hero?it must be me

Even she can clearly feel the wonder of being embraced in all directions at this moment.

Because of this, Margaret couldn't see Zheng Qi's expression at this time.

Surrounded by strong light, outsiders also cannot know.

But Margaret could clearly hear the voice close to her ear.

"Enough, Margaret."

Zheng Qi said softly, "Get ready to land."

landing?

Feeling Zheng Qi's body temperature, a question appeared in Margaret's mind.

However, before she could say anything, an astonishing force turned that all-round hug into an all-round squeeze.

Immediately afterwards, Margaret realized that her body was rising.

No.

To be precise, it flew into the air.

then……

It's falling—

"—End! End! Skill! Come! Come!!!"

Chapter 290 Chapter 120: Is that enough...?

"Boom!!!!"

The entire Casimir National Stadium shook violently at this moment.

With the bursts of tumbling metal and earth and rocks, this powerful force that fell straight down turned into a real wave posture, centered on the position where Zheng Qi and Margaret fell to the ground, and swept in all directions.

At this moment, countless spectators in the auditorium could not even stabilize themselves in their seats, stumbling around, pulling each other, and for a while, the screams one after another seemed to be overturned by the deafening crash. However, the chaos of the panicked crowd seemed to be buried under the smoke and dust thrown up by the noisy sky.

The few people who still stood firm even in this natural disaster-like situation all stared at the deepest part of the smoke and dust curtain with wide eyes at this moment.

Jumping vertically from the ground, holding a large living person in the air, jumping to a height of nearly 40 meters in an instant, and then falling down at a speed and form that violates common sense.

This trick is almost like wanting to die together.

And this power did not disappoint the height that the two of them had risen at that moment.

So, the result?

Under the heavy blow that seemed to destroy the entire Casimir National Stadium, what would be the final result?

——Margaret, and Zheng Qi, are they really still alive?

Instead of discussing who is the winner, but thinking subconsciously, can anyone really survive among the two?

This is like suddenly two people want to use swimming to decide the outcome, and without waiting for others to react, the two plunge into the boundless sea under the storm.

Rather than wondering who would win, the first thing that people who witnessed this scene would think about was whether these two people were still alive.

Waiting with bated breath.

Everyone's eyes were unwilling to move away.

Finally, under the eyes of everyone, with a wave of heat, the smoke cleared, and two figures appeared in front of people.

"...Although I have said it many times, I still can't help but want to say it."

Standing there, his body seemed to be forged by golden lightning and fierce fire, Zheng Qi lowered his head, looking at his friend who was close at hand.

"Excellent, Margaret."

"..."

Margaret didn't answer.

On the one hand, the bones all over his body were shattered and shattered, dragging his bloody limbs, leaning on his own broken sword and gun, and using healing spells to hold on to the exhaustion that was flooded up like this. Close your eyes Majia Lie, I really don't have much energy left to speak.

When she opened her mouth now, she might spit out a ball of hot blood with tiny pieces.

On the other hand, Margaret didn't know how to face Zheng Qi's praise.

amazing?

Does it mean that after being hit by this blow, he can still stand in front of Zheng Qi?

However, others don't know, so how can Margaret herself not understand?

At that moment just before falling to the ground, Margaret, who was tightly hugged by Zheng Qi and could not move, was not below.

That is to say, when she fell to the ground, she was in Zheng Qi's arms, and Zheng Qi was the one who lay underneath.

Zheng Qi was the one who, with his back to the ground, was the first to touch the ground, using his flesh and blood to smash the artificial turf and strong structural earth and stones, almost piercing through the special alloy building materials that were the foundation of the entire Casimir National Arena.

——In other words, in this move [Amazing], Margaret was the target, and the damage she received was minimized.

On the contrary, Zheng Qi, as the caster, bears almost all the lethality contained in this move.

Is it amazing?

In this case, at the end of the fight, being protected by such gentleness, he didn't die on the spot, leaving such a miserable appearance...

