Home of the Brave

"No!" Ming Ye showed a look of disgust on the spot, and then looked around, suddenly his eyes lit up. "We have a way, come with us."

The Ji Yao who said this, took Dai Yang to a high cliff far from the crowd, and then jumped up with force. Although it has long been known that the physical abilities of monsters are not comparable to that of mortals, Dai Yang couldn't help showing a dazed expression when he saw Ji Yao jumped onto the seven-eight-meter high platform.

"What are you doing there? Come up soon!" Mingye greeted Dai Yang below.

"Come up...Hey, do you think I am also a demon?" Dai Yang said bitterly.

Even in the heyday of assiduous practice in the past, I am afraid that his light work can only barely reach that level, let alone at the moment when he can't use his internal energy.

"Idiot, don't you know how to use evil spirits? Otherwise, what shall we engrave on you?" Ming Ye reminded him.

"Monstery? Do you use it in such a place..." Dai Yang scratched his cheek, showing no confidence.

Basically, the demon energy and the internal energy he had practiced are both derivatives of the vitality of life, and they are very similar in nature. With the experience of using internal energy, combined with the engraving obtained from Mingye, he mastered the dispatch of the demon energy at a speed that even surprised him. According to Ming Ye, although there is still a long way to go before the true power of the "Gentleman's Mark of Martyrdom" and there are many basic skills to learn, at least there is no problem in using the demon energy to strengthen the body.

(Also, I have to pass this level sooner or later anyway...)

Dai Yang lowered his heart and tried to condense the demon energy from his dantian according to his previous experience of driving inner strength, and then drummed to his body along the meridians. Due to the engraved channels, the tingling sensation like a steel blade scraping through the meridians did not appear again this time. The demon energy gushing from the dantian smoothly spreads to the whole body and forms a small Zhoutian cycle along the meridians. With the circulation of the demon-qi, a vigorous vitality as if about to break through the ground emerged from his body. Dai Yang was surprised to feel the change in his body, and then he put his sight on the stone platform where the demon was.

(Now, should I be able to do it?)

Referring to the feeling of driving internal energy, Dai Yang gathered the demon energy on his lower limbs, and then gave a kick, and the whole figure rushed out like a cannonball.

In terms of explosive power, the evil spirit is much stronger than the internal energy. Dai Yang almost rushed up to the stone platform in a collision. If Ji Yao stopped him in time, it would be difficult to avoid the tragedy of hitting the rock. Dai Yang fell on the stone platform in shock, but before he was relieved, Ming Ye dragged him and started to run on the cliff. Taking the protruding rock corners everywhere on the cliff as a jumping platform, avoiding the demon jumping all the way, shed a silver bell-like laughter, attracting the wing people on the way to look sideways.

When witnessing the beauty like a fascinating cuckoo, both men and women showed unbreathable expressions, so that the black-haired youth who followed them were completely ignored.

"Well, right here!"

Ming Ye chose a spacious stone platform to stop, and looked back at Dai Yang triumphantly. "How is our approach?"

"Okay... good size! I just learned how to use the demon spirit, okay?" Dai Yang supported the stone wall and panted in place, but couldn't help but glance down.

The height of the stone platform they are on is almost the same as the pontoon in the distance. Looking down from the edge of the stone platform, Dai Yang couldn't help feeling a guilty conscience when he looked at the small heads of people on the square like sesame seeds. Perhaps in the eyes of Wingers, this height is nothing to be afraid of, but for ordinary people without wings, the feeling of hanging on both sides is really difficult to calm down.

"Don't care, don't care." Ji Yao patted his side with joy. "Come on, sit down with us, the game is about to start."

"It's started?" Dai Yang turned his head and looked into the distance, and saw the green battle flag rising on the chairman's pontoon, which was a sign that the game started.

"You fellow, let's talk about it next time..." Dai Yang muttered, sitting next to Ji Yao, watching the upcoming ring match.

According to the custom of the Wing Humans duel, after the sky battle flag was raised, two flags were raised from the left and right sides of the battle flag. They were the heraldic flags representing the respective tribes of the contestants on both sides. I saw that the heraldic flag on the left was a white flag painted with bows and arrows, while the heraldic flag on the left was a red-blooded flag with a spear and halberd. It was the first time that Dai Yang saw the former, but the latter gave him a strange feeling.

"The white ones are the Yawei tribe, and the red ones are the Karan tribe." Ji Yao explained beside him. She arrived in Saari City earlier than Dai Yang, and seemed very clear about this. "The Yavi tribe’s pontoon was hit and sunk by the Karan tribe a few days ago. It is said that it left a deep resentment... Hey, this game should be very interesting."

