Chapter 670 The Final Madness

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Almost at the same time, a bright moon hung high in the distant dry desert.

Players from the Japanese League who were previously destroyed by Wang Yan and Yanshi Miu Yi, and later were cursed, gradually emerged from the ruins.

They were all silent, and some of them looked dull. After they came out, they stared at the night sky and remained silent for a long time.

Others sat alone in the corner, covering their faces with their hands, crying bitterly.

It seems that Yanshi Muyi, under the influence of Lao Wang, has finally seen the cunning nature of the new human race, and the curses placed on these people have probably come up with new tricks. Each of these curses is probably extremely vicious.

At this time, even the several A-level team leaders were all pale, as if they had lost their souls, as if this vicious curse would cause them more pain than letting them die.

"Didi!" The latest notification sound came from the watch.

Several A-level team leaders raised their wrists, took a look, and cursed almost simultaneously, "Damn Sons of Flame! Damn the competition team!"

"What should I do now? I can't check my points. If I don't pay attention, I will be eliminated."

"What should we do? If we are all eliminated because of the encirclement and suppression of the Sons of Fire, it would be a great shame!"

Several A-level team leaders present looked at each other, and finally it was the ruthless Japanese monk Hongyin who made the suggestion. It would be better to be eliminated than to attack the members of your own organization first!

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Before the Japanese Alliance and others left the ruins, Sun Youmiao, Zhang Weidao and Wu Bujie had already left the ruins.

Relying on Sun Youmiao's powerful tree spirit guards, the three of them hid in the desert, quietly collecting points while looking for Lao Wang.

As for the two banshees, they also left early. When the qualifying round was about to end, not only them, but all the contestants were working hard to prepare for the final sprint.

The means of use are even more varied and versatile.

For example, at the same time, the other end of the boundless sand sea.

A rough man from South America threw a frail girl with short hair to the ground. He approached with a lewd smile. Just as he was about to extend his big hand, the watch in his hand heard the beep of the latest decision of the competition team.

"What? Damn it, are there any people left alive in this competition?" The big man cursed at the top of his lungs. Although he had been working hard these past few days, getting this cute girl in front of him was definitely an excellent compensation.

Even if there is drone surveillance, it is always okay to take the opportunity to rub him a few times.

"Hey, little sister, it's very dangerous for you to participate in the competition alone. Why don't you follow me from now on? Uncle is very capable." The big man grinned and focused all his attention on the pitiful girl lying on the ground in front of him.

The girl's shoulders were half exposed, her legs were slender, and she looked weak and boneless in a dress. No matter how you looked at it, she was lovable.

The big man's smile became even thicker. He couldn't let such a cute little girl go.

He stepped closer, and at this moment, a silent ripple appeared in the air behind him.

Suddenly, a sharp knife seemed to appear out of thin air and landed on the back of his neck.

The big man collapsed to the ground without even making a sound.

The invisible air trembled again, and a lean man with a West Asian face, wearing tight-fitting night clothes and a very lewd smile appeared out of thin air behind the fainted man.

If there are players nearby who have participated in the Mayan female gambling game, they can recognize him at a glance. He was the assassin who was sneaking into female superpowers at that time.

However, his background is not small.

He himself is an awakened person who can change optical refraction, and he is also the descendant of the Tianshan Old Man. He has been practicing alone until now. This time he joined the team of casual cultivators to participate in this youth competition.

"Mumu-chan, are you injured?" The salty pig-handed assassin stepped forward to help the girl up, but his concerned smile seemed vulgar. He took the opportunity to rub the girl's shoulder with his hand.

This girl named Mumu-chan, whose real name is Suzuki Haru, is a male player from Japan with C-level strength who looks very two-dimensional.

Of course, his appearance is somewhat different from that of ordinary men. People usually call such men transvestite, and their speaking voice is also called pseudophony.

After being helped up, Suzuki Haru clapped his hands happily and shouted, "I'm fine, brother Willy Hassan, we made another ten points, that's great!"

"Humph, they're just some little miscellaneous fish. Let my brother lead you to advance smoothly." Assassin Willy raised his head proudly, and then the surrounding light refracted, and his figure disappeared again. "Go to the next place quickly. Time is running out, let’s continue to score points.”

"Okay!" Suzuki Haru replied angrily, lifted up her skirt with both hands, and ran away again, continuing to act as bait for their fishing.

However, undetected by outsiders, Suzuki Haru's eyes flashed with a cunning look.

At the same time, a voice full of masculine characteristics sounded in "her" heart, hahaha, stupid assassin uncle, just lead this young master all the way to the promotion!

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Compared to the sad story that happened to Assassin Willy, what happened elsewhere was much more serious.

