The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

In a blink of an eye.

Mu Bai's figure flashed behind Angel, catching her weak and boneless waist with one hand.

"Bastard!" Angel's face was furious, and she reached out to pat Mu Bai's cheek, but was grabbed by Mu Bai's wrist with another hand.

Mu Bai smiled and said, "I don't kill women."

Saying that, she let go of Angel's body.

The pale-faced Angel gasped, stared fiercely at Mu Bai, and said, "I didn't expect you to hide so deeply, but you also practiced the Kingdom of God. That's why I admit defeat in the competition."

Obviously, if Mu Bai wanted to kill her, he could have easily done it just now, and she didn't have to admit defeat if she wanted to.

Mu Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

After three consecutive battles, he felt very tired, and he didn't know how many competitions were waiting for him.

What surprised him the most was that ever since he entered the God of Fighting battlefield, the illusion seemed to have disappeared suddenly, and he had completely lost contact with her. This was the most uneasy thing for Mu Bai. thing.

"Cough... This competition is over. Young man, you are very strong, you can enter the rest space. Angel goes to another space for the third battle."

After the mysterious old man finished speaking, the figures of the two disappeared instantly in this disastrously destroyed space world.

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The universe is empty.

In front of the chessboard, the white-haired old man has been carefully thinking about the chess game.

At this time, the white-haired young man quietly appeared in front of the white-haired old man, looked at him in shock, and said, "God Ancestor, you really didn't lie to me, I saw a young man with five ancient gods. Clone, a clone of the main god, and also comprehend the divine way of good fortune! Most importantly, that young man is still a member of the Tianlong tribe!"

The Ancestor God grinned and said, "Well, the old man didn't lie to you, right? That guy is really a genius rarely seen in billions of years."

The young man in white frowned and said, "I always feel something is wrong! Even if that young man has the best talent and fortuitous encounters, it is impossible for him to comprehend the divine way of good fortune! Could it be that he is the disciple of those old guys? It doesn't seem like it."

The Ancestor God shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's useless to think too much now, you'd better accompany the old man to finish this game of chess first."

The young man in white smiled wryly: "I don't have the heart to play chess now. In my state, you must win."

"Oh? Still thinking about that young man?" Ancestral God asked in surprise.

The young man in white said: "I don't know why, all I think about is him now, I like that young man so much, I really want to accept him as a disciple."

"Accept as a disciple?" Ancestral God rolled his eyes and said, "You didn't take the wrong medicine, did you? You actually moved to accept disciples."

The young man in white said excitedly: "It would be a pity to miss such a genius. When the Ten Thousand Gods Contest is over, I will go to the Star Continent to pay close attention to him. When the time is right, I will accept him as a disciple. Hehe, I must be angry." Kill those old bastards."

"Hmm, um... If they know that you have accepted such a disciple, they will really be jealous to death, hahaha, the question is, can you succeed?" Ancestral God asked with a smile.

The young man in white said confidently, "Is this problem still difficult for me?"

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