Zhuo Hua

Chapter 387 Counterattack ([-])

Just thinking about it this way, the three of them were as high-spirited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Zhuo Hua moved his wrist, and his whole body was full of energy.

In any case, she must win this time.

This arena is extremely random and does not have rules like other competitions.

Therefore, this also explains: on this stage, no one restricts what method you use, even if you use talismans or pills.What's more, using hidden weapons, poisoning...it doesn't matter.

Life and death don't matter.

The winner is king.

The loser is the bandit.

Zhuohua's fingers curled up slightly, she lowered her head, but glanced at those people quietly.

She felt the vague murderous intent coming from there, but it seemed that not everyone had it.

'Still refusing to let her go? '

Burning white teeth bit her lower lip lightly, her face pale.

Even though she doesn't have any friendship with them now, she still feels a little chilled.

Is this the so-called human nature?

Zhuohua couldn't help but fell into deep doubt.

Perhaps this thing was too complicated, Zhuo Hua felt like there was a thick layer of mist in front of his eyes, covering everything.So that she can't see or touch it.

"Then, the competition officially begins!"

The huge cheers forced Zhuo Hua back from his distracted consciousness.

Zhuo Hua shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of all those messy thoughts.

Anyway, it's not in her character to be beaten passively.

Zhuo Hua's eyes froze.

If they really have something on their minds, don't blame her, be ruthless.

Zhuohua let out a breath of turbid air, tiptoed, flew towards the ring, and then landed lightly on the ring.

She was like a fairy walking out of a painting, her every move was heart-stirring, and she was so beautiful.

The people below couldn't help gasping.

The first person to appear was a scholar. He was wearing a white gown and holding a paper fan in his hand. He walked onto the stage swaying.

It can be said that it was really hard work to come up to the stage this time.

The scholar swallowed his saliva.

He could only be thankful that his clothes were loose and covered his trembling legs, which saved him from being so embarrassing.

But even so, he was obviously much shorter than Zhuo Hua in terms of momentum.

Everyone thought what a powerful person he would be, but when they saw the scholar, everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

For a moment, everyone's hearts turned towards Zhuo Hua.

"One round lasts for one stick of incense. During this period, no one can surrender or jump out of the ring midway. It will not end unless one party dies. When the time of one stick of incense expires, if both parties are alive, the game will be based on the body weight of both parties. The severity of the injuries will determine the outcome of both sides.”

When the scholar heard this, his calves couldn't help but tremble.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Dong Ke asked him to be the first person to play, saying that it was to let him consume Zhuohua's physical strength.

What about himself?

Has Dong Ke ever thought about what he would face?
Will he die directly here?
Does he not know?
Or, don't care at all?
This cognition made his heart feel like falling into an ice cellar, and for a split second there was a deep chill from the inside out.

He suddenly realized that not leaving with Huzi seemed to be a wrong choice.

His boss is no longer the boss he once was.

Their regiment is no longer the regiment it once was.

(End of this chapter)