Chapter 807 Son of Fire Is Doomed to Lose!

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"Son of Flame, I bet you will win." Red Tank stepped forward, patted Wang Yan's shoulder solemnly and said, "I'm optimistic about you."

"That's enough, buddy." Wang Yan punched his chest, "You still have vision, how much bet did you place?"

"Uh, ten notes." As he spoke, the red tank's flesh ached. It seems that the ten million US dollars has been wasted.

"Depend on!"

Wang Yan couldn't help but cursed in his heart and said with a glare, "A monk bets three hundred, but you bet ten. What's the matter with your body hurting like this?"

"Son of Flame, if you are not convinced, you can bet on yourself to win." The Desert Emperor said with a smile, "I will place a thousand bets on myself. Do you dare to place a thousand bets on yourself for a little fun?"

One thousand notes? A little fun?

You rich rich people.

Wang Yan hurriedly shook his head like a rattle and said, "I have no money."

No money?

Son of Flame, who are you going to lie to if you don’t have money?

With such a statement, the Desert Emperor's bets soared again, quickly breaking through to 20,000 bets, and reaching 30,000 bets at a lightning speed, and the momentum was still soaring. Occasionally, big numbers would jump up, which was obviously hidden. Rich people took action one after another.

But those who voted for Wang Yan only had a solitary four thousand bets.

In other words, if Wang Yan wins, Belika, who is the banker, will make a lot of money. But if the Desert Emperor wins, he will make her count the money. As a result, Bellica became a little anxious. She took the microphone and said, "No, no, the calculation is wrong. I have to increase the odds of the Son of Fire and lower the odds of the Desert Emperor."

"Shh!"

The whole place was filled with boos and objections.

You are a dignified high priest, but what you say is so unreasonable? Moreover, judging from Bellica's performance, the Great Prophecy Technique is not optimistic about Wang Yan either. In just over ten seconds, Desert Emperor's bets soared to more than 60,000. On Wang Yan's side, only a few hundred bets were added.

High Priest Belika, who was drowned in saliva, turned extremely pale and swore: "Everyone can vote for the Son of Fire more often to win. Think about his record, which time has he not won in danger? I believe he can win again." A miracle."

Make you a ghost.

Many people yelled, "You said it was a miracle. If the miracle is so easy to achieve, why are you still practicing hard?"

In the following time, although Bellica tried to turn the tide, the results were very bad.

After the betting ended, Wang Yan only took more than 5,000 bets. But the bet on the Desert Emperor won more than 200,000 bets. That's 200,000 bets. The funds exceed 200 billion US dollars, which means that on average, each person on site bets four...

The reason for such a huge amount of gambling money should be that some big guys on the rostrum made a secret move. An S-class strongman is also the leader of a party, and the funds he can use are far beyond what ordinary people can match.

In fact, even Emmons secretly bought a thousand bets on Desert Emperor to win.

To be honest, the Son of Fire is very strong, and the Pure Yang Magic is also very strong. But after all, he was too young, and how could he be as rich and profound as the Desert Emperor.

Bellica looked like she was about to cry without tears, and she was hopeless. She swept the whole place viciously, and then said quietly to Wang Yan: "Son of Flame, you must win, otherwise I will lose all my dowry." Total loss."

If the Desert Emperor wins, she will have to pay out all the 200 billion and pay another 35 billion US dollars.

"This rich woman is quite rich. She has earned so much over the years." Some strong men who had suffered a lot from Belika mocked and said, "Belika, I think you were knocked unconscious by the Son of Fire. Damn it, the odds are really unscientific. Now that the deal is done, just enjoy it."

"Ahem!"

President Emmons stood up and said, "It's almost time. Sons of Fire, Desert Emperor, you enter the battlefield." As he spoke, a map appeared on the big screen.

That small island is more than a hundred kilometers away from the venue, and is a large island with a diameter of more than twenty kilometers.

Apparently, Emmons also learned his lesson. Instead of building a small island for them to toss around, and if it gets bombed, it would be better to build a big island for them to have fun with. If you want to say that these two people are capable of sinking such a large island, Emmons would probably have to kneel down.

"Desert Emperor, come on."

"Son of Fire, you don't have to force yourself, we love you."

Nowadays, when most people are betting on the Desert Emperor to win, the audience's position is naturally on the side of the Desert Emperor. Who can still have trouble with money?

This time, Wang Yan and the Desert Emperor did not compete. They were not even happy to fly. Instead, they took a seaplane directly over to avoid wasting energy. After more than 100 kilometers, Feifei is quite tiring and will consume his energy.

Half an hour later.

The two landed on the island where the competition was held.

There are many cameras installed on this island, and the sky is densely packed with countless drones. There are even five or six helicopters hovering in the sky for live broadcast.

The Desert Emperor walked leisurely on the beach, with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Son of Flame, you should summon the succubus first, so that you don't even have a chance to fight back."

