Those who reincarnate must die.

Zhang Lang's sudden attack caught the two of them completely off guard!

The Asian man hurriedly dodged, but the white man, in his haste, extended scythe-shaped claws from his wrists and crossed them to block in front of him!

But Zhang Lang didn't care at all and swung his fist down!

With a snap, Zhang Lang's forearm broke the white man's two bone blades!

With over thirty points of fire attribute, plus the enhancement of Iron Bones, his bone strength probably exceeds that of real steel. With the monstrous strength boosted by Dragon Heart's berserk power, how could an ordinary person withstand him!

The blow caused the crew-cut white man to scream in agony, as he was thrown to the ground by the immense force. He tumbled over before finally getting to his feet, but his hands were trembling uncontrollably...

At this moment, the Asian man opposite him had already clasped his hands together, about to unleash his skill, when Zhang Lang suddenly pointed at him and roared:

"Personal grudge!"

The roar made the uncle's subordinate hesitate for a moment, and it also made him realize something. If these two were mortal enemies, no matter who lived or died, one of them could be used to open the door and leave. He didn't need to get involved at all and could just sit back and enjoy the benefits!

Seeing the older man stop attacking, the crew-cut white man hurriedly shouted, "Don't listen to his nonsense! We didn't..."

But Zhang Lang didn't give him a chance to speak and rushed up to deliver another punch!

Having just suffered a beating, the crew-cut white man knew how powerful Zhang Lang's punch was and could only dodge. However, Zhang Lang's fully enhanced physical attributes, speed, and reaction were all superior to his. The guy dodged the first blow but couldn't dodge the second, and was hit squarely in the chin by a punch!

But at that very moment, his body suddenly exploded into a cloud of smoke, and Zhang Lang's fist struck only a soft, limp paper figure! After taking this blow, the paper figure crumbled and turned to dust!

"substitute?"

Zhang Lang's gaze swept across the arena, and he spotted the crew-cut white man standing about seven or eight meters away by the wall, cursing loudly:

"Damn it, even the Substitution Jutsu won't get me out!"

"I see you have quite a few paper figures!"

Zhang Lang slammed on the ground, braked sharply, and veered back towards the crew-cut white man.

Taking this opportunity, the man with the buzz cut finally managed to clear his head:

"Don't be fooled by him, I don't know him! If he kills me, he'll target you!"

The Asian man hesitated upon hearing this, but still did not make a move... At this moment, Zhang Lang had caught up with the white man again and threw another punch with all his might!

boom!

This attack once again only stirred up a wisp of dust. As the paper figure shattered, the white man appeared beside the Asian man and grabbed him.

"If you don't help, you're not getting away!"

But to everyone's surprise, the uncle suddenly raised his hand and aimed it at Zhang Lang in the distance. The skill was activated, and with a whoosh, the two switched positions. The white man found that the one he was holding had suddenly become that terrifyingly strong man!

boom!

Another punch, and it's still a paper doll!

Zhang Lang turned around, but couldn't see the white man. Where did he run off to this time?

Suddenly, Zhang Lang felt a light shining down from above. When he looked up, he saw the bald white man with a buzz cut standing upside down on the ceiling, his feet on the five- or six-meter-high spherical dome, his hands clasped together, and a dazzling fireball condensing between his palms!

"My skills are finally complete! Go to hell, you madman!"

With this declaration, he pushed downwards with both hands, and a huge fireball crashed down!

Zhang Lang had no time to dodge and could only raise his hands to block the blow from above his head!

boom!

The fireball was like a petrol bomb, and the flames that erupted swept across half of the arena, so bright that even the middle-aged man in the distance had to raise his hand to shield his eyes.

The bald white man fell from the ceiling, landing smoothly with a somersault. Judging from his movements, he had probably also enhanced his attributes, though he was still somewhat inferior to Zhang Lang.

The crew-cut white man stood in front of the burning fire and chuckled coldly. He was very confident in his skills. The explosive power was already terrifying, and there was also the aftereffect of continuous burning. Without protective armor, being hit by it would almost certainly be fatal, unless one had an escape skill...

But I didn't see this guy leave the fire. It's been burning for half a day, it's definitely doomed!

"cut……"

The white man spat and turned to look at the bespectacled man beside him:

"You deliberately stood by and watched me die! Did you think that if I died, no one could restrain your abilities?"

"No, no, no..." The bespectacled man waved his hands repeatedly, then suddenly widened his eyes and pointed behind the white man: "Look!"

"Don't try to fool me!" The white man's wrist sprang out a half-broken bone spur, the broken end still sharp!

But just then, a large, burning hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder!

Feeling the burning heat on his face, the crew-cut white man was startled. Before he could turn around, he was pulled into the raging flames by a large hand. Then he could vaguely see figures wrestling in the firelight, accompanied by the white man's screams and the sound of bones breaking.

Even paper figures are useless amidst the raging flames...

A moment later, the scorching effect of the fireball disappeared, the flames subsided, revealing Zhang Lang, his body charred black, holding the even more charred white man with a buzz cut in his hand, motionless...

The bespectacled man stared at the two charred, statue-like pieces of coal and swallowed hard.

"They all burned to death?"

The middle-aged man frowned. "At the last moment, did they drag each other down with them?"

He turned to look at the four doors around him, but none of them were open.

Does it mean exactly what it says, that you need a human head to open the door?

Thinking of this, the uncle stepped forward and approached cautiously.

To him, Zhang Lang was a bit too tall, so he reached out and grabbed the white man's head...

But suddenly, Zhang Lang, who was as black as a charcoal statue, moved. He grabbed the bespectacled man by the neck with one hand, released the shaved white man with the other, and threw a punch!

boom!

Zhang Lang's punch was very solid, but he only managed to throw up a handful of carbon slag!

The bespectacled man he was holding in his hand has turned into the charred corpse of the white man!

Has the location been changed?

Zhang Lang turned his head to look to the side, where the white man's body had been squatting, but found it empty!

Zhang Lang turned his head and scanned the arena, but he didn't see a single person!

What happened? He escaped? Impossible! If he could leave, he wouldn't have waited until now. He still has the white man's head; he must still be in this room!

Could it be invisibility?

"Feed him..." the virtual voice in Zhang Lang's mind grumbled.

"Invisibility is a cheating skill for hide-and-seek! Being trapped in the arena is bad enough... If you don't take him down here, it'll be a real problem if you let him go!"

"I know!"

Zhang Lang nodded, reached out and twisted off the charred head of the crew-cut white man, held it in his hand, and shouted loudly into the empty hall:

"If you want to leave, come and take it!"

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