"Kalan tribe? It turned out to be those bastards..." Two thousand lien's resentment surfaced again, and Dai Yang raised his **** to the red-blooded heraldic flag far away, and then woke up. "Wait, since it is the Karan Wing... that is to say, it is the wicked lady who played on their behalf?"

As the heraldic flag was raised, the contestants sent by the tribes on both sides also jumped off the chairperson’s pontoon, waving their wings and confronting each other in the air.

On the left, the female winger dressed in white, holding a chic-shaped steel bow, is obviously a warrior of the Yavi tribe, and opposite her is the Kalan Bloodwing Afraid. Afrau wore a heavy red full body armor, holding a heavy gun of astonishing size in her hand, and when the blood wing on her back waved, it made a deep thunder, and the mighty aura completely compared her opponent.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be worth seeing..." Ji Yao withdrew his previous opinions with a disappointed expression.

"...That's right." Dai Yang agreed very unwillingly.

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Although Dai Yang had anticipated the defeat of the Yawei tribe, he still did not expect the process to be so unsuspicious.

The female wingmen of the Yawi tribe seemed to know that they couldn't confront Karan Bloodwing head-on, so they chose the guerrilla tactics of light outfit and bow and arrow. This tactic is theoretically correct, but the key problem is that her bow and arrows can't penetrate Afra's heavy armor at all, and even the three-arrow salvo trick she desperately urged was also defeated by Afra With a light swipe of the war spear, it broke up.

Seeing that her attack could not help her opponent at all, the female wing showed a look of grief and indignation, and she had to wave her wings back, preparing to get away from the Karan Bloodwing in front of her. The lightly loaded self must have the advantage in speed. Unexpectedly, this hope is also shattered like a bubble-I saw Afraid violently wave the blood wing on the back, and the whole person suddenly turned into a ghostly red shadow. , Rushed to the back of the opponent in the blink of an eye. Without any action, just the storm that was set off during the sprint blew the lightly dressed female winger away.

The wingwoman was thrown into chaos by the storm and completely lost control. At this time, Afra raised her gun and stabbed her easily, piercing the opponent's wings effortlessly, and nailing her to the gun.

-The battle process, which can only be described in a one-sided way, ended quickly in less than a minute. Everyone was stunned, and Dai Yang couldn't help taking a breath. Secretly rejoicing that he didn't fight Afra at the market last time, otherwise the loss would definitely be more than two thousand lien.

Under everyone's breath-holding gaze, Afrah held up her gun as if boasting of victory. The female wing who was nailed to the gun was twisting her body in pain, and the blood spilled from the air, once again staining the blood wings on her back. Showering in the blood of the defeated, Afrah showed a look of euphoria. Such atrocities drew the audience's attention, and there were faint waves of dissatisfaction from all over the cliff, and Dai Yang waved his fists in annoyance.

"Damn Lady Karan! She has already won, why do you still do that kind of thing!"

"Is that so?" Ming Ye tilted her head and made a heartless speech beside her. "The winner has the power of the winner, and the loser has the obligation of the loser. We think there is nothing wrong with it?"

"Hey, I said you..." Dai Yang rolled his eyes, preparing to correct the erroneous idea of ​​the demon, but at this time Afraid in the sky moved again.

As if enough to show off, Afrah waved the gun, and the female wingman who was strung on the gun was thrown out, drawing a long parabola and hitting the cliff. The wing of the female wing was broken by Afra, and there was no room for dodge, and when she was about to hit the hard rock wall, Afra raised the blood-stained heavy gun and waved towards it. She threw it away-in this way, Afrah actually wanted to nail her opponent to death on the rock!

The audience who witnessed this scene uttered a grand exclamation, and the Yaweiyi people watching the game in the distance jumped off the pontoon desperately and rushed towards this side desperately.

Everyone’s eyes followed the female wingman who fell towards the rock wall and the heavy gun that shot at the female wingman—it is completely conceivable what a thrilling scene of death will be at the moment when the two parabolas meet. Presented in front of everyone, some audiences with fragile hearts could not help but close their eyes.

"Asshole bastard!"

Suddenly there was such a roar, and Dai Yang rushed forward one-tenth of a second before the two parabolas drew the death cross.

The explosive demon energy smashed the rock under his feet. With a fierce recoil, Dai Yang crossed a space of ten meters and picked up the falling female winger, and then kicked the tip of the murderous spear. The heavy fighting gun contained Afra's vigor, and Dai Yang held the injured female winger and jumped back onto the cliff with vigorous recoil.

The kicked heavy gun was flying in the air for a few weeks and then returned to Afrah's hand. Everyone's eyes were on the black-haired young man.