On the arena, blood spurted out.

When the spear pierced Mr. Bei's throat, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Until the moment he died, he could not understand why Meng Hao had such powerful power.

Mr. Bei knelt on the ground, holding a heavy sword with both hands.

And that pitch-black spear had poked a hole in the blade.

The spear passed through the blade and pierced his throat one after another.

It was just a face-to-face meeting, and Mr. Bei died tragically on the spot.

At the same time, in an unknown corner of the desert island world, Mr. Bei, who had just exited the arena, looked pale and was in a trance.

This time, Meng Hao's terrifying power had a severe impact on his spirit.

His successive defeats at the hands of Meng Hao had cast an indelible shadow in his heart.

"Meng Hao is really terrifying, and his growth rate is frightening."

"No matter what, I can never be his enemy again."

Mr. Bei learned from the pain and finally made up his mind and made some kind of decision in his heart.

"Fortunately, these things only happened in the arena, everything is false."

"If it were in reality, I would have died many times."

Mr. Bei thought for a long time and finally made the right decision.

There was no deep hatred between the two sides, it was just a conflict of interest in the combat power rankings.

If you see Meng Hao in the future, stay away from him and don't take the initiative to provoke him. You should be able to save your life.

After making up his mind, Bei Ye's complexion recovered a lot and he continued to fight in the ring.

There was no way, after he was defeated by Meng Hao, all his points had been taken away by the opponent.

He has to start from scratch again.

Fortunately, this is not the first time, he is already familiar with the road.

Meng Hao can challenge him, and of course he can challenge others.

Thus, Mr. Bei's rise began again.

But it’s a bit bitter no matter how you look at it.

With the news of the poisonous fog coming, in addition to causing panic around the world, the arena also became lively.

There is no way, the base islands are all running poison, and many players have nothing to do. Apart from building the base, the only entertainment project left is the arena.

Of course, there are also a small number of players who have obtained the cultivation techniques and are practicing in seclusion.

There are also players who have obtained magic practice manuals and are meditating and practicing magic.

When they succeeded in cultivation, they immediately rushed into the arena.

Don't worry about other things, just pretend to be cool and talk about it later.

…

After Meng Hao defeated No. 1 Bei Ye, his combat power points instantly soared to No. 1.

He originally had a lot of points, but now with Bei Ye's points, it might be a little difficult for ordinary players to catch up with him.

However, the purpose of Meng Hao's trip was not to earn points, but to polish his combat power.

So, the second battle began soon.

In order to win the battle quickly, Meng Hao did not challenge others, but was randomly matched.

He was worried that others would delay and not deal with it. He didn't want to encounter a situation like the one before where he neither agreed nor refused.

Random matching has many benefits, as no one knows who the other person is.

Only when they stand on the stage can the two sides meet.

It can only be said that the person who is matched with Meng Hao is indeed unlucky.

The first opponent was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a square face and a very burly figure.

He was holding a big iron rod in his hand, and his aura looked quite extraordinary.

However, when Meng Hao saw him for the first time, he shook his head in disappointment.

Without it, it’s just too dishy.

Meng Hao's purpose in participating in the ring battle was to hone himself, and he needed an evenly matched opponent.

The strength of the person in front of me is really far behind.

Meng Hao's spiritual sense was very powerful, and he could clearly feel that there was no energy fluctuation at all on the opponent's warrior.

In other words, the big man on the other side just looks stronger, but is actually just an ordinary person.

Sun Houqian walked onto the ring carrying a big iron bar with a proud smile on his face.

When luck comes, it is really unstoppable.

In the battle just now, he met a female player who was 17 or 18 years old, with a delicate figure and no strength to restrain a chicken.

When he hit him with a stick, the female player could only beg for mercy.

The female player knows that she will definitely lose. She doesn't ask for anything else, she just hopes that the opponent's stick will be lighter when she strikes.

After a lot of struggle, the female player finally died under his stick.

Everything about ring fighting is fine, except that surrender is not allowed.

Of course, you can also escape, but the price of escape is too high.

Not only will he be classified as a dishonest person, but his income will also be halved.

Most players would rather lose a battle than run away.

Sun Houqian felt happy. He glanced at Meng Hao and felt that the other man was probably a rookie.

Meng Hao is thin and looks very quiet, giving people the impression of being harmless to humans and animals.

Sun Houqian felt that the opponent couldn't even withstand his casual blow.

"Young man, you are unlucky to meet me. Today I will let you see how powerful I am."

As he spoke, Sun Houqian rushed towards Meng Hao with an iron rod.

Each of his kicks was very heavy, and the iron rod looked very heavy.

Meng Hao shook his head and sighed again, feeling speechless at the other party's behavior.

By the way, don’t you need to check the other party’s information before starting a war?

Don’t you know the famous ‘Master Hao’?

"Wait a mininute!"

Meng Hao stretched out his hand and called timeout.

Sun Hougan's footsteps stopped, and the heavy iron rod hit the ground with a clang, almost shaking his waist.

"What, asking for mercy? There is no option of surrender in this game." Sun Houqian gasped and shouted.

Meng Hao laughed dryly and said, "No, I'll take off my equipment first, just in case you don't feel it if you hit me."

As he spoke, Meng Hao began to take off his equipment.

Mage robe, assault armor, resurrection armor, healing ring...

Meng Hao took off these top-notch equipment and put them into the storage ring. He only wore a backpack vest on his upper body, which looked quite cool.

"Okay, you can continue!" Meng Hao hooked his hand at Sun Houqian and said in a deep voice.

Sun Houqian: "???"

"Damn it, why does this kid have so many equipments on him?"

"Who are you looking down on by taking off your equipment before the battle begins?"

"Humph, you will pay the price for your arrogance soon!"

Sun Hougan roared loudly, grabbed the iron rod with both hands, and fiercely attacked Meng Hao.

Meng Hao smiled and did not fight back, letting the opponent's iron rod hit him.

When the iron bar hit his head immediately, Meng Hao turned slightly to the side and caught the blow with his back.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and Sun Houqian felt as if a stick had been hit on a rock, causing his mouth to tremble and hurt.

Meng Hao didn't move at all, but blamed him: "Can't you use more force? Didn't you eat?"

Sun Houqian: "???"
To be continued...