Chapter 984: Yo! Isn't this the Son of Flame?

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"It doesn't matter, it should be a fighting party."
Berissa smiled and signaled that everyone around you should not be nervous, "You will know if you come with me."
Wang Yan and others, following Berissa, walked around the camp with camps and wooden houses for about five minutes, and saw a place in front of them, surrounded by a crowd of people at the moment.
"We are a fighting nation, advocating bravery, so from small to large, fighting each other, it has become our usual leisure activities."
"Every time on the eve of the Winter Festival, this kind of fighting party has become a grassroots selection for participating in hunting sacrifices, but with your strength, you can directly participate in hunting and elemental baptism rituals without participating in the fighting among these peoples."
As she said, she took the crowd to the front.
The outside crowd, seeing the foreign friends brought by Berissa, immediately nodded to the people friendly, and soon gave way to four people and two pets to the front.
The field used for fighting is a circular open space about the size of two basketball courts surrounded by hemp rope.
At this time, two people happened to be on the field and were about to play.
On the left is a young but very strong young man. His hands are covered with rough calluses. It can be seen that he usually works very hard and is a trainer.
On the right came a young man with brown hair braided, lean and capable, and a cunning look in his eyes.
Unlike the young man on the left, he had a stern expression and full of fighting spirit. Instead, his mouth slightly raised, with a bit of tyranny.
"This young man on the left is a young generation of our tribe, called Isan Norman. He is not very young. He usually works very hard and has great strength. It is one of the hot spots on this year's boarding on Dongdao."
Bai Lisha was introduced to everyone by Wang Yan and others.
"The one on the right is the heir of the tribe of the tribe next to the southwest tundra. The heir of the future tribe, named Igor, our future star of the Winter Gods, he and Ithan Norman are both A-level strength, the two fight , The outcome is hard to tell. "
Wang Yan also saw the strength of the two, and indeed they all reached the A level.
According to the previous understanding, the upcoming Winter Festival is a grand gathering of the Winter Gods, with a population of more than 100,000, and a high probability of awakening the Winter Gods. It is normal to have several A-level youths. And he also found out that Igor is not just a tribe of the tribes. Among the people who watched from all around, there were many young talents from other tributaries.
From this, it can be seen that even in this modern society, the Winter God Clan is still one of the largest ancient ethnic groups in the world.
"it has started!"
Berissa's voice didn't fall, and the two shot at the venue almost simultaneously.
Ethan Norman was full of vigour and solid foundation. When he stepped out, his body bowed, like a spring, strong and powerful, and he raised his fist and rushed to Igor.
However, in the face of such a violent charge, Igor was like a cunning fish. When he was confronting the opponent, he turned sideways slightly to avoid its sharp edge, then he was short and exerted strength, his elbow twisted, one The fist was lightning fast, straight from the back of Isan Norman.
"What a tricky fist!" Wang Yan secretly admired, even the red tank beside him who was good at melee nodded his approval.
Because of this fighting party, it is stipulated that no abilities can be used, otherwise the entire ancestral battalion will be smashed into pieces by virtue of the power of the abilities. Therefore, everyone who takes part in the fight uses the purest power and skill.
Therefore, the fighting is full of blood and the fighting skills exhibited are even more eye-catching.
"boom!"
With a groan, Ethan Norman reluctantly turned back and punched Igor hard with his left arm.
But when Isan Norman was in contact with the opponent's fist, he suddenly felt the other person's seemingly lean body, but the fist seemed to contain great power! His arm was numb and his internal organs were twitching with just one punch. The whole person rose into the air and flew out.
"Roar!"
Ethan Norman had just stood up, and Igor had snorted and deceived him.
This time Igor's offensive was like a storm, a violent tide, one punch after another, and the air stirred by the wind made bursts of bursts of tears.
In the face of this violent and offensive offensive, Ethan Norman has little power to fight back, and can only protect the key points and barely passively defend.
This kind of battle is rare. The crowds watching around it are full of blood and emotions. The shouts and cheers for a time, and the roar of the pets brought by the war, one after another, endlessly.
Wang Yan also lamented secretly, saying that Russia is a fighting nation, so the Winter Gods in Russia are definitely the fighting nation among the fighting nations.
Relying on the strong physique and explosive power of these people, it is a very powerful force in any place. Probably because of this, the Polar Bear Secret Service has specially designated an autonomous region for them, so that they can completely retain the lifestyle left by their ancestors.
"That Igor's really powerful should not be boxing, but a weapon." As a true melee master and a fighting expert of the Russian military, the Red Tank is definitely one of the best people on earth in terms of pure melee combat.
