Chapter 806 I Really Want to Spit in Their Faces (Seeking Votes)

(Monday, please vote, I love you~~)

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Wang Yan returned to the venue.

He was warmly welcomed, and countless people cheered the name of the Son of Fire, and the sound resounded throughout the sky.

And that Ampere Zongxiu didn't dare to come back at all, and was directly taken away from the island by some Japanese people.

"I worried about you in vain." Wu Yaange ran over, pinched Wang Yan unhappily, rolled her eyes charmingly and said, "You hid it very well, and you actually piled the succubus to half-step S-level."

"Haha, I just want to give Ampere Zongxiu a surprise." Wang Yan laughed.

In fact, succubus can pile up half-step S-level not only by resources. How can the succubus that can be collected by the God of Light into the trial space be an ordinary succubus? Whether in appearance or qualifications, it is the top existence among succubus.

Otherwise, Wang Yan would not have given up a holy weapon in exchange for this succubus, and owed the God of Light a favor.

Some allies and friends came forward to congratulate Wang Yan for his miraculous entry into the semi-finals.

"Son of Fire," said the high priest, Belica, with excitement in her eyes, "There is only one game left, and we must defeat the Desert Emperor."

Belica's words caused some ridicule.

Although everyone had a good relationship with Wang Yan, few people thought that Wang Yan could defeat the Desert Emperor and win the championship. The reason was simple. The Desert Emperor was too strong. He confronted the big move of Satan's Apostle Harrison head-on and blew Harrison with his strength.

However, Wang Yan won by talking nonsense and irritating his opponent. The gap between the two was too obvious. Wang Yan's winning rate was less than 10%.

Next, after a lively time.

Emmons announced that the final would be held in three days, and everyone should have a good rest.

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A few days later at night!

On the balcony of the villa where Wang Yan temporarily rested.

The Desert Emperor wore a golden mask, lying comfortably on the armchair, drinking wine leisurely. There was no shortage of beauties around him. Two beautiful women from Egypt helped him massage, pour wine, and beat his legs.

Not to mention, this guy really knows how to enjoy himself. Some of the beauties around him are all top-notch, and even their strength has reached Class B.

"Old Sha." Wang Yan said unhappily while drinking, "You came to me in the middle of the night and asked me to drink with you. You are not sure you can beat me, so you are going to poison my wine?"

Poison your soul!

Even with the state of mind of the Desert Emperor, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at him: "You drank the poisoned wine so happily?"

"Haha, just kidding." Wang Yan laughed, "You are the Desert Emperor, you are not going to do such a shameless thing. But you dragged me to drink and watch the stars in the middle of the night, and I always felt that the atmosphere was a little weird."

"I asked you to drink today to apologize to you." The Desert Emperor said lightly, "Because tomorrow's battle, I will go all out, and I will not show mercy just because you are my friend."

In one sentence, the momentum rose.

"Oh, Old Sand, what you said really hurts my heart." Wang Yan said faintly, "You asked me to drink and watch the stars together, but you said such cruel words. You are such a disgusting person."

The Desert Emperor was a little horrified by what he said. He really wanted to flee. He glared and said, "Okay, okay, please don't use your mouth to deal with me. It doesn't work on me."

"How about, let me have three moves?" Wang Yan said with a shameless face, "Just three moves, so that I won't lose too badly."

"Can you stop using this trick?" The Desert Emperor said unhappily, "After so long, how can I not Know you? If I really believed you, I would end up like Ampe Zongxiu. Don't think I don't know, you must have some trump cards hidden. "

"Trumpet card? No, really no." Wang Yan said with a bitter face, "Old Sand, do you think I'm Doraemon, with all kinds of tricks? If I really have a trump card, do I need to use my mouth to deal with Ampe Zongxiu? How embarrassing."

"Really no?"

"Really no, look at my sincere face. By the way, you have so many beauties, give me a few."

"Get lost!"

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The next day.

The Youth Conference venue was crowded with people.

There was only one game today, and that was the most anticipated final.

On the stage!

Wang Yan and the Desert Emperor had already stood calmly.

In the stands, deafening shouts came one after another, so lively.

"Son of Fire, you are the sky, you are the light, you are my only one~~"

"Emperor of the Desert, I want to be your concubine~~ muah"

One is the sunny and handsome Son of Fire with extraordinary strength. The other is the mysterious and emperor-like Desert Emperor. They each have many fans who encourage their morale on the field.

"Old Sand, we are all brothers, why don't we flip a coin to decide the winner, so as not to hurt the harmony." Wang Yan said, touching his nose.

"Get lost!" The Desert Emperor replied him with one word. Flipping a coin to decide the winner, he thought of it.

When the host Sean was stepping on the flying skateboard and was about to say something, he suddenly blacked out and fainted. Belica, who was wearing a sacrificial robe, said instead: "Dear leaders, dear audience. This is the last game. If it passes so plainly, it will be too boring."

