talent predator

"Bang bang bang!"

Ezreal was knocked to the ground by Tryndamere again and again, but stood up again and again. The sound of fists hitting the flesh had a heart-pounding melody on the ice field.

"What is it that makes you so strong?"

There was one part of admiration, two parts of anger and seven parts of anxiety in Tryndamere's voice.

Ezreal moved away the arm that blocked his eyes, and let the blood flow down from the cut on his forehead, but he was already covered in blood and looked at Tryndamere with a grin.

"Your momentum seems to be weaker than before, it seems that you are at the end of your battle, hehe"

Tryndamere raised his fist and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? You have no chance of defeating me!"

Another punch hit Ezreal's jaw fiercely, and Ezreal's body cut a miserable parabola, and fell fiercely on the snow ten meters away.

But Ezreal still stood up under Tryndamere's gritted teeth expression, and looked at Tryndamere with a smile on his face.In the eyes of Tryndamere, this smile was a kind of naked contempt, an insult to the warrior! [

"go to hell!"

Tryndamere clenched his fist tightly, his fist was like a terrifying storm, showing his fearlessness to Ezreal without any mercy, and Ezreal flew far away again.

Up to now, Ezreal's energy has long been exhausted, and he cannot continue to use Arcane Leap.But he is like a Xiaoqiang who can't be defeated, he can't be knocked down

"How is it possible, why are you still standing up?"

Seeing Ezreal standing up again, Tryndamere forgot to attack.He looked at the wounded sharpshooter in front of him in disbelief. No one had ever been able to withstand such an attack from him.

Ezreal spat out a mouthful of blood.The sharp eyes gave Tryndamere an illusion that he didn't dare to look at him.

At this time, Ashe was sitting on the high platform, her eyes were already flushed, and she muttered: "Enough, really enough."

She couldn't figure out what kind of power was supporting him.But she knew that maybe she would never forget this scene, the outline outlined by the bright red blood was so dazzling on the white snow field.Make her forget where she is.

"This is absolutely impossible! I don't believe it! You can die!"

Tryndamere rushed towards Ezreal like crazy, he wanted to fight to the death before the end of the state of full rage, otherwise he would completely lose his fighting power after the end of the state of full rage!

However, this time, Ezreal did not allow Tryndamere to do what he wished. His keen perception sensed that the aura on Tryndamere's body had weakened to the extreme, and he knew that this was the best time for the Jedi to fight back.So he used the last sliver of energy he had accumulated so hard to use arcane leap to appear behind Tryndamere in an instant.

"You are the one who will die!"

Ezreal, who was full of anger, punched Tryndamere hard on the back of the heart, venting all the previous humiliation.

After this punch, Tryndamere was no longer as unmoved as before, only to see Tryndamere spit out a mouthful of blood, and his huge body flew forward irresistibly.Rolled out far away, fell on the snow and remained motionless, letting the rosy blood coat the white snow with a layer of bewitching red.

"what!"[

Ezreal raised his right hand, thickened his neck, and yelled at the audience outside the Colosseum.He wants to use the roughest way to announce to the people of the ice plains and the barbarians that he is the winner of this lion fight contest!Ashe can only belong to him alone!

"Good. Nice work!"

Rosen took the lead in cheering with his fist raised, and the stunned audience also reacted and began to join in the cheering. At first, the cheering sounded like raindrops, but gradually, the cheering sounded like a The storm swept across the entire sky of Freljord!

Thirty seconds passed, and Tryndamere hadn't stood up yet. Ezreal turned to face the high platform, raised his bruised and swollen face, and looked at Lissandra proudly.

Lisandre smiled and stood up.

"Now I announce that the winner of this year's Lion Fighting Competition is... Ezreal!"

"it is good!"

Amidst the burst of applause, the barbarian warriors strode into the Colosseum and lifted up Tryndamere, who was dying in the snow. Tryndamere was already seriously injured, but after exhausting his anger, Tryndamere's potential was aroused , let him feel no pain and death, and greatly improve his combat effectiveness.

But once this state of full rage disappeared, the deprived pain and the right to die would come back to him. At that time, Tryndamere was no different from a cripple.

Tryndamere, who was dying, was carried away from the Colosseum by his clansmen. When he passed by Ezreal, Tryndamere forced himself to open his eyes, gave Ezreal a thumbs up, and passed out past.

Ezreal felt a little emotional. Although Tryndamere was a bit arrogant, he was a real guy who could afford to lose. If it wasn't for the high recovery effect of Ezreal's dark source power, he would have been beaten to the ground by Tryndamere long ago. .

Just when Ezreal was in a daze, Ashe on the high platform also stood up, walked gently to the edge of the guardrail, and looked at Ezreal in the Colosseum and tens of thousands of spectators outside.

Seeing the leader standing up, the people of the ice field began to discuss in a low voice.

"Do you think His Highness Ashe will choose Ezreal to be his husband-in-law?"

"It should be, Ezreal's performance is really outstanding."

"Yeah, if I were Her Highness Ashe, I would be conquered by him too."

"Hush, the princess has spoken, let's see what the princess has to say!"

I saw Ashe gently raised her right hand, looked at Ezreal with a smile on her face, and slightly parted her red lips.

"According to the tradition of the ice field, I, Ashe Avarosa, decided to choose Ezreal to be my husband-in-law, Ezreal, please be my husband, become the king of the ice field, and lead the people of the ice field to the light future?"

The snow, the biting wind, the place is red.

The stunning face, the delicate red lips, and the snow silk dress.

Fanatical cheers, soft words, that sentence you will be my king?

Isn't it the pursuit that Ezreal has always wanted to grasp?

The blood line gathered at the sharp point of the chin, and a round drop of blood was thrown into the embrace of the earth, and it splattered on the soft snow, splashing a blooming flower!

"I am willing!"

Ezreal's answer was firm and powerful, without any hesitation.

In the next moment, the ice fields of the Freljord became a sea of ​​cheerers... (to be continued...)