"Hey, Lao Sha, are you going to die if you don't show off?" Wang Yan glared at him and said angrily, "Can you please stop making it sound like I'm doomed to lose."

The Desert Emperor smiled, as if to say, this is the truth.

However, while speaking, Wang Yan still summoned him politely.

The succubus tore open the space barrier and came out, flew to Wang Yan and knelt down on one knee: "Mei'er, meet the master."

"Lao Sha, don't waste time." Wang Yan held the war hammer, fighting spirit surged in his body, "Let's get started."

"Okay." The Desert Emperor put his hands on his back and nodded, "Please." Seeing the meaning, Wang Yan naturally made the first move.

"Lao Sha, be careful."

Wang Yan kicked hard.

"boom!"

A big crater was created in the gravel, and he flew away like a predatory tyrannosaurus. The war hammer was burning with pure Yang true fire that burned out all evil, and he blasted towards the desert emperor in a mighty manner. .

That hammer was majestic and full of fire, as if it could destroy everything in the world.

"Hehe~"

The succubus stretched lazily and let out a soul-stirring, charming laugh. The soul-eating bone whip enveloped the desert emperor's back slowly but quickly.

Facing the siege of two half-step S-class soldiers, the Desert Emperor took his time and thrust the golden scepter into the sand.

"Buzz!"

The whole island seemed to be trembling with groans.

The gravel on the beach rolled out like two giant dragons. One gravel dragon turned into a fist, and the other gravel dragon turned into a square shield, facing Wang Yan and Succubus one after another.

The giant gravel fist and Wang Yan's war hammer collided violently.

boom!

There was a deafening explosion in an instant, and the energy shock wave spread out carrying flame fragments and gravel. The coconut trees on the edge of the beach were crushed to pieces, and waves seven or eight meters high arose on the sea level.

"Bah bang bang!"

The succubus's soul-eating bone whip was all drawn on the solid sand shield, and the crushed sand flew all over the sky, but no shadow of the whip could get close to the desert emperor.

With just one blow of the scepter, it easily blocked the joint attacks of the two masters. The terror and power of the Desert Emperor were evident.

"Happy, happy."

Wang Yan shook his numb arm and laughed loudly, "He is indeed a strong man at the level of an old monster. Come on, let's have a good fight." After that, Wang Yan bullied him again. On the top, the whole body is densely covered with glazed gold, like a shining golden Buddha war god.

Every move he made was filled with the aura of fiery and explosive power. He hit hard and seemed to destroy everything.

But the succubus was erratic from left to right, using charm techniques to disturb the desert emperor from time to time, waiting for the opportunity to support with the soul-eating whip.

But the Desert Emperor was one against two, but he was calm and steady as a mountain. With only a golden scepter, he turned the sand into war hammers, blades, shields, and even javelins, and fought Wang Yan in ever-changing ways.

The two of them are a succubus, and they are both half-step S-level powerhouses. Every move he makes carries with him the immense power of God. From the beach to the hillside, everything they passed was leveled.

The thick coconut trees are as fragile as grass. The jagged rocks turned into gravel in the aftermath of the energy, and were collected and used by the Desert Emperor.

For a while, the battle situation seemed a bit stalemate. However, the balance of victory and defeat seems to be tilting slightly towards Wang Yan.

But everyone knows that Wang Yan seems to have used all his cards, such as the glazed golden body of King Fudo and the half-step S-level succubus. And the Desert Emperor has many methods at his disposal.

As soon as his desert guard army with wolf heads comes out, the advantage Wang Yan has worked so hard to save will be instantly wiped out.

"Haha, Son of Flame, you are indeed a genius. You have already reached this point at a young age. I admit that if you don't fight hard, you may not be your opponent." The Desert Emperor pushed back the succubus Wang Yan with a sand palm. The body turned into a sky full of yellow sand, instantly covering a third of the island.

His voice seemed to be floating in all directions, "Son of Flame, be careful."

The surrounding sky seemed as dim as covered with a layer of yellow sand.

Various trees, flowers, plants, and even rocks withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into handfuls of gravel, which slowly surged as if they were alive.

Immediately afterwards, they surged up like underground springs, condensing into tall soldiers with wolf heads and human bodies, and ferocious armor. They held various weapons such as swords, spears, halberds, and axes in their hands. They were full of murderous intent and strode towards Wang Yan and Succubus in neat steps.

"Come out, come out!"

Many people in the stands shouted excitedly, "The Desert Emperor has finally taken action. Under the endless attack of the desert guards, even if the Son of Fire has great abilities, he will continue to be consumed to death."

Many people's eyes were filled with fanatical excitement, as if they saw colorful dollar bills flying towards them.

Definitely win!

Only a few people frowned slightly. Would the Son of Flame lose so easily?

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