Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Chapter 733 Want to postpone the game? Impossible

"Don't understand? Let me tell you what I understand."

There was a knowledgeable guy among the audience who gave his interpretation of this.

"Perhaps Jupiter knew that his own death was inevitable, so he burned himself to illuminate others, but the person he finally illuminated was his mortal enemy."

Why are we so nice to our enemies? The reason is...

Some people who appear to be enemies may not really be enemies.

Everything that exists has something it fears. Since we can’t find what the East really fears, why not take a gamble? The thing they fear is right in front of us.

That's why he chose to help Su Ming and push him to the top as soon as possible.

boom! ! !

"What's going on? Look everyone, Su Ming doesn't look well."

On the altar, after Jupiter presented the holy body to Su Ming, Su Ming was almost burst by the weight and could not digest it for a while.

"Ahem... such a violent force, aren't you helping me..."

You want to kill me.

Su Ming felt extremely bitter. He tried his best to stabilize his internal organs and suppress his qi and blood.

But he could no longer hold it in and had to leave for a while.

Among all the people present, only Confucius could help him.

"Today's cause will be tomorrow's result. If you want to take advantage of this opportunity, you must endure something, so..."

"Do you need my help?"

Confucius did not take direct action, but gave Su Ming a choice.

Of course, he had already won the fight and got his first victory.

Logically, he was leaving and would not stay for more than three minutes.

Su Ming suppressed his lips and squeezed out a few words: "Farewell...Farewell, Master..."

He couldn't say anything more. He didn't want anyone to interfere in this matter.

If he eats it, what he gets will definitely shock him.

Confucius nodded and said, "Well, then you should take care of yourself."

Confucius did not use the word inappropriately; he meant to make himself strong by taking care of himself.

Immediately, he stepped towards the Heavenly Gate, and Zhou Tian's aura was disordered and then reorganized.

At the same time, the Chinese people greeted him in unison: "Farewell to the Confucian Saint."

"Farewell to the Confucian Saint!"

"Farewell to the Confucian Saint!"

Dongfang won the first victory. Brunhilde was supposed to announce the results, but she found that Su Ming was in a very bad state.

"Master Dongfang, if you are not feeling well, this referee can apply for a suspension of the match."

Brunhilde risked breaking the rules by asking this.

Because once the fight begins, the rules of the world will be locked.

It is impossible to stop halfway.

Otherwise, if one thing is messed up, everything else will be messed up as well.

Dam was of course not happy about it, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Valkyrie, isn't it inappropriate not to ask for our opinions on such a big proposal?"

"Oh? So what do you mean?" The Valkyrie didn't give Dam a good look.

"Of course everything is as usual. If you want to postpone the game, you can. The East is directly declared the loser and we in the West win."

Dam finally found a loophole, and for the first time he felt so confident.

He even felt that this was Jupiter's purpose, to burst Su Ming's bones.

The Valkyrie was unhappy that her authority as a referee was shaken.

But what Dam said was true. After one game is over, another one must be started. But looking at Su Ming's condition, can he still continue the game?

Just when the Valkyrie was in a dilemma, Su Ming endured the pain and said in a very weak voice: "Don't worry, Lady Valkyrie. The game can continue."

Everyone is watching, if Su Ming insists on holding on, it will be a big problem.

"Lord Su Shen, if this really doesn't work, please take a break!"

Take a break? Is that okay with you?

What he is worried about now is not the problem of bursting, but a word,

chaos!

Su Ming has already cultivated himself into a semi-saint body, and his body capacity is not large enough to be blown up by an exploding holy body.

However, the intrusion of this complex holy power was too abrupt, and it impacted the blood vessels throughout his body.

If he is not tempered, he will go astray.

Countless eyes in the West were watching, waiting for the moment Su Ming collapsed.

"Thank you for your concern, Valkyrie. I'm fine. Let's continue the fight."

Su Ming was reluctant to leave.

His eyes were determined, and he would rather die in the ring.

"Okay, I admire you, that's why you can be my opponent." Dam said happily.

Su Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him. As long as he had the strength to invite the god down, he didn't need to worry about the rest.

It doesn't matter where you tease her, but it would be so exciting if you could break through on the altar in front of everyone.

But everyone was worried about Su Ming: "Is he really okay?"

The Western saint had been watching the arena and saw some clues.

"His meridians are all broken, and he only has one breath left. If he can hold on, it will be a chance to defy fate. If he can't..."

There is an old saying in the East that goes, "If you can't hold on any longer, you'll give up."

"And if he doesn't open his valves wide, Jupiter won't be able to feed him."

To put it bluntly, it's greed.

Despite this, the Western gods were not happy.

Because Su Ming is a person with good luck, and even his good luck is his true nature.

Even if your muscles are pulled out, your skin is peeled off, and your bones are torn into pieces, you won't die, let alone this.

So the final result will only be the fulfillment of Jupiter.

"Forget it, forget it. I'll do my best and do my job. I won't think too much about it."

Jehovah stretched himself, thinking that it was not his turn yet.

When the time comes, pick a weaker one and save your life first.

Because of Jupiter's death, the combat effectiveness of the first echelon of the East was once again confirmed.

Can't beat it.

After all, Jehovah didn't think he was much stronger than Jupiter.

Of course, if he played all his cards, he might be able to take away a congenital saint. This was his confidence as the first saint of the three major religions in the world.

"Next one as soon as possible."

Hunaber closed his eyes and rested, and sent a message to Damu.

Dam was so frightened that he dared not say a word and just followed the other party's instructions.

In the past, when it came to the Myth Arena, he had the initiative to decide who to invite down.

Now, the saint controls everything, so how could he hand over the handle to others?

"It's your turn, Master Dongfang, you should summon the gods first."

Dam laughed jokingly, he knew he was not as good as Su Ming.

But as long as I can find an opportunity to pull down the other party, I will naturally be happy.

"Cough cough..." The disorder in my body was almost out of control.

Please God, please God, am I going to be in danger again this time?

Jehovah guessed correctly, he was greedy. As the saying goes, fortune and honor are sought in danger. He had experienced life and death so many times, and every time he had to survive a desperate situation to have a taste of delicious food.

Su Ming is not afraid of death, but nothing can happen to him now.

Every time you die, you have to replace it with many equivalent things.

If he died this time, no one would be able to afford the cost of his resurrection.

"Jupiter, oh Jupiter, you have done me a great disservice this time."

After all, the food is served in front of you, so there is no reason not to eat it.

Forget it, I'd better pray to the gods with this last bit of strength.