"You're just a bunch of shit, Cadio!"

"Bastard, are you here to play the propeller game? I admit you played well, but please be serious during the game, okay?"

"Don't let me see you on the street! Or I'll definitely beat your head out of shit."

"I see that there is a slurry in your mind, and the other berserkers are not like you."

Cadio Rod, who walked onto the ring for the third time amid the noise and insults of the shocking eardrums, obviously no longer had the confidence he had before. His breathing was rapid, his eyes were fluttering and flickering, and he was unwilling to face the stands around him.

"I want to kill you! You must have made me angry Andrei! I will definitely make you regret it for life, I wish I could kill you."

The referee immediately frowned and pointed the black flag in his hand at Cadio. This was the meaning of a foul warning. The latter had to shut up and could only look at Li Mochen with hatred.

"Both sides are ready to start!"

When the referee waved the red flag under the hands of the referee, Cadio Rod's breath became extremely crazy. At this time, his body continued to expand to 2.8 meters. With the armor outside his body, it was three meters tall, and it looked like a mountain-like tall man, with black aura condensing outside his body.

"You forced me, Andre! I'm going to smash you into meat pie!"

With this sentence, the black aura had condensed a huge illusionary figure, standing behind Cadio Rod. If you observe carefully, you will find that it was a half-ox and half-human figure with a huge bull head, but its body is human, and its limbs and torso are extremely strong and strong.

The fierce and violent aura instantly swept the entire audience, causing the referee who was already a foreign-level power on the ring to change color slightly.

"This is ancient traceability! Okay, Cadio!"

"Not only trace the bloodline, he actually awakened the battle soul!"

"Wow, War Soul! That's Minotaur, one of the most powerful demigod berserkers ever! Cadio actually has the bloodline of the Tauren."

"Are you finally able to show your true skills, Cadio?"

"Go on, smash that arrogant guy to me! Cadio, he just now caused you a great humiliation!"

"He can't hear it now? Minotaurus's fighting spirit should have dominated. But this is the best. The demigod Minotaurus's fighting ability will never lose to a little devil!"

This time, Cadio did not charge rashly, but slowly approached Li Mochen with a pair of Viking battle axes in his hand, taking an oppressive attitude, trying to force the latter into the corner.

Cadio Rhode, who "awakened" the battle soul and replaced his consciousness with Minotaunus's remnant soul will, not only did not lose his mind, but instead adopted a steady and steady tactic to approach step by step.

In front of Cadio's already giant-like body, Li Mochen's figure, which was only 1.8 meters tall in armor, looked extremely weak and thin.

This scene also slightly changed Angela Medici, who was watching the game below the ring.

"It's really Minotao! This is absolutely impossible to be a war soul. With Cadio's thin bloodline, how is this possible?"

She didn't think Li Mochen would lose. A Mo was in a frontal battle before awakening the Dragon Vein Magician and the Titan Holy Warrior, killing a level 13 magic shadower.

Although it was done by guns and many external forces, Li Mochen's fighting ability can also be seen from this.

However, Minotaonos is a demigod after all. The combat consciousness of the demigod and the physical fitness of the level seven berserker are enough to pose a certain threat to Li Mochen.

"It doesn't matter, Miss."

Lina Adrick shook his head calmly, his tone was quite mixed: "I don't know how Cadio woke up the war soul, but I know that unless it is Minotaunus's complete soul, it will be useless for Andre."

“Useless?”

Angela was stunned for a moment, then thoughtfully said: "Speaking of this, I haven't asked you how Amo defeated you? Lina, you have awakened the bloodline of the Holy Angel, right? His father will definitely not be stingy with you."

When she was at Linden Academy in the morning, she rushed over as soon as she knew that Lina was going to find Li Mochen alone. But when Angela walked into the training room, Li Mochen had already left, only Lina Adrick knelt on the ground alone, with a posture and expression like a defeated dog.

"A month ago, the sir asked someone to hand over a 'Holy Stone in the Cloud' to me, so that I can have an archangel-level guardian spirit."

Lina said the truth: "But when I tried to oppress Andre with the protection spirit, I was countered by him. That guy."

Her voice paused and she looked at the ring with suspicious eyes: "He might have the fate of an emperor, and this level of so-called 'war soul' is not qualified to stand in front of him."

"emperor?"

Angela couldn't help laughing. She had always been very convinced of Li Mochen's ability. But where can we start with the word "emperor"?

And in modern society, besides a few monarchical countries with nominality, where are there real emperors? These are things that have been eliminated by the times.

"Miss, you feel ridiculous, right?"

Lina sighed: "I also find it absurd, but I was thinking in my heart when I stood in front of that guy. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I would not understand the momentum of that guy."

If it weren't for the emperor's destiny, how could he have the Dharma images of the three Eastern Heavenly Emperors, Ziwei, Antarctica and Gou Chen at the same time?

But at this time, Angela's eyes had shifted to the ring.

Li Mochen stood there holding a sword, facing Cadio Rod who was walking slowly, and did not retreat.

It was not until both sides approached a distance of four meters that Cadio had slightly raised the Viking tomahawk in his hands that Li Mochen made movements. It was an extremely simple step forward and pointed directly at the throat of Cadio Rhode's central palace. The sword speed was not too fast. It was placed on the weapon speed gauge outside the ring, clearly showing the number of 320 kilometers per hour.

Many people in the stands around couldn't help but feel disdainful. If this level of sword speed could hit Cadio Rhode, it would be a damn thing. The sword speed of 320 kilometers cannot be considered weak, and many level seven magic swordsmen are only at this speed. Cocadio Rhode is not an ordinary berserker. This person's physical fitness can almost catch up with the extramarital level!
Chapter completed!