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Chapter five hundred and eight easy, helpless

Faced with such an attack, Rupert's arms were instantly retracted, blocking his chest, and a thick true energy appeared, separating himself from the terrifying sword energy. After blocking it slightly, he moved his body sideways and avoiding the subsequent attack.

"You won!" Rupert, who had been hiding aside, spoke quickly, and the little bit of cold light towards his chest stopped.

"Take the offer!" Dugu took back his own and returned to his posture of standing with his hands behind his back.

"You are no longer on the same level as before!" Rupert said with a wry smile and shook his head, "Now Okam has met his opponent!"

"My target is not Okam..." Dugu said lightly, leaving the arena in Rupert's surprised eyes.

"Not Okam? Who is that? James? No?" He squeezed his chin with his bloody hands, muttered, looked at his arm, took big steps, and left quickly.

The first game ended with Dugu easily winning. After a few minutes of rest, the two of them in the second game had already appeared on the ring.

If the civil war between Tongjiu and Ah Xing, two of the quarterfinals of China, was a battle that made other countries gloat and watch the show, the battle between Okam and James, was also part of the ranks of those who were watching the show.

Because they have a good personal relationship and are very good friends.

"Occam, among all of you, you are the person I want to meet the last one!" James, with a beard, spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and looked helpless.

"Since that's the case, then it's over soon!" Okam smiled helplessly and inserted the giant sword in his hand in front of him.

"Okay, okay, it's over soon, I can have a drink! But today you treat me!" James said, starting to move.

"No problem!" While responding, he held his hands on the hilt of the giant sword in front of him. Suddenly, Okam's aura changed, and in the last second, the friendly atmosphere between the two disappeared.

Dragging the giant sword in his hand, the sharp sword fell to the ground, leaving a deep scar.

Seeing this, James's face also became serious, and his feet were constantly stomping on the ground. The next second, his body shook slightly and blurred for a moment. The next moment, he appeared next to Occam, who was ten meters away, and punched him out with a punch.

"Sher!" James' punch was so fast that his fists seemed to disappear.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Okam slanted the giant sword and blocked the opponent's punch with the place close to the hilt of the sword. However, he felt like he was hit by a car, and his feet were tightly attached to the ground and drew several meters away on the ground.

But before Okam could stand firm, another fast and powerful fist came over.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!
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