Hum!

Seeing this scene, Coster couldn't help but let out a cold snort, he originally thought that with his own momentum and his fame, he could calm the unknown character in front of him.

However, now the person in front of him obviously didn't give him any face, and even directly took out a weapon to challenge him.

He is the owner of the highland bloodline, and no one is qualified to challenge it, at least Koster thinks that the person in front of him does not, and this is undoubtedly a provocation to him.

Elder Rosen glanced at both sides, his eyes slightly displeased as he swept over Koster, but he couldn't say anything.

"Now that both sides are ready, the first game officially begins. However, the old man still has to say more, everyone is from the plateau tribe, and after dividing the winners and losers, you can point to the end. After Elder Rosen said this, he flew back.

Everyone understands that Elder Rosen's words are meant for Koster, and as a referee, he is indeed qualified to say such a thing.

Koster nodded slightly, but he didn't say anything, how could he not know what Rosen said!

He didn't think that the elders of the main vein were all decorations, and when Shaq and them returned half a year ago, Vaughn almost killed him by the sword.

He believed that if he really acted ruthlessly this time, then these elders of the main vein would definitely not mind killing him again.

So, Koster wouldn't do such a stupid thing as killing someone with the wrong hand.

Of course, this did not prevent him from teaching the person in front of him, who did not know what to do. Even, he wants to use this person to humiliate the entire main line.

John, on the other side, looked at Koster's increasingly cold eyes, and he knew that he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise when Koster made a move, he might not even have a chance to make a move.

"Spirit Snake Marksmanship!"

John let out a loud shout, and the silver spear in his hand emitted a silver light with the injection of John's mana, and a fierce aura emanated from the gun.

When the fierce aura reached its strongest, John rushed straight towards Koster, and the silver-white spear in his hand also transformed into a flying spirit snake, opening its sharp fangs and biting towards Lisk.

The people around felt this scene, and their faces showed surprise, this spirit snake spear technique that was displayed with all its might, its power was even a fifth-order martial king.

However, in the face of this ferocious attack, Coster only sneered disdainfully, "I can't help myself!" ”

As Koster spoke, a faint cyan light appeared in his hand, and as the light in his hand appeared, a violent aura spread out, and the people around the ring whose strength was lower than that of the fourth-order martial sect, after feeling this breath, their faces turned a little pale, and their bodies involuntarily retreated.

This is the gap in absolute strength, and it is not something that can be made up by an intermediate martial arts at all.

This cyan light was formed by Koster compressing his mana to the extreme, although it was not any martial arts, but in the hands of a sixth-order martial emperor like Koster, it was definitely not inferior to those intermediate martial arts.

When the cyan light in his hand was condensed by Koster to the point of substance, John's spirit snake marksmanship also happened to come to Koster.

Looking at the spirit snake that was swinging its teeth and claws towards him, Coster didn't look at it, and directly slapped it.

Bang!

A violent sound sounded, and immediately after, everyone saw that the spear that turned into a silver-white spirit snake was directly slapped by Koster and fell to the bottom of the ring. Some sharp-eyed people can still see that the tip of the hardest gun is actually bent.

As for John in the ring, it was even more miserable, at this time, his hands holding the silver spear were already bloody and fleshy, his chest was rising and falling violently, he closed his eyes, as if he was struggling with something, and finally poofed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

It turned out that when he was confronting Koster head-on just now, the mana that Coster exerted was not known how many times more than John's rage, and these mana even invaded his body along the spear.

After squirting out this mouthful of blood, John's breath withered, and his whole body shook a little, as if he couldn't stand steadily.

"Koster wins!" At this moment, Elder Lawson, who was the referee, hurriedly spoke.

At the same time, his figure flashed, and he came between the two, obviously he was afraid that Coster would come casually again, and John would be here today.

However, Elder Rosen's concern was obviously unnecessary, and after Coster slapped that palm, he stood with his hands in his hands and looked at John with some disdain.

"Elder Rosen, don't you think it's a waste of time to continue like this? Like these people in the main vein, I can basically slap them to death. ”

"It's better to directly let the main vein select the strongest person to decide the winner in a battle with me, so as not to waste everyone's time." Koster's arrogant voice rang out again.

Wow!

As soon as Koster's words came out, there was an uproar in the field, and of course the main vein was scolding Koster for his arrogance and rudeness.

As for the three elders, there were bursts of cheers, and they even shouted the slogan "Don't waste time".

The faces of the other main lineages were also blue and white, but for a while, they didn't know how to refute. Because although Koster's words are domineering, if you look at it from a realistic point of view, what he said does have some truth, rather than wasting time, it is better to decide the winner in a fight.

Elder Rosen, who was the host, couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard this, but Coster had a special status, so he couldn't reprimand him directly, but said in a decent manner: "If you really have this will, you can negotiate with the people of the main line, if they are willing, we will not have any opinions." ”

Hearing what Elder Lawson said, the faces of these people in the main vein were not very good-looking, this was simply a naked humiliation and a slap in the face!

But what can they do? Who among the younger generation can stand shoulder to shoulder with Koster?

All of a sudden, these people in the field all looked at these elders of the main line, waiting for their decision.

Elder Garcia, who had the hottest temper on the main vein, couldn't wait to be direct at this moment, rushed into the ring, and smashed Koster to death with a hammer.

However, he still restrained his impulsive thoughts, because even if he did, now was not the time. In the end, all the elders on the side of the main vein also set their eyes on the old man who sat on the main seat.

"In that case, let's decide the outcome of the battle!" Grand Elder Charlemagne spoke slowly. No one could tell from his expression what was going on in his heart at this time.

As the Great Elder's words fell, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became solemn, and no one expected that the ring match had just begun, and it would immediately become the final final. (To be continued.) )