Pope System of Rebirth

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Just when Qin Lang arrived at the door of Tar's house, another powerful energy burst out. This time Qin Lang was closer and could clearly feel the power of this energy and the terrifying energy contained in it.

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Qin Lang stood in front of Tar's house and murmured: "Could it be that what both Tar and his grandfather refined are god-level artifacts."

At this time, there were also many dwarf forgers standing in front of the Tarr family. For such a landscape, they naturally predicted something. Only the emergence of weapons that surpassed the existence of sacred weapons can trigger such a vision from the sky.

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Many dwarves in front of the door were also secretly happy. The dwarves have not seen artifact-level weapons for hundreds of years, but today two heavenly visions appeared in Tal. This proves that Tal is

The family has refined two artifact-level weapons.

Regarding everyone's evaluation, Qin Lang naturally knew something about the inside story. According to Taal's words, he couldn't create a divine weapon at all. However, it was difficult for Qin Lang to explain the two heavenly phenomena. The only thing that could be explained was Taal's refining.

The weapons produced are not yet at the level of artifacts, but they are still comparable to artifacts.

Just when everyone was guessing this, the door of Tar's house slowly opened, and what came into everyone's sight was Tar's grandfather. At this time, Tar's grandfather was holding a huge black axe, and his eyes were open.

His expression flashed with excitement, and it seemed that the grandfather who forged Tal this time was also quite satisfied.

A dwarf took a step forward and asked eagerly: "Chief, have you forged a first-level artifact?"

Tal's grandfather raised the huge black ax in his hand and said excitedly: "I succeeded. I finally did not insult our ancestors of the dwarves. I finally forged an artifact-level product."

Hearing Grandpa Tar's words, many dwarves also fell into joy. You must know that although the weapons forged by the dwarves are welcomed everywhere, they are not satisfied with the people of the dwarves. Their purpose is

Forging an artifact-level weapon, forging an artifact, is enough to make them proud for a lifetime.

At this time, everyone was caught up in the excitement of the artifact forged by Grandpa Tar, and completely ignored the problem of two visions descending from the sky.

Qin Lang looked at Grandpa Tar who came out and stared at the room where Tar was forged. But after half an hour, he didn't see Tar's appearance. Qin Lang felt a little anxious. Qin Lang said to himself, two visions showed.

Two artifact-level weapons would appear, but Tarr's delay in showing up made Qin Lang even more worried.

Qin Lang stepped over the delighted crowd and strode towards Tal's forging room.

Qin Lang squeezed through the crowd and walked into Tal's forging room. What he saw before him was Tal's weak appearance.

Talbi fell weakly to the ground, and his eyes could not conceal his excitement as he stared at the Thunderbolt Slash forged in his hand. However, Talbi had already collapsed at this time and did not even have the strength to stand up.

Qin Lang also looked at the Thunderbolt Slash in Tal's hand with excitement and murmured: "You succeeded. The weapon you forged actually caused a phenomenon falling from the sky."

After hearing Qin Lang's words, Tal murmured: "Yes, I succeeded, I succeeded. Although this weapon is not at the level of an artifact, it is a weapon comparable to the level of an artifact."

Qin Lang walked over and helped the excited Tal up. "I'll help you out first, let them all see your work."

Tal's grandfather was also looking at Tal's forging room at this time. He was also puzzled by the two strange thoughts that appeared from the sky. When he saw Qin Lang helping Tal come out.

Grandpa Tal hurriedly came up to him and said, "Tal, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so weak?"

Tal said excitedly: "Grandpa, I succeeded. Although the weapon I created this time is not god-level, its power is comparable to god-level existence."

Following Taal's words, Taal's grandfather fixed his eyes on the Thunderbolt Slash in Qin Lang's hand. For Duan Zaoshi, they have a special sense of how powerful a weapon is, and they looked at Qin Lang's hand.

With the Thunderbolt Slash, Grandpa Tar murmured: "Such a monster has appeared. It is not forged with a first-level artifact, but it has a power comparable to that of a first-level artifact. It is really extraordinary."

Regarding Grandpa Tar's surprise, Tar said narcissistically: "That's right, you don't even know who forged it."

Qin Lang and Grandpa Tar automatically ignored Tar's narcissism.

Grandpa Tar came over with the artifact he forged and said, "Now let's try to see whose one is more powerful."

