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"Zhang Jian is going to lose!"

Listening to the piano playing frequently in the distance, Ye Huang closed his eyes in comfort. This piano sound was slightly stronger than what Zhang Jian was playing.

It's not about the strength or weakness of skills, but the difference in mood.

Li Xinnan was focused on nothing and did not think about victory or defeat. However, Zhang Jiantao was so strong that all he cared about was victory and defeat. The piano was just a way to defeat Li Xinnan.

"...The champion is Contestant No. 9 Li Xinnan!"

"champion!"

"champion!"

"..."

Waves of shouts cut through the sky, as if they were about to lift off the roof of the square; but these shouts were like a steel knife, piercing Zhang Jian's heart.

Did you lose?

I'm not emotionally rich, what's the excuse?

Do you want to mix emotions into playing the piano?

"snort!"

"A small city champion, we will see you in the next World Championship; Li Xinnan, I hope you can have such good luck next time!"

Looking at Li Xinnan holding the trophy, there was not much resentment on Zhang Jian's face, but only inexplicable silence and unwillingness; how could he lose?

"...You may have forgotten that only the champions of the city competition can participate in the selection of the world competition.

As the runner-up, I'm afraid you have already lost this qualification; as the same saying goes, only playing the piano with emotion can you express your true inner thoughts.

You pay too much attention to the desire to win!" Listening to Zhang Jian's voice, Li Xinnan, holding the trophy, walked towards the distance without looking back.

In his mind, Zhang Jian is considered a strong opponent.

It's just that this opponent seems to only focus on winning or losing.

"Li Xinnan, next time...next time I will definitely beat you!"

Looking at his leaving back, Zhang Jian said with gloomy eyes. From then on, a bit of resentment appeared in his eyes; this was his first and only failure.

"You have no chance!"

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded behind him.

Zhang Jian subconsciously turned his head and saw two men dressed slightly strangely staring at him with interest. The man at the front had long hair pulled back and was dressed in black.

The man behind him has a fierce figure, and the scar on his cheek adds a bit of ferocity to him.

"Who are you?!"

"Someone who can make you surpass Li Xinnan!"

"After the first failure, there will be a second, countless times; besides, Li Xinnan is also the summoner of the Flame Dragon Armor, how can you defeat him?

Why do you defeat him?"

A figure emerged, it was Ye Huang and Kun Yu.

"Fire Dragon, Flame Dragon Armor Summoner?"

"How can he, Li Xinnan, become the summoner of the Flame Dragon Armor?" Zhang Jian's expression kept changing, from unwilling to unwilling, to livid, and finally pale.

Powerless paleness!

He finally knew where Li Xinnan's "certain victory" look came from; he was actually the Flame Dragon Armor that had been rumored recently?

Even if I "defeat" him on the piano, how can I defeat him with the identity of the Flame Dragon Armor?

"Zhang Jian, I admire you very much!"

Ye Huang was the first to speak out.

"I can give you power that is better than Li Xinnan's Yanlong Armor, or I can give you a different world on the other side.

how?"

"...Who are you?" Zhang Jian frowned again.

"Kun Hell!"

Ye Huang did not respond, stood up and sat aside.

Kun Yu stepped out, and the dark patterns on his wrists flickered; as a tiger roar resounded, strands of afterimages flickered, and the Dark Land Tiger Armor descended.

"As long as you choose to surrender to me, I can give you such power at will; your world will no longer be this small city in front of you.

But, the sea of ​​stars!" Ye Huang said casually.

Zhang Jian's face changed again, from pale to red, and then from red to inexplicable entanglement; he was thinking about whether he should accept this promise or not.

But what are the origins of these two people?

Thinking of this, his face became more and more entangled and confused.

"You still have one minute to think about it!"

"This world will surround you, and right in front of you is an opportunity." Ye Huang said lightly.

Surrender?!

He has never believed these two words. At most, it will only take a little effort to tamper with his memory; tampering with memory does not erase consciousness, so it is not anything difficult.

"...It seems that you missed this opportunity!" Ye Huang stood up and looked like he was about to leave.

"etc!"

"As long as you can give me this power, I am willing to surrender to you!" Zhang Jian gritted his teeth and opened his mouth to respond.

"Don't forget your promise!"

Ye Huang raised his hand, and strands of dark gold arcs gathered in his hand. A dark red prism solidified out of thin air, and the figure of a fire dragon was suspended above the prism.

"Buzz!"

Raising his hand to strike out, the dark red prism slowly integrated into Zhang Jian's body; strands of light beams emerged, converging on his arm to form a pattern of darkness.

"Dark Flame Dragon Armor, combined!"

As a burst of dragon roar resounded, the Dark Flame Dragon Armor descended.

Different from the Flame Dragon Armor, the red breastplate around the Dark Flame Dragon Armor was replaced by dark red, and the silver embellishments mixed in it also turned into dark gold.

The blue light on the visor was replaced by darkness, as if a demonic dragon stained by the burning flames was surrounding it, with an awe-inspiring evil aura.

"Is this the power of armor?"

Zhang Jian clenched his fist, and a force that could overturn a truck gathered in it; as if he could destroy the world if he wanted to.

"It's really intoxicating!" Zhang Jian murmured in a low voice.

"Peng!"

In the midst of this flash of lightning, Zhang Jian suddenly burst out and blasted in the direction of Ye Huang; how could he, with his extremely conceited temperament, surrender to others?

As long as Ye Huang is wiped out in front of him, no one will remember his "humiliating" moment. Such a quick action will make it "too late" for Kun Yu to take action.

"Buzz!"

Just when the fist was about to land in front of Ye Huang's head, a terrifying restraint emerged out of thin air. No matter how hard Zhang Jian tried, he couldn't follow up even one cent.

The void around him seemed to have turned into a huge swamp, and the terrifying suction force bound him in the center of the air. Even with the protection of armor, his internal organs felt a sharp pain like burning carbon fire.

It was only then that he discovered to his horror that it was not that Kun Yu was too late, but that the Ye Huang in front of him was much more dangerous than this man who seemed to be full of ferocious aura.

At this moment, Ye Huang sat on the chair, his eyes lowered, and the arrogant aura around him disappeared in a flash.

From a distance, he looks like a tyrant with a winning chance.
Chapter completed!