Chapter 725 This Is Too Much!

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"It's okay, it's okay, just do your best. Lao Sha is a very good person, and he won't hit you too hard."

When Wang Yan saw the expression of the Desert Emperor, the corners of his mouth immediately raised awkwardly, and then he changed the subject and comforted Nini who fell to the ground in despair.

Indeed.

The half-step S-level players are already terrifying enough, not to mention the top players who have the highest chance of winning the championship among the half-step S-level players. Not to mention Nini, anyone who was drawn by the Desert Emperor would be discouraged and desperate.

"Lao Wang, you won't lie to me, right?" Nini raised her head and looked at Wang Yan, blinked, and then thought about it and said with bright eyes, "That's right, if I really can't beat you later, I will lie on the ground like you."

A big drop of cold sweat fell from the corner of Wang Yan's forehead, "Nini, you are a girl, even if you lose, you have to be reserved."

This female man really doesn't learn good things, but only bad things. A girl, lying on the ground at every turn, isn't she afraid of losing face for your Father God? In fact, Wang Yan himself did not think about it. If the Father God felt ashamed, the first person he would kill would be Wang Yan.

Some monks who made friends with Wang Yan would most likely be led astray.

"Then what do you say we should do?" Nini picked up the big stick, stood up, and looked at Wang Yan with a frank face, "Old Wang, when you met the two Saint Ladies in the preliminaries, you used this trick, and finally pulled the two Saint Ladies into the strange lotus platform..."

As soon as these words came out, the two Saint Ladies' faces suddenly changed, as if they thought of the scene that day again, and their momentum immediately became a little colder, and their eyes stabbed at Wang Yan like a sharp blade.

Wang Yan was frightened and broke into a cold sweat, and hurriedly interrupted, "Stop, stop, stop! Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding."

That incident had just passed, and the strength of the two Saint Ladies had been improved to different levels. Now if he provokes the two Saint Ladies to retaliate again, he, Wang Yan, really can't bear it.

One against two, he is really not a match.

"Let's talk about the battle." Wang Yan wiped his sweat, and didn't dare to let Nini talk nonsense anymore. He quickly found a few excuses to change the topic.

The crowd watching the game was bustling, and the draw for the top 32 in the venue was also going on amid the constant discussions.

Not long after, the draw was over, and a list of duels was released.

Among them, the list drawn by the seeded players is: "Satan Apostle, Harrison VS Tianshan Assassin, Willy Hassan."

"Desert Emperor, Ganesus VS Ascetic, Nini."

"Maya survivors, High Priest Belica VS Son of Light, Wright."

"Goddess Shiva, Indira Brahman VS Midwinter Hunting God, Berissa Nova."

"Acetic Master, Liu Bujie VS Sun Youmiao."

"Holy Light Glory, Ulysses VS Spider Queen, Arianea."

"Blood Wolf, Walton VS Golden Lion Sword, August."

"Red Tank, Christo Meyev VS Druid Wild Elder, Arnold Giant Bear."

"Superwoman, Vera Denver VS Ice Queen, Huangfu Nanlian. ”

“God’s Proud Son, Ampere Zongxiu VS Godly Prophet, Saladin Nuha.”

“Son of Flame, Wang Yan VS Undead Wizard, Gabriel.”

The remaining ten qualified players, after free draw, are: “Dark Night Witch, Wuya Ange VS Master of Black Magic, Kazan.”

“Yao Yuejian, Gao Mingyue VS Sword Immortal, Chaikov.”

“Prince of Light, Lei Hong VS Four-Armed Rakshasa, Di Rang.”

“Saint of Light, Lulu, Angel Beibei VS Scarab, Harris.”

“Saint of Darkness, Catherine VS Lightning Lion, Gorin.”

The duel list appeared, and many qualified players drawn by the seeded players had depressed faces, and they were obviously under great pressure to play against the seeded players next.

Of course, there were also a few who were full of confidence and went to their respective rest areas to secretly brew. Although the strength of the half-step S-level seeded players is unattainable for some people, if they prepare some trump cards, they can also fight.

The most confident among them is the necromancer, Gabriel.

