The draenei and the orcs roared at the same time. The two were like wrestling bulls. This kind of primitive battle did not require much skill, but the pure strength and masculinity of the fight made people watch the blood.

Ben Zhang couldn't help but applaud the battle between these two men.

This kind of battle is dangerous. As long as one of them is slightly behind, the force enough to tear the body from the front will instantly tear him into pieces.

There are no weaklings left in this final match of the Champions League.

Varian clenched his sword with both hands and fought frantically with the Draenei defender in front of him. The Draenei holding the crystal warhammer was tall and strong, and his combat experience was even more outrageous. He was full of memories.

The holy light surges on the armor of the holy scriptures. Between each hammer blow, highly concentrated holy light balls hit the surroundings. Those energy are like small fists. As long as they hit, the opponent will be imprisoned in the holy light.

between light.

Even if it is only a short second, in such a top-level gladiatorial match, it will mean the arrival of death... The promise made by Tyrion is of great significance to both parties. No one will back down from such a promise.

One side is fighting for the survival of the tribe, and the other side is fighting for the lives of their former companions... From the very beginning, this battle was destined to have only one winner.

The silent Varian moved quickly to avoid the surging holy light balls around him. The gray war sword in his hand was extremely sharp. Every time he slashed, it would leave a ferocious scratch on the draenei defender's war hammer.

Every time he swung his sword, he looked vigorous and fierce. During this silent confrontation, every time the Draenei tried to break through this troublesome swordsman, they were forced back by the whistling sword.

Seeing the fist fighter on one side retreating from the orcs' brave shields, the defender's eyes flashed with determination. He forced Varian back with a hammer and raised the crystal warhammer high. The next moment, a dazzling

The golden holy light lit up like the sun, shrouding the entire arena.

"Holy Light!"

In the deep roar of the draenei, Varian's vision was filled with golden light, and the orc gladiator who was caught off guard let out a roar the moment the holy light came. It was a roar of being seriously injured. This kind of

The covering tactic made Varian instinctively take a few steps back, and a cold light that made his hair stand on end also lit up behind his neck almost at the same time.

"clang"

The Breaker assassin of the Shattered Setting Sun made a sure blow, but Varian blocked it with his sword. The assassin missed and immediately wanted to jump back to the shadows, but how could Valeela, who had been hiding in the shadows, allow the prey to be obtained?

What about escaping?

"Tear it apart"

The sound of the dagger tearing flesh sounded in the slightly dimmed light. After confirming that the assassin was killed by Valeera, Varian let go of his hand and let out a roar like a lone wolf. The moment the golden light dissipated

, amidst the exclamations of the audience, Varian jumped up high and stabbed the gray sword fiercely into the chest of the draenei fist fighter.

While the hot blood was spraying, Varian drew his battle sword, and Valeela emerged from the shadows and stood on the other side. The orc Blood Fist, whose arm was broken by the fist fighter, was also holding a battle ax in one hand, lying in a pool of blood.

Zhong gritted his teeth and stood up.

Faced with the siege of black ghosts, the defender of Shattered Setting Sun, who was left alone, silently clenched his war hammer. He was still unwilling to admit defeat...

But, 3V1...
Chapter completed!