Is this also okay to be called amazing?

Normally speaking, Zheng Qi's words would definitely be regarded as a mockery.

When the winner speaks to the loser, no matter what he says, it is often easy to bring a little strange color-whether it is the original intention of the winner, or the wishful thinking of the loser and others.

But unexpectedly, Margaret didn't think so.

Because she looked straight at Zheng Qi and knew that Zheng Qi was not good at lying.

(This time, the strength should be under control.)

Zheng Qi glanced at the mess on his feet.

He still remembered the fact that he almost smashed through a moving block last time, but this time he exerted himself and consciously restrained himself.

Now it seems that the effect is good.

The goal was achieved without actually turning Casimir's National Arena into ruins.

Although Margaret looked like she was seriously injured, as long as she used Ripples, together with the Potion of Corruption and Life Potion, the physical damage would quickly recover.

As expected of Margaret, the preparations for landing were well done.

All in all, the results are good.

(The only thing left is this...)

Zheng Qi subconsciously shook his right fist wearing the Frostfire Gauntlet.

"Zheng Qi."

Suddenly, Margaret made a sound.

Zheng Qi's thoughts were pulled back immediately.

Through the blood stains, Zheng Qi could clearly see Margaret's expression at the moment.

"...Do you want to fight again?"

After a moment of silence, he asked.

Hearing this, Margaret actually laughed: "I should be asking you this."

"Aren't you going to continue?"

Zheng Qi turned his head away.

He frowned slightly and curled the corners of his lips. After a momentary change in his facial features, he returned to his usual calm expression.

"That's enough."

... Is this enough?

Is that Zheng Qi?

Was it Zheng Qi who first proposed the idea of ​​ending the fight?

——Is that Zheng Qi? !

Reinserting his hands into his trouser pockets, thanking himself for being careful not to let these trousers fall apart, Zheng Qi, who was thinking about whether there would be such things as Hulk pants in the magic book store, looked around in a rare cranky The whole arena.

Everyone was staring at him and Margaret.

If you want to choose the majority to describe it, you will be stunned... This word is probably the most appropriate word to describe the expression of most of them at the moment.

(Had a good time, enough.)

(If we continue...)

"—um."

As if awakened by something, Zheng Qi, whose eyes looked bored for a moment, refocused his eyes on Margaret.

"……enough."

Rhyme lowered his head involuntarily.

He has some, can't stand it anymore.

"Mr. Zheng Qi, you are clearly very clear."

Looking at the two people in the arena, Viviana looked a little sad: "Margaret...that's the kind of person..."

"Shining? Zheng Qi, Linguang and the others..."

Liz looked nervously at The Shining.

"...and fighting spirit."

Shining closed his eyes: "Margaret's fighting spirit has not dissipated."

"But, such an injury, even if Miss Linguang uses healing spells to sustain it, if it continues like this—"

"Amiya."

The doctor gently pressed Amiya's shoulder: "It's useless."

"Now, no one can call it over except those two."

Just like in the beginning, no one could announce the start except those two.

"...my mother once said."

Zheng Qi showed a helpless smile.

"Struggle cannot be terminated alone."

"When you are challenged, there is no choice between accepting it or not. There is no other way but to meet it."

"I almost forgot this truth."

Saying this, Zheng Qi slowly raised his right fist towards Margaret who was a few steps away from him.

Chapter 291 Chapter 120 One: Fist of Zheng Qi

Zheng Qi is a man who walks the talk.

He and Margaret had agreed that they would win or lose with her in this arena.

How to decide the outcome between him and her?

Let these audiences who dare not breathe in the auditorium judge?

Let those referees or staff who are frozen in place and unable to move rashly decide?

Let the announcement be made by Mobu, who has been clutching the microphone and hasn't been able to say a word for several minutes?

Let the family and friends who are in the leadership of the Grand Knight, who care about him or Margaret, come to trouble?

No.

It doesn't need to be that complicated.