Chapter 693 The Male God Brother Hong

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"Hmph, Wang Yan, just sit there and relax, I will teach you a lesson in the ring!"

The Saint of Light, Lulu, glared at Wang Yan angrily, apparently taking all the anger she felt towards the Saint of Darkness onto him.

"Haha, Son of Flame, I must let you have a taste of what I feel like in the Lotus Platform of Asking Hearts."

Under the ring, the Dark Saint smiled coldly, and she also focused her firepower on Wang Yan.

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly and lit up intentionally or unintentionally. The sacred ring on the middle finger of his left hand, the Heart of Lava, looked eager to try.

Around the venue, the melon-eaters were full of expectations, their eyes widening.

In the future, the two saints, whether they are PKing the two goddesses of the National African Affairs Bureau, or tearing apart the heartless Han Wang Yan, in short, they are full of expectations for the wonderful drama that will happen between them.

Fortunately, the two holy ladies have calmed down now. Since they have powerful fire-resistant holy weapons, they are not in a hurry.

After mocking Wang Yan, the two women seemed to be in a much better mood, and finally calmed down and settled down.

In the special seat of the National African Affairs Bureau on the sidelines, Wang Yan rubbed his nose helplessly. These two saints really left him speechless. They were obviously at each other's throats, but why did they pinch each other and pointed the finger at himself? .

Helpless, helpless.

After this small interlude, everyone's attention was focused on the two saints and Wang Yan. Apparently he had forgotten that there was a European League player lying on the ground who had just been beaten away by the Saint of Light.

This C-level player from the European League had gone through a lot of hard work to achieve an excellent result in the penultimate place. Facing the Saint of Light, although he was on guard, he still could not stop the pure and powerful power.

The whole person was instantly blasted out of the ring and rolled on the ground for seven or eight times before stopping. Although he didn't faint directly like Kasami, his clothes were still torn, his body was covered with bloodstains, and he was in a miserable state.

At this time, he was lying on his back, all alone on the ground, covered in injuries. He tried to get up, but failed several times.

In addition, no one cared about him at all, and even the host didn't look at him. The grievance and embarrassment in his heart reached the extreme, and the tears burst out without holding back.

"Wuwu, I, I want to surrender, wuwu..."

The Euroleague player who had become the saint's punching bag finally caught the attention of the surrounding spectators with his infatuated crying.

"Eh... so pitiful. He was beaten before he even had time to say surrender."

"Tsk, tsk, it's so miserable."

"Okay, okay, my friend, if you don't cry, stand up and masturbate."

Amid the encouragement from the surrounding spectators, the Euroleague player once again tried to get up, but unfortunately failed again.

It looks really miserable.

After all, he only has C-level strength, and the gap between him and A+-level superpowers is huge.

Saintess Lulu of Light turned her face away in embarrassment and coughed lightly. Host Sean also reacted at the same time.

"This player from the European League fell off the field and cried! The Holy Lady of Light Lulu Cao won easily!"

Some of the audience at the scene laughed, some cheered, and most of them were noisy with unfinished meaning.

At this point, in the lively atmosphere of the scene, the first two duels as warm-up have ended, and the real rematch begins now.

Next, the remaining 295 players will compete in a one-on-one duel at the same time on a total of ten temporary arenas inside and outside the venue.

Within this day, half of these players will be eliminated.

Time seems to go very fast.

Although there are many duel players, their strength levels are uneven, so the pace of the game is very fast.

At sunset, the game finally came to an end.

On this day, all the C-level players were eliminated. Scud, Mu Mujiang and others who had performed well in the previous qualifiers were not spared.

After all, the gap between C-level superpowers and B-level and A-level users is really huge. To be able to exchange C-level abilities for such a competition experience is already a very remarkable thing.

In addition, experiencing such a competition will also be of great help to their future development.

"Don't be afraid Mumu-chan, my brother will enter the top thirty-two for you, and all the prizes you win will be given to you."

"mua~ Willini-chan, you are so kind to me!"

Suzuki Haru, a transvestite contestant known as Mumu-chan, kissed Tianshan Assassin Willy Hassan on the face. In the end, the two held hands and left the venue happily.

Under the red sunset, Mu Mujiang's eyes flashed with a hint of pride.

It can be seen that the Tianshan assassin, who has been kept in the dark, has fallen deeply into the tenderness of the transvestite and cannot extricate himself.

Although Scud lost the game, he was already very satisfied with his results. Now that his strength has reached the edge of promotion, his mood is generally good.

After the first day of the semi-finals, Scud met up with Wang Yan and other friends from the National African Bureau and went to the beach to have a teppanyaki seafood meal and had a relaxing and happy life.

One night passed, and early the next morning, the second round of the rematch began.

Compared with the previous day, today's competition was much more intense.

Most of the remaining players are B-level or above superpowers, and the strength between the two sides is evenly matched. In addition, among some low-ranked players, there are also some A-level players who were cheated by Wang Yan, as well as low-key players who deliberately hide their strength.

