"Aji..." Zhou Keke covered his mouth in shock as he looked at the terrifying Aji in the octagonal cage.

09 threw the butterfly knife: "It's so dusty that it's hopeless. It's enough to survive for five minutes."

It soon turned out that she was talking too much.

In the octagonal cage, Jizai's opponent was a three-meter-high vulgar **** with knotted muscles. He easily threw Jizai to the ground and bit his head off in one bite.

Plasma splash, audience

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