The light flashed, and the original spear was gone.

"drink!"

Below, the white gladiator roared again, and a ray of light shot out.

puff!

This time, the spear hit Heinz's head accurately and exploded a red and white semi-solid.

"Damn it! Damn it! I'm going to kill him!"

Many blood flowed back, condensed into a mini head, and was constantly expanding, and Heinz's roar came.

"Confirm that the target has the characteristics of quick reply and judge it as a derivative!"

Below, the white man recycled the bronze spear and ran away without looking back.

He is not a fool. After confirming Heinz's immortality and his lack of obvious weaknesses, he certainly won't stay alone.

"You...don't think about... leaving!"

Heinz rushed down quickly.

Whether it was the previous hatred or the derivatives in the other party's hands, he had reasons that he could never let go.

"It should be the 'terminator' of the original color, if not, the instructor of the Purple Force!"

Heinz grinned: "But now, I will let you know how wrong your recklessness is!"

“Flying speed is very fast!”

The white gladiator had a expressionless face and threw out a card.

The card looks like a playing card, with an ancient Colosseum on it.

As the light flashed, an illusory circular field appeared, blocking Heinz.

"Take a coupe deck, which can seal it for six hours, enough to call the Terminator troops and capture it..."

The white gladiator murmured: "Who can imagine that the former member of the Magicians' Council turned out to be a humanoid derivative..."

puff!

But at this moment, an arc of light flashed.

It seemed like there was a Frisbee, slid around in a big circle.

The white gladiator stopped and his head fell off.

"I'm still very good at playing Frisbee!"
Chapter completed!