"Tsk tsk tsk... This wizard is so lucky." On the sidelines, Gabriel secretly laughed in his gray robe, his pair of gloomy and terrifying eyes flashing with cold light.

His opponent is the Son of Fire, Wang Yan.

Although Wang Yan is also a seeded player, his strength has not reached the level of half-step S-level after all. Compared with those favorites to win the championship, he is still a little behind in cultivation and accumulation.

Although the difference between the two is only a small gap, this small gap is related to the application of the law, just like the gap between the peaks.

No matter how strong a person is within the A-level, if he lacks this small gap, his way forward will be blocked in front of this canyon and he cannot move forward half a step.

When he thought of this, Gabriel was happy.

"I can't beat a seeded player who is half-step S-level, but I can't beat you, Wang Yan?" Gabriel thought happily in his heart.

I have prepared a powerful trump card for this competition. I was so miserable in the preliminaries that I gritted my teeth and didn't want to use it. I was waiting for this moment.

Hehehe... Son of Fire, I will let you see what real undead magic is in a moment!

Gabriel couldn't hide his joy. He glanced at Wang Yan from a distance and ran into the venue, the lounge of the Dark Council, and prepared to go.

Wang Yan, who was watching from the side, was a little confused, "What stimulated this necromancer? He was so happy to play against me?"

Sure enough, those who study necromancer magic are all a little neurotic.

At this time, the draw was over, and the contestants who were about to participate in the competition in the venue had their own thoughts. They all went to the sidelines or the lounge to rest and prepare.

Among these areas, the atmosphere of the Guofei Bureau pair was the most harmonious.

"Master Liu Bujie, you, you are my senior, you are not allowed to bully me later." Sun Youmiao held the small flower pot, pouted her mouth, and sat on the chair next to Wang Yan.

She was still very competitive. If it was other promoted players, she still felt that there was a little hope, but the opponent was Liu Bujie, who was half a step S-level, then there was really no hope at all.

"Miaomiao, don't worry, Master Liu Bujie will not bully you. You are lucky to draw him. If it was other opponents, I would still be worried." Wang Yan smiled and stretched out his hand to tease the sapling in the flower pot in Sun Youmiao's arms.

The cute little human-shaped sapling in front of me seemed to be tickled by fingers, and the small crown trembled slightly.

This tender and cute appearance made people never expect that after transforming into a tree spirit guard, it would have such a huge body and extremely powerful destructive power.

"Little girl, you have a good talent, and you have a high-level inheritance like the ancient druid. It's a rare opportunity now. Let me see how strong you are in a while, and I can also teach you some supernatural powers." Liu Bujie, who was sitting on the other side, did not wear a VR helmet this time. When he got serious, his eyes looked clean and thorough.

"Hehe, that's what you said." Sun Youmiao was calm after putting aside the victory or defeat, and then showed a sweet smile unique to girls, and waved her little fist, "My plant army is very strong!"

"It doesn't matter, little girl, what skills do you have, just use them, I will take them all." Liu Bujie smiled calmly, and he really looked like a master.

In the National Bureau of Non-Proliferation, Sun Youmiao is a descendant of a martyr. He is young and very cute, so he is loved by the seniors of the National Bureau of Non-Proliferation. Liu Bujie is no exception.

The three chatted and laughed for a while, and Sun Youmiao said that he had to get ready and leave first.

Not long after, the host Sean returned to the scene again.

"The top 32 will be randomly selected. The next group of players to compete is..."

Soon, the randomly selected list was displayed on the big screen.

"Red Tank, Christopher Meyev VS Druid Wild Elder, Arnold Giant Bear!"

"Let us invite the half-step S-level seeded player, Red Tank, Christopher Meyev!" The host Sean's voice was high-pitched, causing cheers from the audience.

The red tank, Christopher Meyev from the Russian Polar Bear Special Service, stood up from the seed seat and walked onto the stage with steady steps.

He was about 1.9 meters tall, and was still wearing a simple military T-shirt today. His hair was cut very short, his face was angular, and the lines of his muscles under the T-shirt were clear and distinct.

Although he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, one could still feel that his gaze was full of the perseverance and fearlessness unique to soldiers.

