As he shouted, he raised his big hand, and the Blackhill Enchantress, who had been accumulating strength, suddenly stopped quietly less than five centimeters away from Samuel's hand.
The black gas she carried behind her was also surging behind her like a huge exhaust gas.
"Damn, what are you doing?"
"Damn it, can they stop fighting in the ring?"
"He won't say that he didn't put on his shoes, will he?"
Under the stage, people seemed extremely confused and dissatisfied with Samuel’s sudden pause on the half way.
How could this life-and-death battle be played like this!
"What's wrong? Are you afraid?" Blackhill Enchantress frowned. She also felt uncomfortable and looked at Samuel without any politeness.
Samuel smiled indifferently. "If I'm afraid, I won't fight with you, will I?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Samuel directly blocked her hand to keep a certain distance from her. "I want to stop for a while, because I want to say something useful to us. Are you interested?"
"If you're afraid, just say it. Why do you have to find so many excuses?" The Blackhill Enchantress said coldly. She turned her face aside and ignored Samuel.
There were curses under the stage, but it didn't matter to Samuel. The most important thing was that the Blackhill Enchantress's attitude at this time was at least in line with Samuel’s expectations.
Although she was very unhappy, Blackhill Enchantress was obviously interested in Samuel's words.
"Martial Arts Contest has been on for so long, so it's meaningless to keep fighting, isn't it? Besides, although the martial arts arena looks big enough, it's too small for you and me, isn't it?" Samuel said leisurely.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Blackhill Enchantress couldn't control her temper and turned her head impatiently and shouted.
Samuel smiled. He was good at dealing with mentality, which might be the experience that Samuel had learned from others all the time.
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