As soon as Qin Lang entered the arena, the scene in front of him immediately changed. It turned out to be a huge desert, endless and empty as far as the eye could see.
Not far in front of Qin Lang, a silver-armored warrior stood in the sky.
"I'm the Silver Armored Warrior of the Thirteenth Team of the Galaxy Squadron, Lu Zhongliang." The Silver Armored Warrior shouted softly.
"I'm the seventh team of silver-armored warriors from the Suyi team, Jukeng." Qin Lang nodded and said with cupped hands.
"Oh? Are you from the seventh team?" Lu Zhongliang said in surprise. Among the dozens of teams in the entire Dominion Legion, Team Su Yi has always been at the forefront, and the seventh team of Team Su Yi is even worse.
Have a great reputation.
"That's right." Qin Lang nodded. Seeing the surprised expression on his opponent's face, Qin Lang's face also became proud. This is a name. Just by stating his name, the opponent looked very scared.
Indeed, when Lu Zhongliang heard that Qin Lang was from the seventh team of the Suyi team, he had a very lonely expression on his face. He was originally very ambitious and wanted to fight, but who knew that he would encounter a strong opponent as soon as he arrived?
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However, for a warrior, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he will never back down, and even if he knows that it will be a failure, he will never escape.
"Drink!" Lu Zhongliang shouted, and a powerful wave of energy suddenly erupted from his body. A pair of huge wings spread out behind him. With his wings spread, he flew towards Qin Lang at lightning speed.
"Hahaha! Good time!" Qin Lang laughed, waved his hand, and a golden spear appeared in his hand. With a swing of his arm, the shadows of huge spears flashed between the sky and the earth.
Lu Zhongliang's eyes condensed, the wings behind his back fluttered, and his figure continued to change in the air, avoiding the shadow of the gun while quickly approaching Qin Lang.
"Good movement!" Qin Lang exclaimed in admiration. He knew that under his opponent's swift movement, his spear could not touch the opponent's body at all, so he simply let go, the spear disappeared, and the bridge knife was in his hand.
Give it a light chop.
Snap!
A flash of lightning flashed in the air, and Lu Zhongliang's phantom-like figure suddenly stopped and froze in the air.
"What kind of sword technique is this?" Lu Zhongling slowly folded the wings behind her and asked softly.
"Thunder Sword Technique!" Qin Lang had already put away the Bridge Sword, clapped his hands and said with a smile.
"Mountain Thunder Sword Technique? You really deserve this name! Cough cough cough..." As soon as Lu Zhongliang finished speaking, he coughed violently. On his chest, a shocking knife mark was connected diagonally from his left shoulder.
On the right side of the abdomen, due to the speed, no blood has flowed out of the wound until now.
"This is a health elixir. After taking it, you can quickly repair injuries." Qin Lang popped out a green elixir, circled around and then flew directly into Lu Zhongliang's mouth.
"Thank you, Brother Jukeng." After Lu Zhongliang took the elixir, he fell directly to the desert and began to refine the medicine and repair his injuries.
"The battle between No. 18 and No. 66, the winner is No. 66." The referee's voice suddenly appeared without any emotion, like a machine.
As soon as this voice appeared, the injured Lu Zhongliang was wrapped in a ball of white light and sent out of the ring, while Qin Lang was pulled out of the ring by a force and appeared outside the ring.
After coming out, I looked around and saw that it was empty. Qin Lang was the first one to come out victoriously.
"One hundred and twenty-eight, two by two, it will take seven rounds of competition to determine the final winner." Qin Lang counted on his fingers, then patted his forehead and let out a long sigh.
"If you think it's too slow, you can challenge him to a full round." The referee glanced at Qin Lang and said coldly.
"Oh? What is a full challenge?" Qin Lang did not expect that the referee would talk to him.
"One person challenges everyone, and after defeating all opponents, you will be the winner of this competition." The referee said lightly, with a hint of disdain in his tone. In his memory, the Silver Armor-level all-league challenge is the only one.
Appeared three times, both times ended in failure, and almost died in the ring. The only one who succeeded, that person finally won the first place in the Silver Armor level.
In the opinion of this referee, Qin Lang obviously does not have this ability.
Who knew that when Qin Lang heard this, his eyes immediately lit up and he said excitedly: "Hey, this is a good idea, you can try it. Such a competition is too slow."
"What? You want to try? Did I hear you right?" The referee suddenly turned his head and glared at Qin Lang. He thought his words would scare Qin Lang, but he didn't expect that this guy actually said he wanted to try.
"Huh? Is there a problem? Are there any restrictions on the full challenge?" Qin Lang asked with a frown. He thought he was not qualified to apply for the full challenge.
"No, no, no, there are no restrictions on the challenge. Anyone can apply. However, fighting dozens of fighters of the same level by one person is not something ordinary people can do." The referee said solemnly.
said.