He stood quietly on the stage, looking forward, silent, but unconsciously, he made the noisy audience in the entire venue quiet down.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to him, as if he had a kind of innate majesty that could not be ignored.

"This feeling is like when I went to the zoo when I was a child and saw a lion walking out of the iron cage." Wang Yan praised out loud.

Although this red tank has been very low-key these days and never showed his presence, at this moment, he stood on the stage, and the majesty from the inside out was enough to scare any opponent. This kind of natural tyranny does not need any proof.

Wang Yan and other seeded players were still sitting in the seed seats on the sidelines, not far from each other, and soon his words attracted responses from others.

"That guy is not only strong, but also abnormal!" Superwoman Vera Denver frowned, as if she remembered some bad memories.

"Moreover, that guy's self-healing ability is even more exaggerated than mine." Blood Wolf Walton also had a sad face, "If he gets serious, he's just like a monster."

No way? Wang Yan was a little scared, the self-healing ability of werewolves is very scary.

One is a superwoman like a female Tyrannosaurus, and the other is a monster Blood Wolf Walton. These two people actually say that others are abnormal and monsters?

How strong must the other party be?

"Hehe, Son of Fire, don't you know? Russia often competes for territory with the United States and Europe, so there will be some minor friction occasionally." On the other side, the Holy Knight Ulysses laughed gloatingly, "Superwoman was once thrown from the air to the ground by a red tank, and Blood Wolf was once punched into the mud by the other party."

Wang Yan was shocked again. This is not just strong, it's so strong that it's violent?

Wang Yan had personally witnessed the strength of Supergirl and Blood Wolf. This red tank was able to defeat these two strong men. It seems that one cannot judge a tank by its appearance!

"Heh, how are you better than us?" Supergirl snorted coldly and counterattacked, "Didn't the so-called invincible 'Holy Shield' get blown up?"

"It seemed that he even vomited blood at that time." Blood Wolf followed suit and counterattacked in anger.

"Well, I was careless..." Facing his old rival's revelation, Ulysses spread his hands helplessly, "Okay, okay, I admit, I am not his opponent in terms of strength."

"Among us half-step S-level players, the red tank is the strongest." On the other side, Desert Emperor Ganeses, one of the favorites to win the championship, spoke calmly and turned his face to the side as he spoke.

It was this little action that made Wang Yan's eyes widen.

Forget about others, even Ganeses is like this. This red tank has had too many glorious deeds, right?

Sure enough, being low-key is the most gorgeous way to show off.

This time I have gained a lot of experience. It seems that after becoming a superpower, my qualifications are still too low. There are still many things and powerful opponents that I have never encountered.

Seemingly with the purpose of seeking confirmation, Wang Yan turned his attention to Liu Bujie, who had been silent.

"Uh, Lao Wang, don't look at the poor monk. The poor monk relies on technique, not strength, to fight." Liu Bujie said and turned his eyes elsewhere, his eyes seeming to twinkle.

hiss!

Wang Yan finally understood this time that Christo Mayev, known as the Red Tank, was indeed not easy to mess with.

It can also be seen that every half-step of an S-level player every second, regardless of their strength, background and qualifications, or the level of daily tasks they perform, is much higher than that of ordinary A-level superpowers, and there must be no contempt.

Suddenly, there was a heavy sound of stepping on the ground in the contestant tunnel.

Everyone's eyes turned around. It turned out that the wild druid elder, Arnold Giant Bear, who had transformed into a giant bear, was slowly walking out of the venue.

Then, many people's expressions froze directly, their eyes were dull, and they looked at Arnold Bear stupidly.

This, this, this?

What is this scenario?

Is this okay?

Is this too exaggerated?

Seconds later, an uproar erupted from the stands.

"Damn! Isn't it? Is this okay?"

"This is obviously cheating. He's already like this. How can he still play this game?"

"Arnold Giant Bear, you are an elder after all, can't you be more reserved?"

"Excessive! It's too much."

Similar words came one after another like a tsunami in the stands.

Even Wang Yan's eyes widened with a look of disbelief. Is it really good to participate in the competition in this way?

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