Chapter 394 Deli Laika's Small Abacus

"Zhenbang!" Seeing that Li Zhenbang was about to explode, Delileka hurriedly stopped him.

"Teacher, he..." Li Zhenbang looked back at Deli Laika, pointed at the silver warrior who had turned into a corpse on the ground, and felt very uncomfortable.

Deli Laika shook his head, he knew the anger in Li Zhenbang's heart, but he couldn't help it. That silver warrior is not his, he really has no right to control his opponent's life or death. And he knew even more in his heart that after the holy warriors did this, the subsequent battles would directly become fiercer, and the battles would become more brutal.

"For the sake of his death rather than submission, let's forcefully give him the honor of a warrior!" The holy warrior said casually.

Although Li Zhenbang didn't understand what the honor of a soldier was, he also understood it when he heard the tone of the holy warrior and saw the disdain of other people. If this silver warrior had died in his own hands during the competition, perhaps he would not have won the honor of a reluctant warrior.

Li Zhenbang felt a little guilty now, if he hadn't saved him at that time, even though he would have died in the end, he would definitely have died a glorious death.

"Do you feel guilty? Haha! If you don't save him, or if he wins the final victory, he will be respected and admired by people! It's a pity that because of your so-called sympathy and saving, he completely lost My own value! So he didn't die by my hands, but by your hands." The jihadist looked at Li Zhenbang playfully, and laughed.

The jihadist didn't feel any discomfort at all because he just killed one of his subordinates, but it made people feel that he was very excited about it.

"Nonsense, you...why did you kill him?" Li Zhenbang asked with a trembling voice.

"Because I don't like losers!" The jihadist shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"If you don't like it, do you have to kill it? He didn't beg for mercy, he is a real fighter!" Li Zhenbang didn't hold back just because the other party was a jihadist, but asked angrily.

"A real fighter? Hmph! Only those who win are the real fighters! Since I don't like it, it has no value in existence. You just won the victory, don't let me dislike you too." Saint Warrior Looking at Li Zhenbang, he laughed strangely.

"You... good! Very good!" Li Zhenbang glanced at the jihad warrior, and returned to his camp with a gloomy face.

"Zhenbang, are you alright!" Seeing Li Zhenbang returning to the camp with a gloomy face, Zhang Dayou hurriedly greeted him.

"I'm fine.

Li Zhenbang smiled slightly at Zhang Dayou, then glanced at the body of the silver soldier who had been motionless, then turned his head to look at the holy warrior opposite, his teeth were gnashing loudly.

Zhang Dayou was relieved to see that Li Zhenbang was fine. When Li Zhenbang swept over the body of the silver soldier, he also felt a little uncomfortable. They all watched the battle between Silver Warrior and Li Zhenbang, and Silver Warrior is indeed a respectable fighter.

"Master, I'm applying to join the war!" Murong Bing said with a firm tone with a cold face. Other students also expressed their willingness to participate in the next battle.

"Nonsense! What do you guys think of this duel? This is a battle of life and death! And Zhenbang won a battle, do you think they will send only silver fighters to fight next? Meet the gold fighters, you have a certain chance to win Are you sure?" Deli Laika's eyes swept over everyone, and the aura of the perennial superior suddenly broke out, and all the students couldn't help being silent.

"I know that you are in a difficult mood, but fighting will not become easier because of your anger. Remember, most of the time, anger will not make you stronger, but it will make you lose your mind and even act Something irreparable happened." Delileka glanced sharply at the faces of every student, including Li Zhenbang.

Seeing Deli Leka's eyes, everyone lowered their heads unconsciously.

"Li Zhenbang, if I knew that your final plan was so risky, I would never let you play! I don't want it to happen again! Otherwise, you will never be able to play, even in the college competition. Play!" Deli Leka gave Li Zhenbang a hard look.

"Teacher, don't! I was wrong!" Li Zhenbang looked at Deli Laika with a flattering expression.

Li Zhenbang is very clear that Deli Leka can definitely do what he says, if he is really not allowed to play, he will have nothing to do. If he didn't play, his visit to the Eastern Continent would be meaningless at all, and he didn't come to the Eastern Continent for tourism.

"Huh!" Deli Laika snorted coldly and ignored Li Zhenbang.

Deli Laika is actually killing a chicken for the monkey to see. Li Zhenbang is his disciple, so he can't say too much.

When the others saw that Li Zhenbang was reprimanded for winning, he was almost not allowed to participate in the college competitions in the Eastern and Western Continents. All of a sudden, they were all quiet, and no one was clamoring to play anymore.

