Pedro returned to his original appearance, and the breath on Pedro's body was not enough to support him to continue transforming.
Looking at Pedro like that, the 3 Suvilar instantly joined together and stood in front of Pedro in an instant.
The long sword in his hand was placed directly on Pedro's neck, and now as long as Suvilar waved gently, Pedro would be separated.
However, Suvilar did not kill Pedro, but with a wave of the long sword in his hand, Pedro's body was instantly scratched with scars.
Soon, a large turtle pattern was drawn on Pedro's chest. Although Suvilar did not kill Pedro, this practice was even more humiliating.
"I kill you…"
Pedro looked at the blood dripping from his chest and roared at Suvilar.
But Suvilar kicked off the ring.
"If it wasn't for the fact that you are from the Draco Country, I would have killed you long ago…"
Suvilar sneered.
Pedro seemed to have lost his mind at the moment, desperately trying to rush towards the ring.
Such humiliation is more uncomfortable than killing him.
"Pedro…"
Lizi shouted, since she lost, she lost. If the entanglement continued, Draco would be even more embarrassed.
Hearing Lizi's cry, Pedro walked back as a last resort, the wound on his chest was still bleeding, but Pedro didn't care.
"Now it's your turn, Molopia Kingdom, I hope this competition won't disappoint me…"
Suvilar looked at Togrel and said with a look of arrogance and contempt.
Togrel was full of anger, and then looked back at Abel, he wanted to tell Abel a few words, but he didn't want Abel's foot to be lightly stunned, and the whole person flew to the top of the ring.
Suvilar looked at Abel who came to power, and the disdain in his eyes became more intense: "You even sent a great master to compare with me, don't you think that there is no 1 in the big Nick country?"
"To kill you, my strength is enough!"
Abel spoke lightly, his tone full of confidence.
"Hahaha, arrogant, I like to see you arrogant, because the more arrogant you are, the more bloodthirsty you can arouse…"
Suvilar squinted his eyes, his pupils shone brightly, then inserted the long sword in his hand into the ring, and slowly stretched out a palm.
It seems that Suvilar intends to defeat Abel with his bare hands. In his eyes, Abel's strength is not enough for him to draw his sword.
"You want to beat me with your bare hands?" Abel's eyes narrowed slightly.
"It's enough to deal with you with bare hands, yours is not qualified for me to draw my sword…"
Suvilar sneered.
"If you don't draw the sword, I'm afraid you will never have the chance to draw the sword again…"
Abel looked calm.
"Hahaha, then I'm going to try it!"
After Suvilar finished speaking, his eyes were cold, and he slapped Abel with a palm.
stab…
With just this palm, the entire air seemed to be torn apart, and then a strong wind swept out.
Suvilar is not only a swordsman, he also has a deep energy.
This energy instantly pierced the surrounding air, and went towards Abel with an incomparably sharp shriek.
On the ring, a deep imprint was instantly drawn by this energy. this ring is specially made of hard granite for this competition, and it has been tempered and polished to be extremely hard.
But at this time on the ring, a sharp friction sounded, and a deep imprint appeared.
The strength of Suvilar's palm is sharper than a sharp blade.
Facing this powerful energy, Abel raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and suddenly bursts of golden light erupted all over his body, followed by Abel like a silkworm chrysalis wrapped in golden light.
"what…"
When Suvilar saw Abel's change, his expression changed slightly.
How could such a terrifying aura erupt from a person with the strength of a great master?
To be continued....
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