It All Starts with the Wizard

Seeing that the gambling agreement was established, the bald brother seemed to be relieved, and he thought to himself:

　　 "Hmph, if it's outside, I'm really not sure, but in this prison, the bloodline and mental power are completely suppressed, and you can only rely on physical strength to decide the outcome.

　　 I have watched a lot of Scottish games. This guy's physical strength is absolutely abnormal, and he can crush the opponent in almost every game.

On the contrary, Rodney doesn’t look like a bloodline refining wizard. His power can never be stronger than Scott. In addition, Scott and Ben are all bald heads. That’s why, huh, this. The game is stable! "

　　 The bald brother had a calculation in his heart, and suddenly felt that he had a big win, and he didn't know why he came to this conclusion by his hairstyle. In short, he glanced at Solomon with disdain, and then showed a confident smile.

　　 Solomon met the bald brother's smile, and said silently in his heart again:

　　 "Silly lack."

　　 At this time, with a whistle sounded, the game finally officially started.

　　 At the moment when the whistle sounded, Scott immediately stopped his muscles. The whole person, like a cannonball, slammed into Rodney, and came to him almost instantly.

　　 In the face of this sudden attack, Rodney was not flustered either. With a little toe, the person had already flashed to the side, and he avoided Scott's shoulder collision dangerously and dangerously.

However, his move was clearly within Scott's calculations. He stepped forward and stepped heavily. The whole person had stopped abruptly, and then with a wave of his right arm, a punch hit Rodney's. Above the door.

　　 This punch was full of strength, and he directly knocked Rodney out for several tens of meters, and stopped until he hit the protective cover on the edge of the arena, causing ripples in circles.

"Pretty!"

Seeing this scene, the bald brother couldn't help standing up and shouting. He had seen this scene where Scott stunned his opponent directly with a punch. Now Rodney took the punch head-on. I'm afraid he can do it. Standing up is a problem, now, it is really stable.

　　 While Solomon still had his hands in his pockets and looked at the ceiling with his eyes, he looked like he was wandering away from the sky, as if his attention was no longer in the game.

In the field, Rodney leaned against the protective cover, lowered his head, and his body was a bit swayed. It seemed that he had not recovered from the previous blow, but by this time Scott had rushed in front of him again. A heavy fist hit Rodney in the chest.

　　 With a dull impact, the protective shield behind Rodney once again rippled with large ripples, and seeing this scene, the prisoners watching the battle shouted more enthusiastically.

　　 "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　　 Scottrade didn't seem to want to give his opponent a chance to breathe at all. He swung his fists and hit Rodney's chest continuously, but after a dozen punches in a row, Scottrade's face showed a look of doubt.

　　 Logically speaking, having been hit by so many punches by himself, this guy should have been seriously injured and dying? Why doesn't the monitoring magic array send out a reminder?

　　 However, before Scott could understand, he felt his right fist suddenly stopped. He immediately retracted his thoughts, looked over, and saw that his fist was tightly gripped by the other hand.

　　 Then, Scott saw the man in front of him slowly raise his head, and his face still had the same sneer as before:

　　 "Hehe, have you played enough? Yes, it finally made me awake."

I don’t know why, after seeing Rodney’s smile, Scott’s heart jumped wildly, the warning signs flashed again and again, and the instinct of his body madly reminded him to retreat, as if he was standing naked at the moment with a fierce beast. In front of him, and his own hand is grabbing the opponent's fangs.

　　 Scott did not hesitate, he immediately pulled away and backed away, and then put on a look as if he was facing an enemy, watching the man in front of him.

　　 Rodney did not stop him, but stood up straight again, then moved his limbs, making a creak of joints, and then, he tore off the prison uniform of his upper body, revealing a muscle like steel.

The most eye-catching thing is that on his right arm, there is a huge crimson behemoth tattoo. The behemoth has a hideous face, like a snake, covered with scales, roaring, and Rodney's arm , As if sticking out from the mouth of this giant beast.

　　 At this time, Solomon also focused his attention on Rodney's right arm tattoo, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered:

　　 "Hehe, Dragon Arm."

　　 Seeing this behemoth tattoo, Scott seemed to think of something, and suddenly his pupils shrank, his body shuddered involuntarily, and he shouted:

　　 "Impossible, aren't you still here...no, I think..."

However, before his words came, he felt that there was a flower in front of him. Rodney's figure had suddenly appeared in front of him. Then, the stripes engraved with the arms of the red behemoth, just like the roar of an angry dragon, directly blasted. On his lower abdomen.

"Wow!"

Scott rolled his eyes, and a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth. The whole person flew up at high speed like a ball being volleyed, hitting a ten-meter-high ceiling fiercely, and then again. It smashed down heavily, and after a few bounces, it was motionless.

At this time, the protective shields around the arena began to flash red, and the harsh whistle came again, even if the game was terminated, and on the light curtain above the two heads, Scott's head had been painted with a big picture. Red cross.

　　 One punch is dying!

"Forehead?"

　　 And our bald brother is completely dumbfounded at this moment, the whole person is as rigid as a clay sculpture, and it seems that he can't accept the scene that just happened.

　　 Solomon chuckled, got up from his seat, yawned, then waved his hand and said:

　　 "Aha, good luck, brother, next time I use my spare time to gamble, I will go to dinner first."

　　 After finishing speaking, Solomon walked towards the door leisurely.

　　 When his figure disappeared completely, a prisoner sitting behind the bald brother patted him on the shoulder and said:

　　 "Brother, are you new here? Don't think about it, you didn't lose injustice."

"Yeah!"

　　 The bald brother seemed to have gone back to his soul. He first slapped himself severely, then looked back at the prisoner behind him and asked:

　　 "It's impossible, that Rodney must have cheated! How could Scott dying with one punch? This is unscientific!"

　　 "Cheating? What a joke, do you know who he is?"

　　 The prisoner behind him sneered disdainfully, and then said.

　　 "Uh, who?"

　　 "Hehe, Dragon Arm Rodney, one of the eight known super heavy prisoners among all first-class wizard prisoners in this prison."

　　 "Super heavy offender? What do you mean?"

　　 The bald brother showed a simple and confusing look~www.wuxiahere.com~ Hmph, the so-called super-heavy offender, there are two requirements, one is the sentence of more than a thousand years, and the other is to successfully survive an S-level exploration mission!

　　 There are only eight first-level wizards in the entire prison. Of course, this is only known so far, and there are some hidden bosses.

　　 And that Dragon Arm Rodney, it is said that he has successfully completed two S-level exploration missions, and he is a cruel character without compromise. "

　　 The bald brother showed a look of astonishment, and said in disbelief:

　　 "Millennium? My God, my sentence is only 190 years, and also, the S-level exploration mission, isn't that looking for death? Can anyone come back alive?"

　　 The prisoner behind him heard the words and snorted disdainfully:

　　 "One hundred and ninety years? Humph, it turned out to be a weak chicken. I was sentenced to two hundred years, am I proud?"

　　 Bald head stunned for a while, then slapped himself severely:

　　 "Mad, the **** just now, must know Rodney, dare to cheat me, don't let me meet you again!"

　　 Hearing this, the prisoner sneered again:

　　 "Hehe, you still pray that you don't meet that guy again, otherwise it's not just a loss of points."

　　 The bald brother was taken aback, and asked hurriedly:

　　 "Huh? Why?"

　　 "Hehe, as a senior, let me mention you a few more words. The one just now is also one of the eight super heavy criminals, Dead Soul-Solomon."