The next day, the Tarik Fighting Conference continued. This time the game was different from the last time. If the last time was more inclined to the so-called battle royale, this time the game would be more like 1v1v1v1v1v1v1v1v1v1v1v1v1v1v1v1v1.

The rules of this game are very simple. Ten people enter the arena, select their opponents and engage in a one-on-one battle. The battle process will be protected and will not be disturbed until one side admits defeat or is beaten to the end of consciousness. After a one-on-one battle, the winner will not be allowed to be challenged for a short time and will be given rest time.

It seems that the rules of this game are very concise and clear, that is, ten people fight one-on-one, and the winner continues to fight until the final winner is decided. But in fact, the essence of this battle is not that simple. Because this game does not stipulate how many challenges a person must accept, that is, if you have strong hiding ability, you can wait for others to decide the final winner, and then pick peaches while he is exhausted.

There are many other strategies and solutions, such as the last runner-up, Mr. Saike, who was "cared for" by Zhou Li and Huang Yi in turn, avoided the war of attrition in this game and directly advanced with one victory in the final stage. Of course, this does not go against their spirit for the warriors, it is a strategy.

At this time, Zhou Li was standing in the preparation area, and a cloth bag was hanging behind him. He sat on the sofa, looking at the contestants around him, and from time to time he showed a kind smile. When others saw this kind smile, they could only force themselves to smile, pull the corners of their mouths, and show their smiles.

In fact, when they found themselves and Zhou Li in the same field, they were ready to admit defeat. They had no idea of ​​resisting. After all, the last one was called Saike, who was undergoing psychological rehabilitation at the Tarik Third Mental Hospital two days ago, and they didn't know that they were discharged from the hospital now.

If you lose the game, you lose it, but you lose it, but you really lose it.

Looking at the hypocritical smiling faces of the crowd around him, Zhou Li suddenly felt a little bored. He knew that today's game might not have so much room for operation for him, and the three-color colorful lights he had newly studied may not be useful.

Alas, why is this happening?

Zhou Li sighed helplessly. He didn't know why everyone treated him specially. He obviously wanted to integrate into the lives of ordinary people, compete with them in the same match, fight the same fight, and open the same heart, but why do everyone respect him and never accept him?

Thinking of this, Zhou Li felt sad, and the wine in his hand became tasteless and boring. He put his cool three-color glare pink cat fist aside, slumped on the sofa with nothing to do, waiting for his turn to play.

"Dududu!"

Accompanied by the sound of musical instruments with a similar to the suona, Zhou Li's preparation zone suddenly became silent. Some of the people who were originally talking and laughing looked as if they were dead, while others were determined, as tragic as dead soldiers preparing to go to the battlefield. Zhou Li was too lazy to care about these things, but just walked into the competition venue with his own boxing gloves.

Soon, ten people stood in the virtual battlefield, and a dense forest immediately covered the venue. Soon, the sound of salutes in the sky sounded and the game officially began.

Pushing away the jungle, seeing Zhou Li with a kind face and holding a cat fist, the lucky young contestant was fearless and calm. When Zhou Li stepped on the ground with one foot and smashed him like a cannonball, the contestant raised his hands and shouted angrily:

"I surrender!!!"

The pink gloves were only one centimeter from his face, and Zhou Li's face was filled with regret. Looking at the young man with a calm and calm expression in front of him, Zhou Li sighed, waved his hand, and left here.

The young man who escaped the disaster breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Zhou Li's back as he was away, for some reason, the audience who had originally held their breath and concentrated suddenly burst into loud cheers, as if they were not defeating Zhou Li, but this young man.

"I admit defeat."

"surrender."

"Please."

"send."

Zhou Li was traveling around the forest with a numb face. At this time, he had no expression on his face and his heart was as clear as ice. For the first time, he felt so powerless, and for the first time he hated why he could choose to surrender and why he could not fight to the death. Now he misses Don Quixote very much, and those knights with only one axis left in his mind.

