Taikoo Star Emperor

Chapter 210 Pay the Price
Soon, the battle between Warrior No. [-] and Warrior No. [-] was over.

Number one wins and gets two points, number two loses and gets zero points.

Then number three fought against number four...

Li Chi stood under the ring, watching every battle seriously.

These people who are now on stage, whether they win or lose, will be his opponents for a while, and it is very useful for him to understand the strength of these people.

time flies.

On the No. 15 ring, when No.16 and No.[-] were about to fight, a series of exclamations suddenly came from the viewing area next to them.

"Look, Luo Canglin is here."

"Haha, how many tricks do you think Luo Canglin's opponent can hold on to?"

"One move, no, half move..."

"Haha, being Luo Canglin's opponent, this guy is too unlucky."

"It's not that he is unlucky, it's that everyone who participated in the competition is unlucky. With Luo Canglin here, there is no suspense at all for the first place!"

"Yeah, Luo Canglin, it's really too strong."

"..."

Hearing the discussions of the warriors around him, Luo Chen couldn't help but look towards the fifth ring.

At this time, Luo Canglin was standing on it with a smile on his face, his body was straight, and he looked like a tree facing the wind, outstanding.

Opposite him, a martial artist shook his head directly at the referee with a wry smile and helplessness on his face, "I admit defeat."

Hearing this, the warriors watching the battle around did not have any special reaction, but showed a natural look instead.

Apparently, they also believed that admitting defeat was the wisest choice when facing Luo Canglin.

Instead of risking injury to fight Luo Canglin, it is better to just admit defeat and preserve your strength.

The corners of Luo Chen's eyes twitched slightly.

Although he also thought it was wise to do so, he was still shocked by Luo Canglin's intimidating power.

Moreover, he suddenly realized that so far, apart from knowing that Luo Canglin's strength is the eighth level of the protoss, he has never seen Luo Canglin make a move at all.

He seemed to be becoming more and more incomprehensible to his opponent.

Then, he retracted his gaze and continued to watch the battle on the ring.

After half an hour.

"No. 43 vs. No. 44." The referee's voice sounded.

Hearing this, Luo Chen moved his feet and jumped onto the ring.

On the north stand, when Chu Zhengxiong and the two saw Luo Chen, their spirits instantly tensed up.

At the same time, Luochen's opponent, a martial artist in black clothes, also jumped onto the ring.

"Let's start when you're ready!" The referee said lightly, and then stepped aside.

The black-clothed warrior looked at Luo Chen, "Zhou Qing, from the first-class country, Qianxue Country, please enlighten me."

"Luochen, the third-class country, Tianlan country." Luo Chen said lightly.

"Luo Chen?" Zhou Qing was taken aback for a moment, and then said jokingly: "This is not a relic, you can't use formations in the arena, so you better admit defeat!"

His thoughts actually represent the thoughts of most warriors from other countries.

In the eyes of most warriors who have passed the test of the ruins, Luo Chen was able to make Luo Canglin suffer several times, all because of the formation technique.

If there was no formation, Luo Chen would probably have died many times.

As for Luo Chen's strength, how strong can a warrior from a third-class country be?
"That's right, admit defeat quickly, so as not to waste all of our time."

"It's actually for your own good to ask you to admit defeat, at least it can preserve your strength."

"That's right, if you get injured, it will affect the rest of the game."

"..."

Below the arena, the warriors in the first group also booed one after another.

Harsh words came out of their mouths, as if they were all sincerely doing well for Luo Chen.

Hearing such words, both Chu Zhengxiong and Chu Zhengxiong looked a little ugly in the stands.

For Luo Chen, they had a lot of hope, but the reality didn't seem very optimistic.

In the player viewing area, both Wang Chuyan and You Ying showed sarcasm on their faces.

It won't be long before those people will pay the price for their words.

On the ring stage, upon hearing the words of the people below, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Luo Chen's mouth.

Ignoring those people, he looked directly at Zhou Qing and said, "Sorry, I'm not in the habit of admitting defeat, you'd better do it!"

"Hey, since you don't know how to flatter, then prepare to pay the price!" Zhou Qing grinned grimly, stomped his feet, and rushed towards Luo Chen.

"Blood Plum Palm!"

Zhou Qing, who was charging forward, let out a low shout, and a layer of bloody light glowed on the palm of his hand, and he slapped it out suddenly.

As his palm prints fell, the blood-colored energy quickly condensed, forming thousands of blood-colored plum blossoms in the blink of an eye.

The edge of each plum blossom was as sharp as a blade, and thousands of plum blossoms spun rapidly to form a huge palm print, rushing towards Luochen.

"Oh my god, it turned out to be Blood Plum Palm. It is said that it seems to be a middle-grade six-star martial skill."

"Not only that, judging by the power of this palm technique, Zhou Qing has at least cultivated this martial skill to the level of Xiaocheng."

"Hehe, Zhou Qing is the third most powerful protoss, plus this blood plum palm, then Luo Chen will at least end up with a serious injury."

"It deserves it, let him admit defeat and he refuses, this is the price."

Below the arena, the warriors in the first group were gloating and discussing.

Although most of them had no grievances with Luo Chen, Luo Chen was a competitor to them, so they wished Luo Chen would die.

This is the dark side of human nature.

"Hey, it seems that Luo Chen's luck is really bad." Mo Qiuyuan shook his head helplessly.

He never expected that Luochen would encounter such a strong opponent in his first battle.

On the other hand, Chu Zhengxiong didn't speak, but watched quietly.

Because he found that in the face of that powerful attack, Luo Chen's face did not change, and he always wore a faint smile.

Luo Chen was not angry when he heard those people's sarcasm like a curse.

However, looking at Zhou Qing, there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

Originally, his idea was to win and try not to hurt others.

Because once injured, it is bound to affect the subsequent results.

However, the words of these people and Zhou Qing's reaction made him realize that he had to make an example of others.

First, this will silence those people below;
Secondly, a slight display of strength can also make him less troublesome in the next game.

"boom!"

The moment he made up his mind, Luo Chen suddenly took a step forward, causing the arena to roar.

At the same time, the star energy in his body began to rush into his arms frantically, and then his fist blasted out like a shell fired from its chamber.

"The Fist of the Sun!"

Following his movements, a red-yellow energy fist carrying a fiery temperature came out of his hand, facing Zhou Qing's blood plum palm print...

(End of this chapter)