The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

Bakht turned around and looked directly into Poseidon's gaze, without being overwhelmed by him at all, and said coldly in that hoarse voice: "I'm here for you, it doesn't matter what lord challenges me, as long as I can hit you gone."

"Haha, it depends on whether you have the strength."

"Try it, and then you'll know."

The atmosphere between the two was suddenly tense.

Behemoth King and others took a step back subconsciously.

"cough……"

Castile coughed dryly and reminded: "Everyone, the selection of the leader this time will be witnessed by our four sect leaders, and your opponents will be decided by lottery."

"Huh?" Bakht's face full of murderous intent relaxed a little after hearing this, and the atmosphere between him and Poseidon became much more relaxed. He looked at Castile and the other three, and said, "How come You three? Only four?"

Castile said with a smile: "That guy Caesar is not here because he has something to do, the three of us old guys here are enough."

King Behemoth said impatiently: "That's a long-winded fart, the lottery will start immediately, and I will be the first to come."

"Can the draw begin?" Poseidon asked with some expectation.

Castile said, "There's still one left."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud and clear dragon chant in the air, and a colorful dragon spread its wings and flew over quickly.

"Boom."

The body of the dragon patriarch Mute landed steadily.

Below the arena, thousands of giant dragons who came to watch the battle raised their heads and roared angrily, shaking the entire space, cheering for Mutt.

"Haha, I'm not late, am I?" Mutter laughed excitedly after looking at the people around him for a week.

Castiel shook his head, and then ignored the other two sect masters beside him. The three nodded slightly at the same time. Hamilon stepped forward, took out six wooden sticks from his sleeve, and pointed at King Beamon in front of him. The others said: "I have six lots here, and there are three sets of numbers, namely 1, 2, and 3. Those who draw the same set of numbers will be regarded as opponents, and the competition will start in numerical order. Do you have any objections?"

The six people nodded slightly. King Beamon stepped forward and stretched out his thick right hand. Using two long pointed nails, he gently pulled out a wooden stick from Hamilon's hand. There was a striking '2' number on the end of the sign. .

"I'm 2, hahaha, let's see who dares to draw in the same group as me." King Behemoth waved the wooden stick in his hand in front of Dila and the others, and laughed arrogantly.