When these elements were displayed one by one on the stage, the emotions of the crowd watching the game became more and more exciting.

For example, the scene that is about to begin now.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly at noon, and the bright light penetrated through the high-altitude clouds filled with water vapor, illuminating the entire venue brightly.

"The following will be the tantric master from Japan's Super Self-Defense Force, Hongyin! The duel will be between the Prince of Light from China's National African Bureau, Lei Bang!"

The host Sean held the microphone and announced loudly, and the crowd at the scene suddenly became excited.

"Come here, come here, Master Hongyin is out!"

"As expected of the Japanese Esoteric Sect, the great monk in red is sitting down as a disciple. Look at this aura. It's so powerful! It's so scary!"

Amidst the whispers of the crowd at the scene, the tantric master Hongyin, who had a sinister look on his face, slowly walked to the edge of the ring with his tin staff, jumped lightly, and landed in the center of the ring.

He was now wearing a purple monk's robe and a bamboo hat on his head, and his sinister and ferocious eyes scanned the whole place through the shadow under the bamboo hat. The audience caught by his gaze suddenly felt as if cold water had been poured over them, and they all shrank their heads and remained silent.

"snort!"

Hongyin let out a cold snort from his nose. The marks left by Wang Yan's war hammer on the tin staff he held tightly in his right hand were still vivid in his mind. The injury on his chest was still aching faintly, as well as the demons aroused in his heart. It still tortured him all the time.

All this deepened his resentment towards Wang Yan.

Finally, Hongyin's eyes locked on Wang Yan, the Son of Fire, sitting in a special seat below the auditorium of the National African Affairs Bureau.

In an instant, the ferocious aura on his body became stronger. At this moment, he seemed to be no longer a master of Japanese Buddhism, but more like a vicious ghost seeking life.

The atmosphere at the scene gradually became depressing, and the host Sean, who was closer to him, was even frightened into a cold sweat by this terrible smell.

Just then, suddenly.

With a "Crack" sound, a sharp lightning arc passed through the eyes of the audience and landed in front of Hongyin.

"boom!"

The thunder arc exploded dullly, and Hongyin was so frightened that he quickly took half a step back. The momentum he had just gathered around him also wavered a bit.

"court death!"

Hongyin gritted his teeth in annoyance, his sinister eyes tightening, exuding a strong and ruthless aura.

The crowd watching the game immediately looked toward the source of the thunder arc, the National African Bureau of Statistics player channel, and immediately burst into cheers that were even louder than before.

"It's the Prince of Light, Lei Hong!"

"So he is Lei Hong from the National African Affairs Bureau?!"

"He's so handsome. Look at his temperament. Wow... he's flying!"

While the male audience members were amazed by Lei Hong's strength and aura, many female audience members already looked infatuated and fell into deep intoxication.

Under the gaze of the crowd, a young man with flowing blond hair calmly walked out of the passage for the overseas players.

He was silent and cold, looking at Hongyin with an expression of unruliness and rebelliousness like a prince from an ancient kingdom. Wearing a white suit, his chest was casually open. Under the close-fitting shirt, his clearly bulging muscle lines made the female audience want to see him.

Especially the pair of broad white wings on the back, which looks majestic and sacred.

Suddenly, his wings flapped, and the strong air flow took him slowly into the air, and finally landed gracefully in the center of the ring.

Compared with Hongyin, the tantric master with sinister appearance, Lei Hong's handsome and charming image makes him stand out in a few ways.

"The way Lei Hong appears is as domineering and cool as ever." Wang Yan silently praised his friend, then picked up the beer and touched it to the beer can next to Liu Bujie, " Lao Liu, let’s go.”

"Okay, let's go one."

Liu Bujie was informal and took a big sip with Wang Yan, and then said, "That bullshit master of Japanese Tantric Buddhism is full of evil spirits. He is different from our authentic Buddhism. They are just charlatans who pretend to be Buddhists. When they meet They deserve a good beating."

Although Liu Bujie's eyes were admiring the latest VR blockbuster, the "eyes of his mind" he called had already included the entire arena and even the entire venue. As long as he wanted to see it, no detail could escape his attention.

Wang Yan chuckled. Those Japanese dogs should indeed be beaten. It’s just the Eight Precepts of Buddhism. You don’t even have six of them. Do you still think others are not authentic enough?

"Everyone, get ready!"

Host Sean slowly raised his right hand.

"The duel begins!"

As Sean dropped one hand, the battle between two people officially began!

"Junior, let's see if I don't break your bones!" Hongyin, the master of Tantric Buddhism, shouted in a low voice. His whole body was full of anger, and a layer of golden Buddha light suddenly appeared.

A flash of thunder flashed in Lei Hong's sharp eyes, and he squeezed the air with one hand, and a Lei Ji spear intertwined with thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the muffled sound of thunder, Lei Hong pointed his spear straight ahead, "Japanese dog, suffer death!"

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