At this time, he was keenly aware of the routine of Igor ’s battle, and began to talk to Wang Yan around him. It should be an expert in making good use of weapons. "
"Yes, if Igor is using a glove or dagger now, then Isan Norman can't defend at all, maybe it has already been turned into a sieve." Wang Yan nodded and answered.
As a superpower who has been fighting all the way to the present, he has long been familiar with all kinds of weapon routines, and he can see the advantages and disadvantages at a glance. This ability is precisely the fighting instinct that was sharpened in the battle of death.
Otherwise, in the superpower world, encounter those brutal thugs who are also superpowers, and even cunning demons. Once the battle fails, it often means death.
"Break me!"
Igor once again exerted his strength, slamming a number of fast and fierce heavy punches. Yisang Norman's arms were already bruised, and at this time he was finally unable to resist and was attacked by the opponent. The other party quickly made another lightning-fast fist that slammed into Ethan Norman's chest.
"Click!"
There was a slight cracking sound.
"Poof!" Ethan Norman suddenly spurted blood and groaned in pain. The whole figure was instantly thrown high and fell back to the side, just like a dehydrated shrimp, curled weakly on the ground.
"It's so strong!" The crowd around me was shocked by the power of this punch. His face was pale, and the sound of discussion and cheering suddenly calmed down.
Berissa frowned slightly, her face unpleasant.
Igor's strength is indeed very strong. In the same level, he has defeated his opponent with an overwhelming strength.
But the fighting party is a party project where the tribes learn from each other, make progress together, and enhance friendship. But Igor directly shot the wounded person, and still hurt the other party seriously, let alone the surrounding tribes who were shocked and surprised. The daughter of Patriarch Zu Ting was a little angry.
Only considering that there are Wang Yan, Nan Lian and the red tank, three foreign guests, so she decided to bear her displeasure temporarily and plan to settle the bill with the young boy of this tribe in the future.
Just as Berissa planned to lead Wang Yan and others, leaving the party venue and visiting elsewhere, Igor suddenly laughed when she looked up.
"Hahaha, it is said that Zu Ting is the core of our tribe, but today it seems that Zu Ting's warriors are no different."
"What are you talking about?" The onlookers from around the ancestral court immediately shouted angrily.
"You arrogant guy, have the ability to say it again!"
Faced with the anger of the Zu Ting tribe, Igor not only didn't care, but raised his mouth and faced the people, smiling innocently: "I will say it again, if you are not convinced, come and fight me!"
Igor fingered everyone, but the surroundings were quiet.
Although the onlookers were angry, none of them dared to stand up and challenge Igor. In their eyes, Isan Norman is the top of their people, so Igor still has no power to fight back, and he is still miserable in the end.
Issan Norman is the same in the end, who are these ordinary tribes, who dares to find death and come out on top?
Seeing the scorching fire of the ever-growing ancestral court, all the tribes from the surrounding tribes sneered smirkingly, squeezing their eyebrows, and the ridicule was beyond words.
Igor's sarcasm seems to be even more laughter, and he glanced at the people in front of him, sneering again, "Oh, I said, the warriors of Zutin, but this is not the case."
Berissa, who was about to leave, finally couldn't help but turned around and reprimanded, "Come on!"
Although the voice is not loud, it carries the courage of the superior and the coercion of the half-step S-class strongman who scorns the heroes. With only one sentence, the surrounding whispered laughter came to an abrupt end.
Following the darling of her side, the bear king Reynolds, also immediately issued a beast roar throughout the day, the powerful and violent beast king's momentum, immediately shocked most of the tribes, and instinctively shrank.
"Yes, Miss Berissa!"
"Our temple of hunting is down!"
"Your Highness Hunter is here, see how arrogant that Igor is!"
The appearance of Berissa immediately aroused the cheers of the ancestral tribe.
"The original famous winter hunting god, Miss Berissa." Igor's face changed slightly, but then he raised his mouth again and mocked, "Since Miss Berissa has won the title of hunter, there is no hunting record. It can be broken, really powerful. "
"Why? Your Highness Hunting God also wants to participate in this low-level competition? That's fine, but I'm afraid that I'll be too heavy to do it. If I accidentally hurt Miss Berissa, it would be hard to say." In Igor's eyes, a flash of coldness flashed.
"I don't know if I'm dead ..." Berissa suppressed her anger and was about to enter the field, but Wang Yan gently held her shoulder and stopped.
"Belissa, why bother with this little character?"
Wang Yan sees that the other party intends to provoke, so he is stunned by anger and hastily disputes, only to get caught in the other party's trap.
However, Wang Yan's voice did not fall, and another more unassuming voice came over.
"Yo, isn't this the famous son of flame?"
In the voice, there was an unspeakable provocative taste, and some sour taste.
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