It All Starts with the Wizard

Quincy’s body is only over two meters, although the whole body and muscles look very strong, but it is not enough to look at compared to a bull, but his muscle lines are smooth, and his footsteps are light, which is just like his name. The same, is a speed type player.

Although the scene is very unfavorable for Quincy, he does not think that he will lose. In other words, he can be regarded as having experienced a lot of battles. He has never seen any kind of player. In his opinion, the bull has a strong body. Shuo has a strong sense of strength, but for a speed player like him, just be careful not to be caught by him, and then find the opportunity to attack his vulnerable parts, such as eyes, eardrums, and crotch.

Moreover, the area of ​​this arena is not small, there is enough space for him to move around. Although his thoughts are damaging, but in this death arena, winning by unscrupulous means is the most important factor that can resonate among the spectators. He will Step on the name of the bull and become the strongest man in this arena!

Boom!

The iron gate at the entrance of the arena was heavily lowered. Two murderous men stood face to face. Quincy’s eyes were full of alertness and provocation. In the state of strength, Man Niu seemed to be a little absent-minded. Instead of looking at his opponent, he cast his gaze on the second floor stand, seeming to be looking for something.

Noting the sight that Man Niu glanced over, Roman also straightened up slightly and nodded at him with a smile. Man Niu also raised his right fist and patted his chest firmly, indicating that there was no problem.

Just as Barbarian’s sight left the stand where Roman was in, Quincy moved, his thigh muscles contracted violently, and then his right foot slammed on the floor, and the man rushed towards Barbarian like lightning. Niu, after reaching a position about half a meter in front of him, Quincy's forward momentum suddenly stopped!

I saw his left foot point to the ground, his right leg lifted, and his body began to rotate rapidly with the inertia of the forward thrust. The whole person turned into a violent whirlwind, and the air was all hunted.

As soon as the bull's gaze returned to the arena, he saw a human-shaped whirlwind suddenly rose up in front of him, and then a leg slammed out of it. Under the drive of centrifugal force, Quincy's right leg almost completely turned into an afterimage. The surrounding audience only felt a flower in front of them, and then there was a pop.

Looking over again, I saw Quincy leaping up high in the air, his right leg just hitting Barbarian Bull’s sturdy neck, Barbarian’s body was slightly tilted, and he let out a muffled hum. The huge body was kicked into the air and hit the iron fence sturdily.

The audience is quiet!

At this moment, the commentator also reacted. In order to make up for the gaffe, he immediately shouted in excitement:

"What happened! Yes! It appeared! Cyclone Quincy's famous stunt-Cyclone leg! Through the high-speed rotation of the body, all the power of the whole body and the huge inertia of the forward thrust are concentrated on the right leg, and then the opponent's neck is kicked fiercely. At this point, countless gladiators died under his foot, and some players were even kicked into the head! Barbarian bull has been killed by this trick. I don’t know if he can fight again? Say, Cyclone Quincy will become the biggest dark horse in this game? Will a new generation of gladiator kings be born today?!"

Listening to the shouts of the commentary, Quincy felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life and defeated the incredible bull in full view. Although there was a sneak attack, victory was victory. Only the weak would care about the process. The strong only look at the results!

From Roman’s point of view, Quincy’s explosion just now is absolutely amazing. Both the strength and the timing are perfect, and the position of the attack is wisely chosen relatively speaking. The most fragile neck area perfectly takes advantage of its own speed, and to a great extent makes up for the gap in the strength of the twins.

"It seems that Quincy is not a shrewd guy. He has two brushes."

Roman thought silently in his heart.

"what!"

A scream scared Roman a jump. He turned his head and saw the attendant sitting on the ground with a dull-eyed look, trembling all over, looking at the bull who was lying motionless on the floor in disbelief, his mouth was unconscious. As he muttered, Roman listened carefully:

"Draft grandma, draft grandma..."

Roman kicked him speechlessly and said:

"What are you afraid of, that guy is not dead yet?"

When the attendant heard this, he immediately got up and continued to look at it with a hint of hope.

At this time, some of the surrounding spectators had already begun to call Quincy's name. One of the old men flushed with excitement, holding a copper plate in his hand and waving around, spitting stars and roaring loudly:

"I know you! Quincy! I know you can do it! I will always support you! Go to the **** bull! Go to the **** Ampton! You are the strongest!"

Under the leadership of this old man, the few sincere iron fans who had turned to each other just now also stood up immediately, and then began to shout:

"If I see it, I will say that my vision is not wrong. It must be my Quincy to win! Cyclone Quincy! No, no, no, Hurricane Quincy! You are Hurricane Quincy!"

"Roar, Hurricane Quincy!"

"Go and give him the final blow, I would call you the strongest, Hurricane Quincy!"

Hearing the gradually high-pitched shouts from the stands, the corners of Quincy's mouth slightly cocked, revealing a complacent look.

"Hurricane Quincy? It sounds pretty good, it's decided, I will be Hurricane Quincy from now on! Champion of the arena-Hurricane Quincy!"

Quincy, who had the new name, was very excited. He clenched his fist and looked at the bull who was still lying on the ground:

"When I hit my kick in the front, his neck was absolutely broken. Even if he was awake at the moment, he was half-struck. As long as I give him one last blow, then I will..."

He was thinking. Suddenly, Man Niu's body moved, and then sat up. He twisted his neck. There was nothing there at the moment, let alone the injury, not even a red mark was left.

"Yawn... Have you enjoyed enough? Kid? Experiencing the feeling of being a champion before you die is a compensation for your next encounter."

The audience was silent again.

Immediately afterwards, a more violent sound began to erupt, and everyone jumped and began to frantically shout the name of the bull.

"Manniu! Manniu! Manniu!"

Just now, the old men who gave Quincy the name of Hurricane looked at the crowds around the crowd shouting for the bulls at a loss. UU reading www.uukanshu.com one by one was stunned. Finally, it was the old one at the beginning. Brother reacted, he tore off his shirt, stroked his hair quickly with his saliva, and then screamed with the crowd:

"Hurricane... Fuck... Barren Bull! Barren Bull! You are the strongest, kill that little bitch!"

The other elder brothers also responded quickly, and immediately gave themselves a simple change of appearance, and joined the shouting army without hesitation:

"Kill that little bitch!"

"Kill that little bitch!"

The whole process was completed in one go, seamlessly connected, and breathtaking, once again igniting the wind direction of the audience, and immediately the whole arena remembered the uniform shouts of the spectators:

"Kill that little bitch!"

"Kill that little bitch!"