After a boring "fight", Zhou Li stood on the stage representing the winner with a surprise look, holding a pink cat fist, greeting the surroundings with expressionless face. Everyone didn't understand why this person obviously had a Sima face when he won, but the performance of the game was quite effective. After all, everyone is tired of watching "squeezing wherever he goes", and it is really the first time to see this kind of "supplication wherever he goes".

After all, only the pink cat fist has this power. In normal times, even if these warriors know that they are not able to compete, they will try to challenge and compete to see if they can make progress. But the pink cat fist is really not good. Being beaten by this thing is not a physical problem, and the mental problem is also very big.

"It's not interesting."

After enjoying the bustling and joyful day, Aiwei and others took a private room to enjoy the luxurious life of the capitalist. After pushing the door and entering the private room, they ignored Lin Zi, who was scathing and shouting about Zhou Li, who was so terrifying, Zhou Li collapsed beside Aluma, leaned against her shoulder, and sighed.

"boring."

"Good, it's okay, there's still a chance next time."

Aluma rubbed Zhou Li's shoulder with a smile, her eyes bent into two crescent moons, which was so cute. A Zi, who was beside her, patted Zhou Li's shoulder with a smile and asked him, "How is it? Lord Brave? Is it good to see one surrender? Is there any warrior who is proud to come to my heart?"

"I just think these people can't afford to play, and they don't have the spirit of a warrior at all."

Zhou Li started the classic double-standard stage normally, and this b completely forgot that he was a cross-sectional abuser, and he was still driving a cross-sectional abuser. But he didn't care, he only cared about his own power of distress.

"If you didn't come to Baiyin to abuse vegetables, your words must be convincing."

After complaining seriously, A Zi happily prepared to watch Toreya's game. However, at this time, Zhou Li suddenly remembered his good brother. Huang Yi's game time was behind Zhou Li. After hearing the familiar news, Zhou Li stood up happily and looked at Huang Yi's game venue.

At this time, Huang Yi was wearing a cheap white warrior suit, with a bandage wrapped around his head, and pretended to stand there and closed his eyes to rest. To be honest, if he ignored the 60-centimeter pink mace behind him, Huang Yi's appearance was still very fraudulent. After all, he was a pope of the church, and his temperament and body shape were not much worse than that.

But no matter how beautify or describe it, it is impossible for Huang Yi to hide his pink 60-centimeter mace with barbed hair. If the contestants on Zhou Li's preparation table were ashamed, then Huang Yi's opponents could be said to be a loss. Everyone's face was full of despair and pain, and it felt like they were not here to compete, but to be a funeral for themselves.

Soon, the prompt sound of the game sounded. Zhou Li saw the surprise on his good brother's face and the joy of relieving his repression, and also saw his speeding steps.

Then, the referee spoke.

"Competer One, Muss Castleton, surrendered."

"The No. 2 contestant, Kuntukut Kolasi, surrendered"

"The No. 3 contestant, Bonbutala Istan, surrendered"

"The No. 4 contestant, Luankazi Han, surrendered"

"The No. 5 contestant, Zhukov Wei, surrendered"

…

He didn't even meet, and just as the game was announced, nine surrenders sounded in unison. Huang Yi's excited expression suddenly solidified on his face, and the arrows left in his heart were also stunned. He looked around, staring at the empty arena, and watching the referee who was impatient but dared not speak much to him, Huang Yi was silent.

This time, there was a long-lasting applause and cheers in the audience. This was the first time that there were so many people paying attention to the silver level competition group, and even the brilliant people who were preparing for the competition next door were paying attention to the silver group, looking forward to the emergence of bad and ruthless life.

Now, the "nine people surrendered directly within one minute of the match" that had no record in Tarik's history. It can be said that this record will be an achievement that will be unprecedented and unparalleled. It is also the result of Tarik's destruction of the country and will be brought into the genealogy. But now, the person who won this honor is standing on the winner's stage with a standard Sima face, without saying a word.

It can be seen that Zhou Li has begun to empathize.

