for the next games.

At the end of every ten rounds, Yu Feichen will receive a reward from the Colosseum, each time it will be the "Trust of the Mist City": the residents of the Mist City will be more willing to pour out their hearts to you.

If this continues, Yu Feichen feels that he will become a tree hole for the residents of the Mist City.

At the end of each ten rounds, Bai ‌ would propose a game of checkers, but Claros rejected each time.

Ten rounds after ten rounds.

Although people have been struggling in the eternal night for a long time, they still have no origin worth mentioning. Because he has seen the scene where Yu Feichen easily destroyed the power of other people's origins, he came on the scene with special apprehension.

Uneasy, fearing that I myself will be destroyed. But in the fight,

It's true that he can't use his origin, and Yu Feichen hasn't shown any strength that is different from ordinary people. They have similar physiques and similar muscle strength, so there seems to be nothing to fear.

After three rounds, the man fell on his back and realized something in his heart: Regardless of all other conditions, this man was ten thousand times better than him in terms of fighting consciousness and skills.

...Why do you call it "I have lost my memory"? It is better to call it "I have become a pervert".

Also, because Yu Feichen accurately controlled his injuries every time, he recognized him as a principled and good person. So, within thirty seconds of lying on the ground, he and Yu Feichen struck up a conversation.

"Amnesia, how old are you this year?"

"..."

"Amnesia, what's your name?"

"..."

"Amnesia, where is your territory in Yongye? What style do you follow?"

"Give me the coordinates. I will study some other day..."

He felt cold all over his body while he was sleeping.

He saw the amnesia's dark eyes looking straight at him, as if he were looking at a dead person.

He: "I don't mind helping you control your tongue."

In order to protect his tongue from being cut off, the man consciously shut up. But at the last second of the thirty seconds, when he was about to be teleported away, he still lost control of his tongue and said:

"Oh, I have lost my memory, and there will still be a good person like you in this eternal night..."

Before he was passed away, the person who came on the field was injured more seriously than anyone else. When he left the field, the man hugged his shoulders and grinned: "Fuck, I'm innocent.

...‌It kills me. I will remember you and I will cut your tongue sooner or later...so many words..."

Sporadicly, Yu Feichen also met some poker members whose names were similar to ‌ Kuaisi. Their strength was slightly inferior to ‌ Kuaisi, and ‌‌ was wrong.

People who grew up in the eternal night have accumulated a lot of experience in survival and fighting, and have a strong will, so they gain more strength. And the few poker members he met except ‌Kuan Si, although their strength is strong ‌

, there is no matching quality, it looks strange, like some kind of deformed product.

Yu Feichen had been fighting, and Claros had been writing and drawing in the borrowed medical record. The man in the black raincoat poked his head towards the chest, bending his neck like a roasted goose, and finally saw the contents of the notebook:

The gatekeeper records the strength attribute of each person who fights Xiaoyu, and then uses detailed data to compare the person's strength in this attribute.

After another ten consecutive wins, among the white figures in the corner of the auditorium, someone once again stopped the croupier to propose checkers. Claros still chose to refuse.

Dealer: "The white king refuses to play checkers."

But this time it didn’t stop there. After a while, the croupier turned to Claros in the darkness and said: “The White King’s words are brought to the White King.”

Claros responded with interest: "Oh?‌‌."

The words of King Bai and Huang Huang cannot be heard by the audience in the distance, but the dealer's words are blessed by the power of the City of Mist, so no matter how small the voice is, they will ring equally in everyone's ears.

Just listen to the croupier's tone of voice being extremely straight, and he slowly uttered three words.

is a question.

"Are you delivering?"

These three simple and direct words contained endless emotions. Many people in Black Chess laughed out loud.

After hearing this, Claros smiled and replied.

The croupier turned towards the direction of the White Emperor.

"Wang Bai, please reply to Huang Huang."

"Don't sound so ugly." Just listen to the croupier repeating the heart-wrenching words in a mechanical tone: "Although, I am indeed the mole."