Qin Lang stretched out one hand to hold Grandpa Tal and said: "Grandpa, now there are two weapons that are comparable to artifacts. Don't waste it. Let's put aside what we said before."

Qin Lang obviously didn't want to destroy one of the two weapons, but Qin Lang had to worry about his own Thunder Slash. After all, Grandpa Tar's Duan created a divine weapon. If his own Thunder Slash was cut off,

Go there and find a weapon that can replace the demon sword.

Qin Lang felt it when he took out the demon sword to fight against the monster that day. When he used the demon sword, his mood would also change, and he would become more bloodthirsty and warlike, so Qin Lang wanted to use it when it was unnecessary.

The best thing is not to use the demon sword, and the current Thunder Slash is the best substitute.

Tar's grandfather smiled and said: "If this test lets me know that there is a material stronger than black iron, it will undoubtedly provide great benefits to the forging of our dwarves. If it is ruined, I will

I’ll give you the newly forged black iron axe.”

Naturally, Qin Lang couldn't understand what Grandpa Tar said, so he said, "Okay, Grandpa, it's up to you."

Grandpa Tar smiled and took the thunderbolt from Qin Lang. He held the thunderbolt in his left hand and the black iron ax in his right hand.

"Crash." The two artifact-level weapons collided heavily.

Just when everyone thought that such a good holy weapon would be destroyed here, an eye-popping scene happened. The two weapons collided together, only making a deafening sound, but the weapon did not appear.

The phenomenon of weapon breakage.

Tal smiled when he saw the result and said, "It's really comparable to a magical weapon, hehe." After saying that, he fainted.

Everyone in the dwarf tribe was also surprised by this ending. A sacred weapon could withstand the blows of an artifact. This shows that the power of this sacred weapon is comparable to that of an artifact.

Qin Lang and Grandpa Tar could naturally feel that Tal's fainting was caused by excessive exhaustion. As long as he had a good rest, he would not be in any serious danger.

Qin Lang placed Tal on the chair to rest, and took the Thunderbolt Slash and the artifact-level black essence ax that Grandpa Tal had brought over.

Qin Lang smiled and only took the Thunderbolt Slash, but did not take Grandpa Tar's Black Essence Axe.

Grandpa Tar frowned and said, "Don't you look down on my black spirit ax?"

Qin Lang looked at Grandpa Tar's frown and then said: "No, Grandpa Tar, if I have an axe, it would be a waste for you to give it to me. I think most of you dwarves are good at using axes. If you give it to them,

It is more powerful than a tiger, but the words given to me are wasted."

Grandpa Tar thought for a while and then said: "That's true, but you let me know a substance that is harder than black iron. How can I repay you?"

Qin Lang smiled and said: "No need, the knife that Tal refined for me is the best reward."

Grandpa Tarr shook his head and said: "This won't work. Otherwise, I will use steel to forge a real artifact in the future. Then I will give it to you."

Qin Lang originally wanted to veto it, but Tarr's grandfather received the message: "That's it, otherwise you will look down on the weapons forged by our dwarves."

Seeing that Ta'er's grandfather spoke so seriously, Qin Lang couldn't refuse, so he said: "Okay, Grandpa Ta'al."

Hearing Qin Lang's answer, Grandpa Tar smiled, then looked at everyone and said: "I forged an artifact this time. Today I announce again that I will give this artifact to our dwarf clan in the near future.

The number one warrior. Let’s talk about it.”

After hearing Grandpa Tar's words, many of the young generation's strong men below were rubbing their fists and hands, feeling eager to try.

Everyone in the dwarf clan also said: "Okay, only the warriors of our clan are qualified to use the artifact made by the clan leader."

Looking at everyone's performance, Tal nodded and said: "Okay, let's disperse now. On the day of the selection of the first generation warrior, everyone will have a hard time drinking."

As the crowd dispersed, Tal pulled Qin Lang in, took the Thunderbolt Slash from Qin Lang's hand, and murmured: "I didn't expect that this steel is actually harder than the king of irons, black iron.

But it is a waste to create a sacred weapon, but with this method, it will no longer be so complicated and difficult to create a sacred weapon."

While Grandpa Tal was waiting smugly, Tal woke up, coughed twice, and said: "Ahem, Grandpa, I'm afraid it's not that simple. Taking my current strength as an example, I can forge this sacred weapon.