Seeing this result, Deli Leka nodded in satisfaction and ignored them.

"Who are you going to play in the second game? We have already won one game." Deli Leka raised his eyebrows and glanced at the semi-holy-level magister.

Deli Laika's meaning is obvious, provocative and disdainful. The opponent has already lost a game. If they want to get back the score, the easiest way is to send that semi-holy-level magister.

Deli Laika already had some calculations in his heart. Except for himself, no one in the team could defeat the semi-holy magister. As long as he played, he would directly admit defeat.

Of course, Omega who is still sleeping can easily kill him. The problem is that no one can be sure when Omega will wake up. If he could wake up, there would be so much shit.

"Are you looking forward to his appearance?" The jihadist was a little surprised when he saw Deli Leka. He always thought that De Li Leka didn't want him to play.

"Anyway, I have to play sooner or later. Is there any difference when I play? Don't worry, I won't play. I'm waiting for the battle between us!" The fire magic element on Delileka's body became extremely strong, and it seemed to have burned Raised a raging fighting spirit.

"Then what are you in a hurry for? Three out of five rounds, this is just the first round, and there are still four rounds to come! Isn't it too boring to play the trump card so early?" Seeing Deli Leka's appearance, the jihadist trembled in his heart happiness. A saint-level powerhouse with such an expression of joy and anger seems to be not as difficult to deal with as it is said in the legend.

Hearing the jihadist's words, Delileka shook his head in disappointment, and asked with some dissatisfaction: "Then who do you send to fight this time?"

At this moment, Deli Laika's heart is not as disappointed as it appears. Not only is she not disappointed, but she is also a little excited.

The overall strength of my side is much worse than that of the opponent. Now that I have finally won a perfect victory, it is the time when morale is booming. If the opponent sent the half-holy magister directly, in order to avoid unnecessary casualties, he would definitely give up the game, and his morale would definitely be affected.

Now that he was affected by the other party's killing of the Silver Warrior, he already felt angry. Although I said that anger can make people lose their minds most of the time, moderate anger can actually stimulate people's fighting spirit and potential.

"You go to battle! I hope you don't let me down, I don't like losers." The holy warrior pointed to a golden warrior in the team, and said in a flat tone.

"Don't worry, my lord, the villain will definitely live up to my love, and I will fight to win a victory!" The golden warrior looked at the holy warrior with a look of admiration, his eyes shone with excitement, and hurried out to show his loyalty.

The golden warrior knew very well that in the current situation, if he could turn the tide and win a victory, how could the holy warrior in front of him lose his support and worry about his future status?

The jihadist nodded, snorted coldly at Deli Leka, and then stopped talking.

After the golden warrior in silver armor was in place, he took out a silver long spear directly from the space ring. The silver helmet and silver armor shined on the silver spear. From a distance, it really looked like a master.

However, if you take a closer look, you will find that the appearance of this golden warrior is really unflattering, in stark contrast to this outfit.

The golden warrior has a long donkey face, and his facial features are too concentrated. Although his eyes are not small, they are very close together, giving people a feeling of staring. The neck is thick and short, the body is short and fat, and the height is only 1.56 meters.

Deli Laika carefully felt the thickness of the golden warrior's fighting spirit. Although the golden warrior's appearance is not very good, the fighting spirit is real. Deli Laika thought about it carefully, and looked at a golden warrior beside him.

"Tang Xingrong, I'll leave it to you. The opponent should be a master with a gun. Be careful."

"Master, please don't worry, I will deal with it carefully. I finally won a victory, and I will definitely continue the victory!" The golden warrior named Tang Xingrong bowed deeply to Delileka, and pulled out his hands from behind. Gun, slowly walked to the opposite of the golden warrior, and stopped.

Both sides are fighters, so naturally there is no need to keep a long distance.

The donkey-faced soldier looked at Tang Xingrong provocatively, and danced a few spears with his silver spear. His movements were smooth and unrestrained. If it weren't for his long body, it would be a bit unsightly, and he could indeed fascinate thousands of girls.

Tang Xingrong's appearance was very ordinary, the kind that would not attract people's attention in the crowd, but standing with the donkey-faced warrior, it immediately made people feel as if Pan An was alive.

Tang Xingrong didn't respond to the donkey-faced warrior's provocation. Instead, he raised his two guns, took a stance, and looked at the donkey-faced warrior calmly.

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