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Chapter 277: True Non-Chief?
"Why panic? At worst, they will all be killed. You can overthrow a large group of them by yourself."

Li Si comforted him speechlessly.

At this time, it seemed that everyone had arrived, and the leader of Modar, Diru Modar, stood up from his seat. First, he made a regular speech by the leader to mobilize the atmosphere, and then the style of painting suddenly changed.

"Hoo-ha! Ho-ha! Ho-ha!"

"Hoo-ha! Ho-ha! Ho-ha!"

A group of aborigines were driven over again, and led by Diru Modar, they started a strange dance while shouting.

Probably just bowed and opened his arms like a toad, and then stomped the ground back and forth with his left and right feet, which looked funny and weird.

"Look at this business proficiency... This black fat man can't be a real African chief in reality, right?"

Seeing Dilu's proficient native language and movements, a black line hung on Li Si's forehead.

I heard that many indigenous tribes have to dance sacrificial dances when performing certain activities, and Diru Modar has such a sense of ritual in a duel, building a ring and dancing indigenous dances...

Could this be the legendary—the real African chief?

Uh, are there any non-chief tribes in reality?I haven't really learned about it. It seems that Africa has learned to start a federal system, right?

Could it be that this fat black man inherited the noble African chieftain blood, blood inheritance?
With the increased brain activity of R&D skills, Li Si's thoughts unknowingly diverged to the extreme, turning into a mess of distracting thoughts.

……

"Sorry, professional habits, it doesn't feel very formal without an opening ceremony."

After a dance, Diru Modar came back again, smiled kindly at several people and sat back in his seat.

(｀Д)!!
"Fuck me, professional habits? Is this really an African chief who changed his job?"

Li Si was finally pulled back to his senses by the voice and almost fell off his seat again.

"It's over after the fight, and there are so many messy things."

Cyril Cross curled his lips and said, "Let's start right away, I'll let Karl play in the first round."

Cyril Close is clearly confident.

Li Si already knew the rules of the game from Sen Angus.

Compared with the very "grand" opening ceremony, the rules of the three-party game are simple and rude. There are no rules. Each side sends one player to the field, and the winner continues to fight the other. The winner is the one who stays. The whole game There are five rounds in total, and if you win the next round, you will get one-fifth of the resource output in the mine.

In this case, it is basically a pure competition of strength, and the only thing that can make any sense is the order of sending people.

It is easier for the other two parties to send out opponents who are the first to send out their opponents. It is impossible for Cyril Cross to be the first to stand up if he is not extremely confident in his own strength.

"Since that's the case, then I won't do anything foolish, Luoda, go up and play with Karl."

Seeing this, Diru Modar smiled, and also named one of the many members of the Hound Organization standing behind him.

However, Diru Modal's performance made Sen Angus turn pale with anger.

These two obviously didn't pay much attention to their Angus at all. Needless to say, Cyril Cross, Diru Modal deliberately kept quiet before Cyril Cross spoke, waiting for Cyril It was blatant contempt for Kroos to send someone on as soon as he finished speaking.

No, it doesn't even count as contempt. Perhaps in their eyes, this has become a contest between Cross and Modal, and Angus's people are just an insignificant process on the way to victory.

"Mr. Jack, how about you come to be a referee?"

After Diru Modal finished speaking, he turned his head and said a word to Li Si, making Sen Angus furious again.

"No problem, I just want to see it up close."

Li Si glanced at Sen Angus, then nodded in agreement, got up and took a few steps forward, and jumped onto the ring with a vertical leap.

At the same time, the two contestants sent by Cyril Cross and Diru Modar also came out of the crowd, each jumping onto the ring from one end.

The standard black and gray combat uniforms of the two are easy to distinguish.

Carl is a thin, blond, white young man. It is rare to be as thin as Carl among Caucasians with relatively large skeletons. He looks like a drug addict with skin and bones.

Roda is black like Diru Modar, with a bald head, and the exact same white diamond-shaped crystals are inlaid between his brows.

However, the body types of the two are not the same at all. Diru Modar's body is full of puffy fat, while Luoda's body is dark and shiny with bulging muscles. It seems that at least the physical attributes are not bad.

"Game start."

After the two stood still at both ends of the ring, Li Si didn't talk nonsense, and after yelling "Let's start" he retreated to the side of the ring to watch.

He was also quite curious about the battle between the two.

Diru Modal would choose to compete in the ring, so he obviously has confidence in his melee combat ability, but Modal's members seem to be mainly telekinetic, and they don't know how they will go to melee combat.

Whoosh!
When Li Si yelled to start, Karl, who was wearing a gray combat uniform, was the first to attack.

Seeing that Karl's footsteps were a little light, he rushed towards Luoda in a forward leaning posture, touched his waist halfway, and two short daggers appeared in his palm.

"Roar!"

The reaction of the black Rhoda was not slow either. Seeing that the dagger was about to touch his body in an instant, he let out a ferocious roar, and Karl's body that rushed forward seemed to be hit by an invisible force.

However, Karl seemed to have expected this a long time ago, his eyes were cold and he didn't say a word. When he was repelled, he leaned back and turned backwards with one hand on the ground to remove the impact.

Da da da da da!

At the same time, a circle of needle rain composed of countless metal needles just happened to fall not far in front of him, nailing densely packed small holes into the wooden columns that built the arena.

If he hadn't taken advantage of the trend and rolled back an extra circle just now, I'm afraid these needle holes should be on Karl at this time.

Ordinary people might already be sweating coldly when encountering such a thrilling scene, but Karl didn't even have the slightest emotion in his eyes, and rushed towards Luoda again without saying a word.

This time his speed was at least twice as fast as before, and the ring was not that big, so he rushed to Luoda's body in the blink of an eye.

The black Luoda didn't seem to have fully recovered from the outburst just now. It was not until the dagger was almost attached to his neck that he barely erupted again with an invisible wave of thought power.

(End of this chapter)