It cost me all my energy, and if what I forged was a divine weapon, it would probably take my life to complete it."

After hearing what Tarr said, Grandpa Tarr frowned and said: "I didn't expect that the strength and hardness of steel also make its forging conditions so difficult. If we follow Tarr's words, I'm afraid it can be used in the entire dwarf clan.

The number of people who forge it is also very few."

After hearing the conversation between Tal and his grandfather, Qin Lang also frowned and said, "I originally planned to use steel to build artifacts to increase my side's combat effectiveness, but it seems that I am unwilling to do so."

The optimistic state of the dwarves is also evident. Under such news, Grandpa Tal just frowned, and then said with relief: "Even if we can't forge it, knowing the existence of this kind of steel is also good for us.

, maybe we only have a few people who can forge now, but maybe in the future."

Tal murmured: "But, Grandpa."

Tar's grandfather interrupted Tar's words and said: "Just let the three of us know about this matter. Don't tell it. Once it is told, it will not only be of no benefit to us dwarfs, but will also harm many people."

If people try it, the loss to us dwarves will be huge."

Qin Lang and Tal nodded and said in unison: "Grandpa, we know this, so you can rest assured."

Grandpa Tal nodded and said: "Well, then Tal, you should have a good rest and try to participate in the competition for the first warrior. If you get the first place, the prize will be the first artifact that Grandpa has forged in his life."

Tal nodded and said excitedly: "Grandpa, I will definitely take first place."

Regarding Taal's words, Grandpa Taal just smiled and asked Taal to have a rest early. Then Qin Lang and Qin Lang left Taal's place and went out.

Qin Lang returned to his room, looked at the starry sky outside, and murmured: "The dwarves are indeed not an ordinary race. They can actually forge artifacts. If I have the help of the dwarves in the future, my chances of winning will be better."

Much bigger..."

Qin Lang has spent a lot of time in the dwarf tribe. On this day, the dwarf tribe also ushered in an annual event. The battle of the first warrior of the dwarf tribe will be held today.

Tal is relatively excited today. Although Tal himself is not very sure about this competition, Tal wants to come as early as possible so as not to have trouble sleeping every day.

Grandpa Tal looked at the impatient Tal, shook his head and looked at Qin Lang and said: "Qin Lang, do you want to participate in today's competition?"

Qin Lang hesitated for a moment and thought: "That's right. It's an annual event for the dwarves, and the prizes this time are so attractive. If you go to participate by yourself, it will be a good place to practice."

Naturally, Tar and Grandpa Tar didn't know what Qin Lang was thinking. If Grandpa Tar knew, there's no guarantee that he wouldn't be so angry that he wouldn't be so angry that his legs would jump up and his eyes would turn white and he would faint to death.

Tal looked at Qin Lang who was hesitating, immediately pulled Qin Lang, smiled and said to Grandpa Tal: "Grandpa, Qin Lang won't participate, right? Qin Lang" After saying that, he glared at Qin Lang. Then

His eyes seemed to be thinking about what Qin Lang said, if you dare to agree, I will definitely not let you go. "

Qin Lang was so stunned by Tal's eyes that he shuddered and quickly declined: "Yes, Grandpa Tal, after all, this is a grand event for your dwarf clan. I'm afraid it won't be good for me, a foreigner, to participate."

Grandpa Tarr shook his head and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter. Our dwarves are a relatively easy-going race. As long as you are a friend of our dwarves, our dwarves will not treat him as a foreigner."

After hearing Grandpa Tar's words, Qin Lang shook his head and said, "Even though this is the case, I'd better not participate. Thank you Grandpa Tar for your kindness."

Grandpa Tal heard that both Qin and Lang rejected his kindness. He said nothing more and nodded: "Then it's up to you. If you want to participate, tell me before the game and I will help you make arrangements."

arrange."

Qin Lang nodded to Grandpa Tar and said, "Well, thank you Grandpa, I will do it."

Grandpa Tar waved his hand and went out first to make arrangements for the party.

Tal watched his grandfather leave, patted his chest, and murmured: "Fortunately, Qin Lang, a pervert, didn't participate, otherwise I might have lost all my normal confidence." After saying this, he revealed a smile.

A sinister smile.