The desert was cold and cold at night, and the cold moonlight fell on the ruins of a dilapidated ancient city.

The ruins that have been eroded by wind and sand for a long time look desolate and lonely in the vast desert.

Under the shadow of a broken wall, a woman with voluptuous short hair wearing a tight black leather jacket was leaning against the wall.

The black aura lingering around her made her seem to blend into the surrounding shadows. A poisonous needle like a scorpion's tail swayed gently behind her, exuding a strong dangerous aura.

If Wang Yan were nearby, he would be able to recognize the person hiding here at a glance. It is the famous night witch of the State African Affairs Bureau, Wu Ya'ange.

In the previous duel with the Spider Queen, the two had not decided the winner for a while, but due to their increasing movements and momentum, they attracted many superpowers from other countries.

In order not to be benefited by others, the two women made an appointment to meet again in the rematch, and then left separately.

At this time, Wu Ya'ange also received a notice from the competition team. He looked at his watch and snorted coldly: "Even if it's the qualifying round, I don't plan to lose to you, a stinky woman."

As she spoke, her gaze continued to tighten, and she looked far into the distance. Two highly motivated Super Shield players were walking towards the ruins.

Wu Ya'ange leaned back slightly, as if diving into water, gradually melting into the dark shadow behind him.

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Unlike some players who pursue rankings, Huangfu Nanlian, who has always had a cold personality, appears to be much calmer and more relaxed.

After a draw with the Midwinter Hunting God Belisa Nova, she had walked all the way to the edge of the desert in the past five days.

All the contestants she met on the road, except for the members of the National African Affairs Bureau, became her points.

At this time, she was sitting alone on a weathered rock. Her long black hair was simply draped over her shoulders. Above the night sky, the clear moonlight like water made her beautiful face even more soft and white, making her look more beautiful. She looks as cold and noble as a fairy who walked out of Guanghan Palace.

Beside her, several African lions were lying on the ground docilely, like domestic cats, coquettishly coquettishly toward her.

This is the unique ability that only the top powerhouses can possess. In the eyes of these lions, top superpowers like Huangfu Nanlian are no different from the kings at the top of the biological chain. No matter how ferocious the lion is, they cannot resist the power of this king. Instinctively surrender at Nan Lian's feet.

The breeze blew by, and Huangfu Nanlian's thoughts drifted into the distance.

Usually, even if they are both ice-type superpowers, their abilities and skills are often very different.

But the mid-winter hunting god Berlinsa was not only on par with her, but also very close to her in all aspects of ability, which made her very concerned.

"Perhaps, only by defeating the opponent in the rematch can you get the answer you want."

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At the last moment of the qualifiers, Huangfu Nanlian was not the only one who was secretly brewing.

Far in the middle of the Sahara, a holy light like a giant sword swept across the vast sea of ​​sand.

Several fleeing contestants immediately let out a scream and were blown to the ground, losing the ability to move.

Exhibiting this exaggerated light of judgment was the majestic Saint Lulu of Light hovering in mid-air.

After getting rid of her inner demons in the Lotus Platform and having a "yin and yang harmony" with Wang Yan in a certain way, Lulu did feel that her state of mind had been greatly improved, and she could control her power more smoothly.

Just thinking that she had been cheated by Lao Wang again, and had been taken advantage of by Lao Wang, and her points had been lost to him, made her feel angry all over again.

And she always felt like her inner privacy had been peeped by Lao Wang.

"Disgusting!" Lulu complained with bulging cheeks, "Damn it, Lao Wang, don't let me meet you in the rematch!"

"That's right, Lao Wang is too bad. In the rematch, this angel will help you beat him up!" The little angel Beibei excitedly waved his little fists and beat Lao Wang and so on. He was happiest.

"Hmph, but we can't lose to him in terms of points, let's continue to score points!" One person and one angel waved their wings and disappeared into the distance again.

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In this boundless desert, the dark saint Katharina also started the mode of increasing points.

She sat slanted on the broad and strong shoulders of the goat-headed demon king Baphomet, sweeping away any contestants she encountered along the way.

She also understood that in the Lotus Platform, she had triggered the inner demons that she had never dared to touch.

The pain was so intense that she still has lingering fears.

But thanks to that painful transformation, she is no longer afraid of facing her past, her state of mind has changed a lot, and her feeling and control of power seem to have become more smooth and comfortable as a result.

Just thinking that the Son of Flame not only took advantage of me, but also seemed to have some kind of "yin and yang" with me, especially the painful memories that had been hidden in my heart for a long time, seemed to be peeped by the other party, it was really hateful!

This complicated feeling was stuck in her heart, and Katharina didn't know how to describe it, but now she had a very clear idea, "That is to give Wang Yan a good beating!"

"No matter what, he has to take responsibility for this!"

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