Just after Huang Yi provided four years of post-dinner talks for the entire Tarik old lady, the game over Toreya officially started. Like Silver, Guican also joined together to start the battle, and the rules were very similar.

But because the mysterious Hathaway Louis was absent from the game, with the support of the mysterious power from the East, Toreya was lucky to have a bye, which attracted the envy of others. But only Tiya Zhou Li and others knew that Toreya was actually not her lucky in the bye, but her opponents.

After all, a twelve-minute urge to give blessings is not something these warriors can deal with.

For example, Xing Daorong.

In fact, Zhou Li, Toreya and Don Quixote all forgot the specific name of Xing Daorong in the ring, because everyone was too lazy to remember. They only knew that when Zhou Li was in high spirits, they would respect this person with Xing Daorong. Gradually, everyone started to call him Xing Daorong. As the last time the promotion, who is our Mr. Xing Daorong's opponent this time?

Don Quixote.

Yes, Don Quixote.

Looking at Don Quixote, who was wrapped in bandages in front of him and emitting a strong smell of medicine all over his body, Xing Daorong, holding a long knife, was silent. After a long time, he looked at Don Quixote's right arm and asked with a strange expression: "Are you just finished the fight? Why didn't I hear the message of elimination?"

"The challenge has begun, prepare."

Don Quixote was too lazy to pay attention to Xing Daorong, so he took a bow and drew out his long sword and stared at Xing Daorong calmly. Xing Daorong himself looked at Don Quixote, who was covered in medicine and was covered in injuries, and asked with a frown:

"Can you do it? The difference between you and disabled people is that your body smells bigger than theirs. If it really doesn't work, tell the referee, stop hitting it."

"well."

Don Quixote sighed, then said seriously: "First of all, thank you for your concern."

"It's not that you care or not. You're so miserable. Hurry up and find the referee and go to the hospital..."

Before Xing Daorong finished speaking, Don Quixote reached out to interrupt him and said with a serious expression: "Secondly, I want to remind you."

With a heavy step on his right foot, Don Quixote instantly turned into a moving sword storm and swept towards Xing Daorong.

“I’m very strong.”

In the audience, Zhou Li looked at Xing Daorong who was beaten with a look of helplessness, and was amazed. It was hard for him to imagine that a person could be beaten by Toreya first, then beaten by himself, and finally beaten by Don Quixote. This is because he dug several graves and demolished them in his previous life, which could create such a bad fate.

Soon, the battle off the stage came to an end, and Xing Daorong did not disappoint everyone's expectations and was sent away by Don Quixote happily. It was obvious that Don Quixote did not take much effort to deal with Xing Daorong. Soon, Don Quixote solved the remaining opponents with a eased expression and obtained the qualification to advance.

In fact, A Zi and others were not surprised by this result. After all, for other warriors, Don Quixote, who had fought more than once on the battlefield with real guns and swords, has a great advantage. Most of the people's momentum and will were completely suppressed by Don Quixote, and they lost half before they even started the fight.

There is no way, who made Don Quixote a person who has seen the world? After all, not everyone has the opportunity to face the death of the twelve moments of the righteous god, as well as the death of the ancient god, and the brave.

Don Quixote accepted the audience's flowers and praise with a calm look, but was not arrogant or impatient. He just simply thanked those who cheered for her. After taking over the badge of promotion, Don Quixote left the arena, found Toreya and greeted Tiya, and returned to Zhou Li's private room.

“Good fight.”

Seeing Don Quixote's appearance, Zhou Li praised it. Don Quixote did not refuse, nodded and admitted it. After all, she really played well this time. After all, she had a comminuted fracture of her right arm. Even if the injury was not big, it still had a significant impact. However, Don Quixote won with a crushing advantage, which was not easy.

"Then prepare for it."

Zhou Li stood up from the sofa and patted the dust that did not exist. Then he said to Don Quixote, Eluma, Toreya and Lin Zi who were staying in the box at this time: "We will take action at this time tomorrow."
Chapter completed!