Naturally, Qin Lang heard what Taal said. Qin Lang patted Taal's shoulder from behind and said, "Oh, so you are afraid that I will make you the number one."

Tal nodded and said: "If you participate, I really have no chance. Others don't know that you are a pervert, but I have a deep understanding of it. You can cut even perverted monsters, so we can't directly give them to you."

You were killed."

Qin Lang shook his head. It seemed that Tal was still worried about the monster he injured when he saved him last time, so he said: "Don't worry, I actually promised that I won't participate if you don't participate, but I

I heard from your grandpa that some people older than you might take action this time, after all, it is a magical weapon."

When Tal heard Qin Lang's words, his face that was originally smiling because of Qin Lang's withdrawal also dimmed. He frowned and said, "Well, this is a problem. Although I am considered one of the best among the younger generation.

A strong man, but if someone from the older generation comes out, I'm afraid it will be troublesome."

After hesitating for a while, Tal looked at Qin Lang and said, "Why don't you help me."

Qin Lang smiled and said: "Help you, it's impossible. Your grandfather said this time it depends on your own ability. If you want me to take action, don't blame me if I take first place."

Tal, who originally heard the first half of the sentence, was so happy that he blushed when he heard the second half of the sentence. However, he had no choice but to sigh and said: "Forget it, I'd better do it myself, so as not to worry about it."

If I lure a wolf into my house, I will suffer huge losses."

Qin Lang smiled, patted Tal on the shoulder, and said: "Let's go, the party is about to start. If you go late, there will be no chance." After saying that, he walked out alone, ignoring Tal.

Tal cursed from behind and hurriedly caught up with Qin Lang and went to the competition place together.

The competition usually starts after everyone has had their fill of wine and food at the party.

When Qin Lang and the two came to the venue, the party had already begun. All the dwarfs in the clan gave up what they were doing and came here to participate in the dwarfs' annual event.

Tarr was already quite famous in the dwarf clan, and he was the grandson of the clan leader. Although Qin Lang was an outsider, during the time he had been in the dwarf clan, all the dwarves were familiar with this human clan.

When I saw Qin Lang and Tal arriving, some people from the younger generation gathered around them.

"Tal, are you sure this time?"

"Tal, I heard that a lot of people from the older generation have come out."

"Tal heard that Kachat has also returned from practicing abroad. I heard that his strength has greatly increased. How can I be sure this time?"

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Qin Lang had just walked up to Tal, and many of the younger generation were asking Tal with concern about the competition.

Tarr is not a person who likes to talk big or make excuses. Specifically speaking, no one from the dwarf family can make excuses. So he waved his hand and said: "Okay, it's hard to say this. After all, the reward this time is too much."

It's tempting, there's no guarantee that there won't be some people from our dwarves who have been practicing in seclusion, and we don't know how strong they are, so let's wait and see."

When everyone heard what Tal said, they all nodded and said, "Yeah, let's take a look. Although this competition is more complex, at most it will only involve people who are a generation older than us. I believe they don't dare to rule out the competition."

You have too many people coming to attend.”

Qin Lang has been in the dwarf tribe for the past few days, and he also knows that although the dwarf tribe is a peace-loving race, there are also different differences in this race. Tar's grandfather leads one group of dwarves, and the other is called Kali.

Kachat's grandfather led some men and horses, with two pairs of men and horses. Generally, the dwarves are divided into two factions. But once the dwarves are in danger, Qin Lang will not hesitate to believe that the men and horses of the two factions will practice their skills.

Working together to fight against the intruders, this is the dwarf clan.

On the other side, several people from the dwarf tribe were staring at Qin Lang and Tal. Among them was Nakachat.

Feeling the gazes of Kachat and the others, Tal also stared back.

Their eyes met, and a strong fighting spirit emanated. Everyone around them took a step back.

Qin Lang walked forward, patted Tal, and said, "Don't waste your energy now. Go eat something first. Otherwise, if you don't have enough energy before the stage, you will do something."

Regarding Qin Lang's intrusion, Nakachat was also surprised and thought: "This human being has such terrifying strength and can easily break through the battlefield formed by Tal and me. It is really extraordinary.

"

When Tal heard Qin Lang's words, although considering their current strength, it didn't matter whether they ate or not, but maybe they felt different. Tal didn't care about exchanging glares with Nakachat and walked into the crowd.

