Chapter 530: The Semi-Finals—The Tragic Draw (Part 2)()

When Seattle's stick was pulled out, my face suddenly turned pale green, even more exaggerated than being bitten by a poisonous flower vine.

If I'm not dazzled, the pick in Seattle's hand should be the No. 2 pick.

When Seattlek showed his draw, for the first time, I hated the damn sharp eyes of Druid so much, which made me enjoy the joy of tragedy a few seconds in advance.

There is no doubt that the remaining No. 4 pick belongs to my sister. In the semi-finals, Carlos will play against Seattle in the first game, and I will play against Sister Sharna in the second game.

What a tragedy. Did all my luck run out in the previous games?

My sister took out the last No. 4 lottery without any doubt. Then, the old drunkard with the empty box in his hand suddenly let out an excited scream and looked at it with exaggerated eyes that almost turned into the shape of gold coins.

The two of us seemed to want this result.

What on earth is this bastard thinking in her heart, and why is she so happy? How rare does she think that Sister Sharna will give back? This is absolutely impossible, because I... can't raise a weapon against Sister Sharna at all.

I sighed in frustration, but the sister on the side came over, shook the No. 4 lottery in her hand, looked at me with a dejected look, and couldn't help but smile across the corner of my mouth: "I didn't expect that we would touch each other so quickly.

Come on, brother."

"Yeah, what an unexpected result, alas..." I held the No. 3 pick in my hand, wishing I could use the Great Shift technique to trade with Seattle's No. 2 pick.

My sister seemed to enjoy my distress. A doting and gentle look flashed across her eternal iceberg-like eyes: "Don't worry, let's take a look at the wonderful showdown in front of us first."

As she said that, she looked at Carlos and Seattle. She had already seen that these two people had the strength in the pseudo-realm. This battle would definitely be earth-shattering.

Seattle, who had drawn the second pick, was already shouting excitedly. His eyes were staring at Carlos like they were on fire. His undying fighting spirit drove the airflow around him, even standing there.

You can feel your skin being burned by hot steam from dozens of meters away.

Seeing that Seattlek was so excited that he was ready to move into the pseudo-realm, I couldn't help but open it immediately and have a good fight. I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh.

If this guy had participated in any sports competition in the original world, he would have been considered to have been doped and would have been dragged out and disqualified, oh, except for the national football team.

On the other hand, Carlos, facing Seattle's destructive fighting spirit, still looked like he was neither salty nor indifferent, with his hands clenched on his chest, his eyes calm, and his cold expression with absolute confidence, which could make anyone

In the Korean drama "Kimchi", the handsome young man committed suicide by jumping off a building out of shame.

Under the leadership of the old drunkard who was humming a little tune, the three of us stepped out of the ring, leaving the battlefield to two people.
Chapter completed!