Chapter 46 - Clement

The muscles exploded and trembled on his arm, Clement riveted, his head slightly lowered, his long black hair entwined with each other hanging down to his forehead, shaking gently as his lanky body lashed out.

Across from him, despite the expressionless face of Epic Berserker Bentham, all players seemed to see hope as Bentham's arm shifted back slightly by a drop.

This was something that had never happened before in a wrist strength match, Bentham's arm was always rock solid, and it would not move one iota in the direction of defeat except to crush the opponent, but now

It moved!

"ou~ou~roar!!!"

Clement is like a roaring lion, hissing lowly between the throats from time to time, all the power of the body through the thick arm pressed towards Bentham, huge biceps like baked bread bulging high, the thick veins on it clearly visible, it is it pressed Bentham's arm little by little towards defeat!

At this moment, the players coincidentally held their breath, even Liu Yufeng, his bright eyes did not leave the two sides of the battle for a moment, because pursed his heart, Liu Yufeng simply can not win this game, he can only hope to put all his hopes on this orc.

A little! A little more pressure! Almost there! Press a little more!

As if hearing everyone's expectations, Clement's arm gradually grasps the advantage in a subtle tremor, constantly expanding it. In the wind and snow, posting the table, something called hope continues to converge in the hearts of players until an orc directly shouts it out:.

"Clemente! Win him over!"

"Clement! Son of the great chief, you are the glory of the clan!"

"Orc warrior, the undead admire you! Defeat him!"

"The whispers of Larnas ring out for you, the warriors of the undead salute you!"

"Big man, win him! May the Tree of Eternity grant you strength!"

"Big man, the gods of nature are with you!"

Around the iron table where Clement and Bentham were battling, the atmosphere was heated to the extreme for a while, players put aside their grudges against each other and cheered wildly for Clement, seeing everyone cheering for Clement, Liu Yufeng pursed his lips, he felt as if he should also say something.

Scratching his head, Liu Yufeng thought back to the way he cheered among his classmates in his previous life, then began to brew his emotions and took a deep breath and shouted at Clement.

"Crap, bully! Old iron 666!"

Under the strange gaze of a group of players from the other three tribes, Liu Yufeng blushed slightly and scratched his head in embarrassment, but soon a few remaining human players topped it for Liu Yufeng!

"Go! You are the most awesome existence!!!"

"Take out your single thirty-year hand and overwhelm this old man!"

"Please let me shout crap! Fuck him! Fuck you!"

Although he could not fully understand what the humans were saying, the other three races sort of acquiesced to this type of human cheering, which made Liu Yufeng's rolling face feel a lot better.

Perhaps received the encouragement of the surrounding players, Clement firing a wave of force more than a wave, arm down more than forty-five degrees angle, will Bentham forced to the imminent defeat of the desperate!

So close, so close! The player's heart was racing with excitement as he was about to bring down another huge mountain!

Just when Clement was about to win, the expressionless Bentham suddenly showed a smile, he looked with interest at Clement, whose face was smoking hot, and asked in a soft voice.

"Have you played enough?"

One sentence, four words, almost in an instant the hearts of the watching players pulled into the bottom.

The next second, visible to the naked eye, Bentham so lightly wrenched Clement's arm back little by little.

Seeing that the advantage easily obtained into an even, and more quickly into a disadvantage, a mountain of pressure back into the hearts of players, the air is once again quiet, around the iron table, only the bitter cold wind with some snowflakes constantly whistling.

"You are very good, overly talented, you want to live, we also want to leave this damn place, so, sorry."

Listening to Bentham's somewhat inexplicable words, Clement felt the power of the other hand still increasing, as unfathomable as the ocean, nearly endless.

Not far away in the shed, the "defeated" several epic bridgekeepers re-sit together, they watched the battle and chatted.

"I bet Bentham will let go."

Trickster Constance pulled out a Dead Sea gold coin and placed it on the table.

"He always likes to give the ball away, but I don't think he'll lose. If he just lets it go, he'll have a hard time explaining it to the top, and I know how much he hates it here, especially since there's not a single woman on this bridge! You know, not everyone likes to use their hands!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The Inquisitor's Raglan's words caused a few of the bridge keepers at the table to let out a hearty laugh.

"I do wonder, assuming that both Bentham and the chess-playing Bridges are defeated, what would you do as the strongest of us, Winifred?"

Constance seemed intrigued by such unpredictability, who made him a gambler.

"I bet Winifred would kill the whole bunch of little guys, even though one of them said to bring me a cloak next time."

Sending a bowl of spirits down his throat, Paladin Congreve looked at Winifred, who always had a faint smile on his face, and then said.

"After all, if you monster wants to let go, someone has to be able to force it to that extent, otherwise you can't explain it to the top, can you?"

No one can guess Winifred's mind, he is just like his smile, full of confusion, no one can accurately predict his thoughts, because he is a full step above the other bridgekeepers, that is a critical step, almost insurmountable a step.

"I hope the children can survive, after all, the Dead Sea world before..."

Druid Riley Cleveland was interrupted by Winifred before he could finish his sentence.

"Do not talk nonsense, originally you are the other world over is very troublesome, the above pursued down you will never want to leave here, when the old die in the bridge, no one can help you."

Winifred said looking up toward the iron table, his eyes fell on the soon-to-be-defeated Clement and sighed.

"Let's see if they can win this one first, otherwise there's no point in saying anything."

In front of the iron table, the

The players didn't dare to breathe.

See Clement into a disadvantage, was forced into a desperate situation, there are already players chagrin hands scratching their heads, some players can no longer bear to look, several orcs in the eyes is covered with a layer of water mist, because Clement in the younger generation of orcs, has a very high status of glory, and they, are witnessing the fall of glory.

How much hope, how painful when despair comes.

Players have lowered their heads, their hearts in turmoil, even Liu Yufeng also issued a resigned sigh, this moment, he felt the heavy pressure, because he can say nothing about this wrist competition.

As the hope of winning faded with time, the players closed their eyes as Clement's arm kept getting closer to the table, because everyone couldn't bear to see what happened next.

Just when everyone predicted that Clement's brain was about to be blown apart by Bentham's punch ....

Clement slowly raised his head and aimed his two fangs at Bentham, hot air continued to spurt out of his two nostrils, his breathing gradually sharpened, and his two green eyes seemed to be burning with a blazing fire, as if there was endless glory shining in them, and at the moment of his imminent defeat

He spoke.

He said.

"Bentham, do you know what kind of a family tribe my family is?"

Bentham did not respond to Clement, he had no interest in this, but then he turned his attention to Clement, because his palm stopped where it was less than ten centimeters short of achieving victory.