, looking for something to eat.

Kachat also had to look at Qin Lang for a while, and then he stopped thinking about it and blended into the crowd, probably to eat. After all, he would also be a protagonist in a while, and he would not have the energy to do so.

no.

When Qin Lang broke into the field of fighting intent between the two, he unleashed the fighting intent from Tal. Qin Lang also felt that with his intrusion, four other fighting intents broke out, and all of them

It was aimed at himself. Although when Qin Lang felt the other four fighting intentions, he also dispersed his aura to find those four people, but it was obvious that those four people were also powerful people, and they just exploded in an instant.

After fighting, he will ride

The upper part of the body retracted, making Qin Lang unable to feel it for a while, but Qin Lang's elite sixth sense still allowed Qin Lang to detect four figures. One was Kachat who was looking at Tal, and the two figures were two figures.

A strong dwarf from the older generation, and a dwarf who was also from the younger generation. Looking at these four figures, Qin Lang shook his head and murmured: "It seems that Tal is in quite a lot of trouble this time."

." Qin Lang sighed and blended into the crowd.

In response to the natural outbreak of fighting spirit among these people, several dwarves who can be said to be the elders of the dwarf clan are also paying attention to these people, because everyone also vaguely knows that this competition is not so much a competition for the dwarves.

It was a competition for these few people. When they saw Qin Lang's actions, they frowned unnaturally. The competition between the dwarves and the current dispute between the dwarves for artifacts. The addition of a human made them feel a little bit...

It's uncomfortable, and he's a powerful human being.

Kali locked his eyes on Qin Lang, frowned and looked at Grandpa Tar and said, "What's going on? Do you want a human to participate in this competition?"

Several other dwarf elders also looked at Grandpa Tar with confused eyes.

Grandpa Tar smiled and said: "Originally I had this intention, but he was unwilling."

Hearing Grandpa Tar's words, the elders were so shocked that their mouths were about to drop. They said: "What, you know that the reward this time is an artifact, but this human being is not interested."

Grandpa Tar nodded and said: "Don't be surprised, it's the fact."

At this time, when the elders looked at Qin Lang, their eyes were no longer full of hostility, but they still did not let go of their guard.

Qin Lang didn't take it to heart that the elders were paying attention to him. He would not do anything detrimental to the dwarves no matter what. It was natural for them to be wary of a human like him. After all, Qin Lang came to the dwarves.

The family has not been in the family for too long. Although everyone knows him, not many people know him well. At most, Tar and Grandpa Tar know Qin Lang a little bit.

The time of the party also flew by. After all, everyone's thoughts were not on the party this time. The attraction of this competition was too strong. Everyone was also looking forward to the start of the competition.

Amid everyone's expectations, the curtain of the competition gradually opened.

Everyone had enough to drink and eat, and the much-anticipated competition began after everyone had had enough to drink and eat.

Everyone quickly gave up the space in the middle and retreated to a certain range.

Seeing what the dwarves were doing, Qin Lang secretly nodded and murmured: "The dwarves are indeed a good race."

Grandpa Tal and Grandpa Kachat stood on the stage with the other eight elders of the dwarf tribe, looking at everyone in the audience with a smile.

At this time, a slightly older dwarf walked up and waved his hand. As the dwarf waved his hand, the bustling crowd below instantly became quiet. Looking at the quiet venue, the dwarf said

: "I am Tarn, the referee of this competition. I have been a referee for so many years, but this competition is undoubtedly the one that makes me most excited. If I were not old, I would definitely participate."

As the referee named Tarn finished speaking, laughter erupted from below.

Looking at the laughing crowd, Tarn waved his hands and continued: "But I am too old. This competition is still a stage for you young people. However, in view of the good gifts and the large number of participants, we have to

Rank out the strong ones. Now let’s put the number of people on stage for this competition.”

As Tarn's words fell, Tarn and Kachat filed in first, followed by about twenty people.

Looking at the twenty-five people who came up, Tarn said slowly: "Although the number of people in this competition may be a little smaller, the competition this time is all the strong ones of our dwarf clan. If anyone is dissatisfied,

You can come on stage yourself, as long as you feel you have the skills

With such strength, you can come up. Our competition selection may have pulled down some people who have worked hard in cultivation in recent years, so people who now think that their strength can compete with the more than 20 people on the stage come to the stage now.