"Oh my god!"

Wang Yan's eyes widened, "This goddess is so bold, what is she trying to do?"

The scene was silent.

Even the people on the rostrum did not stop her.

"My personal suggestion is to add some bonuses to make it more fun." Belica is worthy of being called the goddess, the existence of a female gambler. As soon as she opened her mouth, she started gambling. "This priest has used the great prophecy to infer a winning rate based on the record, strength, potential, trump cards, etc. of both sides of the final. Everyone, please look at the big screen~"

On the big screen.

The portraits of the Son of Flame and the Emperor of the Desert appeared, with a big burning VS in the middle. Below the avatars, there was a series of data analysis and the odds of both sides.

"The odds of the Son of Flame are 1 to 4."

That is to say, if you buy one dollar and win, you can earn three dollars.

"The odds of the Emperor of the Desert are 1 to 1.2."

That is to say, if you buy the Emperor of the Desert to win, you can only earn 2 cents for every dollar.

"Hey, hey." Before the audience could speak, Wang Yan took the lead in protesting, "Belika, your odds are really too bullying. Why do you think my winning rate is so low?"

"Hehe, Son of Flame." High Priest Belika laughed, "I am not bullying you, because your winning rate is indeed very low. If you don't believe it, you can buy more and win yourself. That's a super high odds of 1 to 4."

The rest of the people also reacted and began to protest that the odds of the Desert Emperor were too low. Buying him for one dollar, you have to lose one dollar if you lose, and you can only make an extra 20 cents if you win. It's really not worth it.

"Hehe, if you think it's not worth buying the Desert Emperor to win, you can buy the Son of Flame." Belika said with a cunning face, "No one is pointing a gun at your head to buy the Desert Emperor."

Everyone's eyes went dark. Belika was indeed an old gambler. The odds were really tricky. But even so, few people were willing to buy the Son of Flame to win.

It's okay to make a few cents, since it's already a sure win.

"Please scan this QR code and download the dedicated betting APP." High Priest Belika said, "The betting machine will settle in US dollars according to the exchange rate of currencies in various countries. Please note that each bet is limited to one million US dollars."

The single bet amount is very high, one million US dollars.

Considering that the tens of thousands of spectators present are all superpowers, some of them have even reached Class B or even Class A. It's just that they were limited by age or other factors and could not play in the game.

"Although buying the Desert Emperor to win makes less money, it's better than nothing." An old man dressed as a European aristocrat installed the betting APP and bought 100 bets on the Desert Emperor to win in one go.

There are also two outstanding descendants in his family who came to participate in the Youth Conference, but unfortunately they were defeated in the semi-finals.

There are not many bets of hundreds of millions of US dollars in the audience, but there are also some. Superpowers have never lacked local tyrants.

And the vast majority of them bought one bet or a few bets for fun. Occasionally, there are some spectators who are short of money, and two or three people put together a bet.

At the same time, the real-time betting data on the big screen soared rapidly. The number of people who bet on the Desert Emperor to win soon exceeded 10,000, and the number was still soaring. There are many fans of the Son of Flame among them, but that doesn't mean they will bet on the Son of Flame to win.

And the number of people who bet on the Son of Flame to win is only more than 3,000 at present.

"Old Wang." The Holy Knight Ulysses jumped onto the stage and gave Wang Yan a loving hug, encouraging him, "Don't be affected, you play well."

"Ulysses." Wang Yan was inevitably moved, it seems that someone still trusts him.

"Belika, I won't be fooled by you this time." The Holy Knight said in a sonorous voice, "I'll bet 200 bets on the Desert Emperor to win."

"Puff!"

Wang Yan almost spit out a mouthful of blood. Brother, are you being decent? Bai was moved by you.

"Old Wang, we are brothers, but I am really poor." Liu Bujie also came forward and sighed, "Lao Sha is too abnormal. You may not even have a 10% chance of winning. I will bet 300 on Lao Sha to win. You play well and don't let down the spirit of our National Non-Government Bureau."

Wang Yan rolled his eyes fiercely. Are you here to irritate me? And why are you crying about being poor? 300 bets, that's 300 million US dollars. What do you need so much money for ascetic monks like you?

"Hahaha!" Blood Wolf came over, patted Wang Yan's shoulders a few times and said, "Son of Fire, I'm optimistic about you. My pension money is all counting on you."

"Blood Wolf is really nice." Wang Yan nodded and praised, "I'll treat you to a drink later."

"Haha, I mean, you lose beautifully." Blood Wolf said calmly, "Although it's only a profit of 0.2, this sparrow is still a piece of meat."

The guys who get along well with Wang Yan all ran over to cheer Wang Yan, but seeing their hesitant appearance, it was clear that the Desert Emperor must have won.

The faces of these guys, Wang Yan really wanted to spit in their faces.

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