Chapter 1611: 1611 War and Peace, Part 149 - Unified Martial Arts Games WWII, Layer Vs Zeho ③ -

At the venue Layer and Zeho were greeting each other with the attention of the referee.

"Yo. Our vice president took care of you in the qualifying round, huh?

"... who?

"It's the first game of additional qualifying. Zack, it was a name, remember?

"Sorry, I'm not good at remembering other people's names"

Layer answered honestly, but Zeho seemed to receive it as a provocation. My eyebrows hung and my expression became one step steeper.

"Ho ho, so you have to make sure you don't forget my name? If I beat you, would you remember my name?

"If they beat me, I think my memory will fly."

"... he's funny, I kind of liked him. If you're happy with five bodies after the game, why don't you have a drink?"

"No, I'm a minor. You do, don't you?

Zeho and the referee opened their mouths gently to Layer's words. Apparently, Layer doesn't really know about Zeho. Even though the referee had introduced him, he didn't even know about Muller's steel soldiers, as much as he was a mercenary but also a mogul. That's true, though it seems from height that Zeho only looks like a boy.

Zeho laughed luxuriously from the bottom of his belly, trying to put his hand on the shoulder of the layer, but the layer shifted it. Zeho laughed bitterly when he saw the layer, hanging out with his hands.

"Nice work, kid. It's not a decent fight these days before you fight me. If you beat me, I'll ask you one thing."

"Yes. I won't do anything if I lose, will I?

"Ha, that's fine. I just liked you. Let's have some fun, then."

"I wonder if I can enjoy it..."

The two moved away when they shook hands gently. Zeho turned his back and moved away gently, but the layer took a few steps back without turning his back. In the meantime, he took off his hood and threw a buckwheat over the arena.

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When Zeho turned around, the referee stood with his hands up.

"So - here we go!

At the same time that the referee lowered his hand, Zeho advanced with all his might. It is so fast and powerful that it does not seem to possess a large weapon of weight. With the wind pressure of Zeho's rampage, the referee butted and at such a speed that he did not think he was wielding an axe of pillar-like thickness, Zeho paid for the horizontal giraffe.

A blow enough to see if a tornado might have suddenly appeared on the arena. Layer was blushing without changing his complexion, a blow so illusory that his torso would blow up if he took it.

Zeho shall nibble.

"A little blue."

"It's blue enough."

"You haven't changed your complexion one bit, have you?

"Originally like this."

Zeho raised the rotation. Swing the axe with all the momentum of turning everything off and skipping the arena. The whole venue breathed in the roar of a tremendous wind slaughter. It no longer has anything to do with wooden weapons, etc. If it hit him, he would definitely die, and the layers seemed to avoid even defense.

The fact is that although the layers are only there by pulling out the sword, they are only greatly avoided and did not appear to lead to any counterattack. But Zeho also focuses his attack on the horizontal giraffe, which looks monotonous.

In a seemingly one-sided offense, the layer suddenly collapsed. Zeho doesn't miss it, he verticals the axe track and swings it down like Tangzhu 10%.

"Career!"

When the axe that Zeho shook down with the roar hit the ground, the axe was shattered like it had blown up in an explosion. The venue itself shakes heavily, vibrating and screaming all the way to the guest seat. Everyone mistakenly thought the dead were finally out, but the layers were intact. I twisted myself and turned well, but at that time I noticed that I even stumbled upon pieces of wood that had flown unexpectedly, not a few people in the venue.

The venue itself is reinforced by magic to coincide with the appearance of Zeho and is not heavily damaged, but still has cracks in the venue. Arm power alone is a junction that normally cannot be broken through, and it is that no one but them knows what it means that Arnelia's officials looked at each other.

Zeho threw a weapon that looked like a pattern only, and went to pick up a replacement weapon. The layers follow with dignity and without poking at the gap. Zeho tilted his neck at the look of the layer.

Continued

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