There will be no chance when the game starts..."

Tarn's words were repeated twice on the stage, but still no one came up to the stage. They were joking. These people on the stage are recognized as strong men of the younger generation by the dwarves. Wouldn't they be looking for trouble if they went up there? Although some people wanted to

I took this opportunity to see the results of my years of hard work, but I also knew that this competition was no longer the same as before, so I suppressed my heart.

Watching the people on stage, Tarn smiled and said: "If everyone has no objections, then I will now announce that before the game starts and the rules are established, no assassins are allowed." After saying this, Tarn tapped his feet on the ground and shook his body.

He flew into the sky and returned to the front of several elders. He bowed his hands and sat down to pay attention to the battle below.

I saw that after Tarn announced the start of the game, it was obviously a melee. There was no unique referee to hold each game. According to the commonly used saying on the mainland, the real strong will not care about his opponents.

To some extent, in their eyes, they only have the belief of defeating their opponents. Obviously, this method of the human race is also widely used by the dwarves.

Tarn flew away, suspected of giving up the field to these contestants. Everyone on the field found opponents for themselves, but there were also four people who didn't move at all. Tarn, Kachat and the other two

They all looked at each other, as if this large venue was custom-made for them, and the rest of the people seemed to be mere foils, but that was also the case.

After a dwarf defeated his opponent, he looked around and saw Tal standing aside. He yelled and turned towards Tal. Tal joined the battle, and the other three were defeated by others.

People were chosen. They were all involved in the battle.

But where is the gap in strength? With the addition of the four Tarrs, the screams continued, and the battle was resolved quickly. The four Tarrs quickly eliminated the other contestants. Seeing that now only the four Tarls are left on the stage.

The referee flew to the stage again and said: "Carry the injured person off and continue the game."

After all the injured were carried off, all four Tarr people burst out with strong fighting spirit. The fighting spirit instantly enveloped the sky. The elders of the dwarf tribe watched the four people burst out with strong fighting spirit. In order to fight,

Without affecting others, they also quickly joined forces to set up a very powerful defensive barrier on the site, shrouding the four Tarrs in the barrier. Everyone who had originally ignited the fighting spirit of the four Tarrs also returned to their original state, and congratulations continued.

"Come on Tal."

"Come on Kachat."

"Come on Ren."

"Come on Butt."

There was a continuous sound of cheers for several people.

"Boom." Tal moved, and Tal chose a player closer to him, that is, the dwarf named Renn.

Tal's explosion. Renn was not to be outdone, and instantly burst out with a strong fighting spirit to meet Tal.

Kachat and Bute also looked at each other, fighting spirit broke out, and the two of them also fought together.

The ripples of the battle continued to fill the barriers set up by the elders, and the sound of bombings continued to sound.

Compared with the battles of the human race, the battles of the dwarves are much more intense. The battles of the human race are generally based on powerful fighting skills and magic, but the dwarves are different. Most of the fighting skills they have learned are the same, and the only way to

The only thing that reflects their powerful strength is the collision of energy. The pure physical power slowly made this battle more intense.

"Boom." After Tal and Renn struck, they quickly retreated. After retreating, the two did not attack again. Instead, they attacked their opponents carefully. They also knew that such a battle would take too much time here.

With strength, if there is a battle later, it will be difficult to deal with. Colleagues Kachat Yebut and Kachat who looked at each other in Tal were also looking at each other. Obviously everyone was looking for an opportunity to defeat them one by one.

Opponent's chances, only in this way can we ensure that we can be in good condition in the next game.

This time it was not Tal who took the lead, but Ren.

Renn shouted, and powerful fighting spirit enveloped Renn's body. Renn made a fist with his left hand and struck Tal.

Seeing Ren's attack, Tal also shouted: "Okay." He also burst out with powerful fighting spirit, wrapped himself up, and punched Ren.

"Bump." The fists collided, and a strong wave of fighting energy spread out.

Seeing such a powerful collision, Qin Lang was also surprised. With such a collision of strength, according to Qin Lang's current strength, he would not dare to rush to it, but the dwarves did this, which is enough to prove

The dwarves are interested in the strength and training of their weapons. Seeing the collision between Tal and Ren, Qin Lang murmured: "It seems that I have to train my own weapons."