"..."

The White Emperor did not ask the dealer to send any more messages.

The candlelight was dim, swaying slightly due to the movement of people talking.

Audiences who were close to them could hear what they were saying.

"...very familiar."

"Can't you see it on the blackboard?"

"So we went there." The person chuckled: "Isn't that person always known for his kindness, so he would actually accept him to join?"

“I don’t know what stage of growth I have reached.”

"Don't worry about it." The voice of the person who chuckled just now gradually became lower and lower, and only the beginning could be heard clearly: "It was already planted in his origin back then..."

Eternal Day Seat.

Claros refused again. Windsor said: "The checkers will end early, wouldn't it?"

"Not good." Claros said, "Xiaoyu is so fierce, who else can Bai make him jump? I don't want to go up and get beaten."

"Perhaps you are destined to go up and get beaten."

"Then I can only hope that Xiaoyu's chest will be scratched a few more times at that time."

Windsor smiled gently: "How ruthless, the gatekeeper."

In this way, Windsor's eyes seemed to sweep across the Yongzhou crowd inadvertently, and finally stopped on Anfei.

The Duke of Windsor has been growing up in a brightly lit social scene almost since he was born, and it has always been his specialty to discern the true context of the facts from the complicated appearances.

Up to now, the fighting in the Colosseum has been going on for a long time, but everyone in Yongzhou looked like they were not bothered by the excitement, and even hoped that the fight would last longer, especially the gatekeepers.

obvious.

The gatekeeper wanted to find out the details of Yu Feichen, so he had been watching and recording, and the god who had a close relationship with their brother Yu...

Every time, Yu Feichen used the metal part to scratch the wound that had just begun to heal. He could see the worry in the god's heart from his subtle expressions and movements, as if the sharp object was also scratching his body.

.

However, this god has no intention of ending it early.

Windsor looked at His left hand.

The back of the hand was partially covered by the black wide sleeves, and the slender and perfect fingers rested lightly on the luxurious dark red velvet armrest. The color combination made the god's fingertips look cold. As time went by, His fingertips would become lighter.

Tap lightly on the handrail, the amplitude is very small, but the interval between each time is the same.

The God of Time has not yet awakened. Has God calculated the time himself? What is He waiting for? Does Yu Feichen know? Where are the other priests?

Withdrawing his gaze, Windsor also started to enjoy the sweetness.

I always feel that everything is actually in God's plan.

Many ten rounds passed.

For those who do not know how to use the original power, Yu Feichen will only use his physical strength to fight them. Those who try to use the original power to influence Yu Feichen's will have failed without exception. As for those

Those who have walked into the three paths of ‌ and manifested their original power into physical objects...

At this time, those powers will easily disappear and break in front of Yu Feichen.

At this time, before they even got close to Yu Feichen, they shrank back and retreated. Their power even hid behind their master's back, which made his master think more and more: "

I might as well raise a dog for you..."

The largest manifestation of power was a witch wearing a white magic robe, and her number was at the forefront of the bishop's game. The witch's power came to the field in the form of thick fog, like white sea water flooding the area.

In the fog, there were sad cries everywhere.

The movement of the person in the fog is restricted. He can't hear any sounds except crying, and can't see anything in the fog. Only the owner of the fog can sense everything in the fog.

When she was sneaking in the fog, approaching the opponent's direction, brewing murderous intent, she saw the sea of ​​thick fog in front of her, surging to the side and splitting into towering white walls, like a solemn passage, and Yu Feichen

Walking slowly towards her on the other side of the passage.

Falling into the ocean of white mist, the witch closed her eyes and listened to the whisper of the original power.

Then, she looked at Yu Feichen who was looking down at her and spoke.

"The power from the essence of the world is supposed to be higher than all things. I control it now, and I am only temporarily borrowing it in the eternal time. Why would they surrender and bow to the people in this world?"

She said, "No offense, but would you like me to answer your questions?"
To be continued...