The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

"Next, the second round of selection competition will start, Beamon King Gardner will face the Dark Lord Bakht."

After Castiel collected himself, he said loudly.

"The second round of competition has begun. I don't know how strong this dark leader is." Mu Bai's watery body frowned tightly. Can't get up.

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"Castile, the situation still looks a little bad. I'll go over to see what's going on with Caesar, and I'll leave it to you two." Clement said to Castile and Hamilon. audio channel.

The two nodded at the same time, and Clement's figure had disappeared into the ring.

At this time, Bakht had already walked to the opposite of King Beamon, looked at him calmly with a pair of cold eyes, and said: "As expected of the king of Beamon, the number one master of the orc race, this momentum is domineering enough."

"Hmph, if you have self-knowledge, it's still too late to admit defeat." King Behemoth said proudly.

Bakht's eyebrows were raised coldly, and a strong murderous aura suddenly exuded from his body. He raised the dark staff in his hand, and a layer of black light shone instantly on the jet-black gem, as if rendering the world into a layer of ink.

"Ok?"

King Behemoth withdrew his relaxed expression, slowly stretched his right hand behind his back, and there was a sharp 'clang', a beam of blue light pierced the sky, and suddenly he pulled out the God-given sword behind him neatly.

As soon as the sharp edge of the Excalibur came out, the ground under his feet trembled slightly, unable to bear the pressure, and cracked in large pieces.

King Behemoth held high the God-given sword in his right hand, and the sword god shone with a blue light, which looked extremely powerful.

"Come on, being able to die under my sword is also an honor you have cultivated in your previous life." King Behemoth said in a deep voice.

"Humph."

Bakht smiled coldly, and the powerful dark divine power burst out suddenly, and the black light shining on the staff suddenly condensed into a huge black short sword, piercing through time and space, and slashed at King Beamon head-on.

King Beamon's golden pupils shrank suddenly, watching the cut black dagger zooming in front of his eyes, he let out a loud shout, activated by the divine power in his body, and swung the divine sword to meet the black dagger.

"Oh!"

The moment the two extremely powerful divine powers collided, the aura of that power formed a terrifying swirling vortex around the ring.

"what--"

Dila exclaimed. After all, she was too weak to defend against the impact of this force. Together with dozens of disciples around her, she was directly blown off the ring by the vortex, and fell straight down the mountain.