The battle in the field became more and more intense. Tal turned sideways to avoid Ren's attack, then struck forward and pounced on Ren. At this time, the two of them had already spent most of their energy, and their agility was not as good as at their peak.

Renn and then Tal dodged in time to return the killing blow. At this time, Renn couldn't dodge even if he wanted to.

Rennes' supporters outside the court also shouted bad and wanted to remind Rennes, but it was too late. Even if Rennes knew about Tal's attack at this time, he was still able to recover.

"Bump." Tal knocked Renn away with one blow, and he knelt on one knee, breathing heavily.

Just as Tal defeated Renn, Kachat also relied on his years of accumulated combat experience to defeat his opponent with one blow when his opponent was unprepared.

Now the only ones on the field who can still fight are Tal and Kachat. As for Ren and But, although their lives are not in danger, they cannot participate in the battle anymore.

Tal and Kachat looked at each other. Although the two of them were exhausted now, they still couldn't stop the strong fighting spirit. Their eyes met and the strong fighting spirit burst out, as if they were still in their prime.

Tal smiled playfully and said, "Kachat didn't expect you to be able to fight to the end."

Kachat also smiled playfully and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to fight to the end."

"Then let's fight."

"war."

Regardless of their physical exhaustion, the two of them raised their strength to the highest level. The thick fighting spirit spread around the two of them, slowly forming a layer of light around them.

"Crash." The two people's light masks collided together, and layers of gray sand were stirred up around them. The gray sand wrapped Tal and Kachat in it. Fierce collision sounds continued to come from the gray sand.

Although no one could see the fight between the two in the gray sand, they also knew the intensity of the fight between the two from the fierce collision.

Others don't know about the battle in the gray sand, but Qin Lang's sixth sense superman can clearly feel the flow of power between the two in the gray sand. If there is another blow and no one succeeds, it can only be a tie.

The two people wrapped in the gray sand also knew their status. Just as Qin Lang knew, both of them only had the power of one blow. If the blow failed, the two of them would have no power.

I have the strength to fight again.

Both of them shouted loudly, focused their remaining energy on their fists, and smashed each other hard.

"bump."

The gray sand dispersed, and the figures of Tal and Kachat immediately flew out, hit the protective shield heavily, and slowly slid down.

The two men's hot slide also touched the hearts of everyone outside the venue. If whoever stood up, then he would undoubtedly be the winner of this battle.

The tenacity of the two people also surprised everyone. Not long after they slid to the ground, they both stood up and stared at each other without giving in. Now the fighting energy in the two people's bodies was empty, and the physical consumption was also huge. I'm afraid even now

If a two-year-old child casually pinched them, the two of them would fall to the ground.

After a brief look at each other, it was obvious that Kachat could no longer hold on. "Peng." Kachat's body fell heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing Kachat's fall, the referee named Tarn flew into the field and said: "Today our number one warrior has come out, and that is Tarn."

Applause rang out, and people who supported Tal or Kachat all clapped their hands. This applause was dedicated to Tal, and the night was dedicated to Kachat. The battle between the two clearly deserved such warm applause.

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After hearing the result, Tal grinned and fell to the ground with a "Peng."

Two figures quickly ran down from the elders' bench, picked up Tal and Kacha who were in the field, and left quickly.

With the departure of the protagonist, tonight's grand gathering has come to an end. Everyone is returning to their homes one after another to have a good rest before putting in another day's work tomorrow.

Qin Lang saw a total of nearly fifteen first-level experts in the competition today. However, although Qin Lang did not believe that the dwarves had only such a few experts, he saw fifteen of them in such a battle today, so

There are so many hidden strong men.

Qin Lang looked at the remaining breaths of the battle among the people alone and murmured: "Dwarves, I am becoming more and more interested. I wonder what kind of surprises there will be if I stay here."

So far, two days have passed since the battle between the dwarves. Tal has been lying at home since Grandpa Tal brought him home from the competition two days ago. Two days have passed and there is no sign of waking up.

Regarding this situation, Grandpa Tar just said lightly, "He'll be fine if he's tired and rests for a few days."

Qin Lang also knew that although this competition was quite intense, he did not use any tricks that could endanger his life. He usually just clicked until he hit the target. At most, Taal was only slightly injured, not serious. Today's coma was probably caused by the loss of strength.

(To be continued...)

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