"Oh, as long as there are no conditions, then I will apply for the full challenge." Qin Lang said with a smile, looking relaxed.
"You have to think carefully, this is no joke. There is no shot limit in the full ring challenge, which means that it is possible for you to die in the ring." There was a trace of solemnity on the referee's face.
, he did not expect that he would actually meet someone who applied for the full challenge in person.
"It's okay, it's okay, I will be merciful." Qin Lang said with a smile.
"Fuck!" the referee yelled in his heart, took a deep breath, and said in a low tone: "Let me ask you for the last time, are you sure you want to apply for the full challenge?"
"Well, that's right." Qin Lang nodded and said loudly, eager to give it a try.
"Okay! No matter how strong you are, I admire your courage and courage." The referee gave Qin Lang a fist, then covered the roster in his hand and punched Qin Lang down the ring.
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After the punch was fired, the entire arena suddenly erupted into a dazzling beam of light, rising into the sky and shooting into the vast starry sky.
"The game is suspended, everyone leaves the ring." the referee shouted loudly.
Everyone in the ring was enveloped in a ball of white light at the same time, and they were all pulled out of the ring. This made some soldiers in silver armor who didn't know why complain loudly.
"What's going on? I was about to win, why did the competition stop suddenly?"
"I finally gained the upper hand, how could I stop the game for no reason?"
"The rules of the competition are very clear. No one is allowed to interfere with the progress of the competition. If I can't give a reasonable explanation, I won't give up."
Most of the people clamoring like this are those who have the upper hand in the competition, or are about to win. Naturally, they are unwilling and filled with righteous indignation.
The referee was not angry at these clamors and questions. If it were him, he would definitely be dissatisfied. However, there was nothing that could be done about it. The game had to be suspended because someone had applied for a full challenge.
"No. 66 applies for a full challenge. All competitions must be suspended." The referee said solemnly.
"What? Apply for full competition?"
"Isn't it? Which guy is so arrogant? Is he looking for death?"
"Damn it, no wonder we have to stop our competition. It turns out that someone wants to challenge us all?"
"Who is No. 66? I want to see what he has the ability to challenge all of us!"
Qin Lang was the first to win and leave the ring. In other words, there are still 126 silver-armored warriors left. This is not much different from applying from the beginning.
"Number 66, are you sure you want to apply for the full challenge?" The competition has been suspended, which actually means that Qin Lang's application has taken effect. However, the referee still seemed a little unconvinced and asked again.
"Well, yes, I'm sure." Qin Lang replied softly. As soon as he spoke, everyone's eyes focused on him.
"Oh? Is that guy No. 66? He doesn't look like anything special."
"Is he a hidden master? How dare he challenge us all?"
"Which team is he from? Why haven't I seen him before?"
Everyone was talking about it. There were a billion people in the Dominion Legion, and there were tens of millions of soldiers in silver armor alone. It was normal for them not to know each other.
"Huh? That guy seems to be from Team Suyi." Suddenly a voice sounded.
"Oh? How did you know?"
"Nonsense, I'm from the Suyi team. I seemed to have seen him when we were lining up just now." The man said in a low voice, and then suddenly shouted after a while.
"I remember, this guy is..." The man's voice stopped suddenly, as if he had been cut off by a knife in the air.
"What is he? Just finish your sentence." Someone next to him asked immediately.
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, I seem to have remembered it wrong." The man scratched his head and said slightly embarrassed.
"Tch, crazy." Several people nearby booed.
The man swallowed his saliva and nodded towards Qin Lang.
Qin Lang also nodded, feeling relieved.
That moment just now scared Qin Lang quite a bit, because the man almost told that Qin Lang was a relative of the General Jade Dragon, the God of War. If the news got out, it would cause quite a stir. Fortunately for Qin Lang,
Lang sent a message in time to stop him, and promised to support the man more when he became successful in the future, which made the man shut up.
Seeing that Qin Lang had made up his mind, the referee stopped asking too many questions. He lowered his head and recorded something on the roster, then raised his head and asked: "Which fighting method do you choose to challenge?"
"Is there a choice?" Qin Lang asked in surprise.
"Of course, there are two ways. To put it simply, it's either a wheel battle or a group fight. Which one do you choose?" As soon as the referee said this, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Wagons and gang fights?" Qin Lang was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.
Wheel fighting means that Qin Lang fights alone, and everyone goes up to challenge one by one. Qin Lang must defeat everyone to win. Group fighting is very clear from the literal meaning. Everyone fights together, and everyone must be knocked down.
To win, the former requires the challenger to be powerful, have a long breath, and be able to support a long-term battle. The latter requires the challenger to be strong enough to fight against the crowd, with one against a hundred.
"The reason why I applied for the all-round challenge is to save time. If it's a wheel battle, it will be slower. So, let's fight in a group. Let's all fight together."