Everyone Survives In The Fog

Faced with such a situation, Qin Lie had no choice but to fight to the death.

After being unable to attack for a long time, Qin Lie chose to temporarily stop the offensive, converge all the surrounding flames and magma, and condense it to himself, forming a boiling magma lake.

The terrifying high temperature burned the air, and the surrounding space was constantly fluctuating.

Qin Lie's eyes were downcast, the depths of his pupils were burning like flames, and the aura around his body was burning the sky and boiling the earth. The powerful force controlled the surrounding magma, peeling it off the ground and forming a magma fireball hanging in the air.

With such powerful control power, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

Anyone who has studied witchcraft knows very well at this moment that Qin Lie's strength does not lie in his talent!

Maybe his talent is indeed very strong, but it is definitely not the top talent.

What really supports him standing here is his attainments in witchcraft. In terms of understanding of the fire attribute, he must have reached the perfection level, maybe even higher.

This is acquired hard work, endless years of training and understanding, and dedicated study and exploration day and night.

This is far more important than talent.

A huge magma fireball condensed in the air, and the surrounding flames gathered and wrapped in the outer layer of magma, shining like a sun.

It was very difficult for Qin Lie to do all this, and it was even said to be overloaded.

At this time, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and his legs and feet could not stop shaking.

The damage to his body caused by this move was very great, it was beyond his endurance, and there was a high probability... that it would leave fundamental damage.

But he still chose to take action.

Even Qin Yan on the sidelines just watched this scene all the time without saying anything to stop it. The fluctuation in his eyes was enough to show the unrest in his heart.

Rather than stopping his children, he is more willing to let his children give it a go and do what he wants to do and what he thinks is right.

In the arena of race war, there is never a way out!

The arena is a matter of life and death. From the moment you decide to step onto the stage, you must be prepared for the difference between life and death.

This is a lesson that practitioners must learn throughout their lives.

As the lava fireball is released from the hand, the fire illuminates the ring.

But at the same time, Qin Lie also fell to the ground and lost all his aura and strength.

With only one last breath, he stared in the direction of the enemy.

Behind the scenes, Qi Yuan watched this scene and finally sighed with regret: "It's over...the winner has been decided."

Finally, in Qi Yuan's eyes, in Qin Yan's eyes, in the eyes of everyone in the audience, and in Qin Lie's eyes...

A huge earth-yellow fist figure rose from the ground.

At the same time, thousands of stone pillars grew out of the ground, covering the entire set of young people in front, shrouding the entire set of phantoms, and wrapping tens of thousands of layers of protection.

Facing the explosive output of the magma fireball, the young man with gloves also exhausted all his energy and made the final resistance.

The most explosive fire and the hardest rock collided together at this moment.

At first, the magma fireball was as powerful as a sun, bringing a devastating attack and making everyone shudder.

However, after all, this magma fireball has no one to control it, and there is no subsequent power to maintain it, so its potential is very limited.

After more than ten minutes of resisting, the young man with fist gloves exhausted all his remaining strength, and then gradually exhausted all the energy in the magma.

As the crimson magma fireball fell, a deep pit was created, and black smoke emitted.

It also means the end of the war.

The whole set of young people gasped and looked hard at the only two layers of rock protection left in front of them, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Qin Lie who was lying on the ground in front of him, he showed no expression of joy, let alone contempt or expression, but was full of solemnity.

As an opponent, he deeply understood that the gap between the two sides was actually very small.

His ability to win depends not only on his own strength, but also on the support of the forces behind him.

In other words, from the moment he was born, he was fully supported and cultivated by the empire.

Whether it is his gloves, the methods he uses, or the education he has received, they are far beyond what his peers can compare with.

Not so with his opponent.

He could feel that his opponent's fighting style was extremely free and unfettered. It was completely his own style and had not been systematically taught.

Including the methods used by the other party and his understanding of his own abilities, it was all his own. He had truly reached this point on his own.

So even if he won, he didn't feel much joy.

The second arena is over.

Gu Ling Civilization won and won its second consecutive victory.

Only this time, the morale of human civilization has not dropped, but has increased a bit.

Compared to the first game where he was unable to fight back, he was finally frightened and forced to surrender.

The second battle was definitely wonderful, and even praised, it showed the resilience and talent of genius-level figures in a civilization.

Neither the human civilization nor the Ancient Ling civilization showed any particular excitement or frustration about the victory or defeat in the second game.

Because they understand that in a battle between the truly strong and the strong, there is never a winner or loser, and both sides are worthy of respect.

As Qin Lie saw the last scene, he closed his eyes weakly and fell asleep completely.

Qin Yan's eyes were deep, and he walked onto the ring without saying a word, and hugged the unconscious Qin Lie down.

The slightly trembling eyes were enough to show the unrest in her heart.

For the tribe, their emotional bond is already very deep, let alone their own children.

As a father, he is naturally very proud that his child can fight to the death and show his talents on the world stage.

But more importantly, I feel distressed.

This is not an ordinary injury, but will have an impact on his future, and he may be unable to recover.

How could he face it calmly?

Even when he came off the stage, there was warm applause from the audience, but it didn't make him feel any better. He only felt extremely heavy in his heart.

Then at the next moment, a figure came in front of him.

"Lord An?!"

An Changlin said with a smile: "Qin Lie's performance is very good. Everyone is very satisfied. There is no shame. He will definitely be a figure in the future."

"Haha, I still lost after all." Qin Yan smiled bitterly. Looking at Qin Lie in his arms, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart: "And this injury...sigh...it's hard to say whether there will be a future."

An Changlin looked at the unconscious Qin Lie and whispered, "Leave him to me."

Qin Yan was stunned: "Leave it to you? What does this mean?"

An Changlin looked calm, "Brother Qi asked me to tell you that this child is very good. No matter what injury he has, Brother Qi will help heal him and give him a chance."

"Qi...Qi Yuan? He is willing to save this child?!"

Hearing this name, Qin Yan couldn't help but tremble.