"Why is my opponent you?" Looking at the fully armed dwarf who walked onto the ring, Zhang Yunfeng rolled his eyes angrily." """
He knew this dwarf. Connie also mentioned it to him a few days ago. It seems that this dwarf is the strongest person sent by the dwarf tribe to the race competition this time. His name seems to be Shaq.
His eyes swept over his armor, hammers and other iconic equipment, and then turned to the other party's right hand. Shaq was holding a small ball in his right hand, and the numbers on the ball were not too much, just right
That's twenty.
Twenty to Nineteen, I have to say, this is a coincidence. Zhang Yunfeng had a fight with the Dwarf clan a few days ago. He didn't expect that the opponent in the first game of the final qualifying match was the Dwarf clan again. I really don't know this
Is it fate or Zhang Yunfeng destined to face the dwarf clan?
"I didn't expect my opponent to be you!" When Zhang Yunfeng looked at Shaq, he also stared at the other party, and his eyes swept to the ball with nineteen printed on Zhang Yunfeng's hand. Shaq couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
He still remembers the game four days ago. The weapon called rocket launcher in the opponent's hand is no less powerful than the holy artillery level. It turns out that Cheri, who relies on the goblin artillery, is not an opponent.
, Zhang Yunfeng, who was able to defeat Cheri, knew that he was definitely not his opponent. But now that he had to bite the bullet and meet him. Even if he lost, he would have to lose valuablely. He would definitely not be able to do so.
If he surrenders, otherwise he will not be able to explain to his clan members if he returns to his clan.
Seeing the other party's bitter gourd look, Zhang Yunfeng understood after thinking for a moment, and smiled at the other party, "Don't worry, I will use rocket artillery to bombard you later. That thing is very powerful, but energy replenishment is not easy. It was just a few days ago.
I used it once, but now there is no extra energy to shoot again. I still hope to keep that little energy to defend myself in the cemetery of the gods!”
If others hear him, they will definitely think he is talking nonsense. After all, both sides are opponents now, so how could they say that their strongest weapon is so easy unless they have ulterior motives.
"So that's the case! Then I'm not afraid." But Shaq believed what Zhang Yunfeng said, smiled silly and said.
"Hey! How did you know that what I said must be the truth?" Zhang Yunfeng said with a funny look. This dwarf was too easy to believe others. He had no relatives and no reason. He casually told him why the other party believed it.
"Hehe! I see you look like an honest person, so I shouldn't lie to me." Shaq scratched his messy hair and said in a silly manner.
Zhang Yunfeng rolled his eyes and said to himself, "It's the easiest thing to deceive people. If you just look at it, you can tell the character of this person. How could the genius of the Holy See of Light have always been polite, righteousness, morality, and kindness.
If you can't become the most honest group in the world, isn't that a joke? This Shaq seems to be a real fool! He may not be sold and he has to count the money for the other party."
However, just as Zhang Yunfeng was thinking disdainfully, he heard Shaq murmur in a low voice, "I'm not a fool. Even after the Cheri's goblin cannon is fired, I have to go back and let the third elder replenish energy. There is no more than ten days to do.
It can't be used again at all. The power of your rocket launcher is no less than that of the goblin cannon. I don't believe that your rocket launcher still has energy to launch again."
Hearing this, Zhang Yunfeng had not changed his breath yet, and Haoxuan almost fainted from holding his breath.
Sure enough, the most unbelievable thing these days is the thing that looks are really scammed. This honest and honest dwarf is against the will of heaven. If Shaq hadn't kept thick calluses from his hands because of the years of ironwork.
The muscles of his body are amazingly strong and terrifyingly strong. Zhang Yunfeng really doubts whether this guy is a goblin wearing dwarf skin. It is really the most powerful argument for being honest on the outside and cunning on the inside.
Just as the two raised their eyes and looked at each other, Soto, who was standing in the central ring, saw that the first batch of players from the ten are in place, and suddenly waved his hand and said loudly, "The competition begins!"
Soto's shout fell, and at the same time, three representatives of Liberty City appeared on all ten rings, one of whom was the referee, while the other two stood at the corners of the ring, put their palms together, and their hands quickly formed.
In an instant, golden patterns flew out like jumper elves, spinning rapidly in the air.
The next moment, golden barriers rose up in all ten rings, completely covering the entire Black Stone ring.
"The City of Freedom is really a big deal! Even our empire has only a handful of god-level masters. They took out thirty in one game. This foundation is probably only the Holy See of Light, which has been swaying after tens of thousands of years of storm.
Only the undefeated forces can be compared with it." In the VIP seat, Bruze looked at the figures that appeared in the ten arenas, took a breath, shook his head and sighed. The thirty suddenly appeared on the ring
He could not even see the strength of one person. With his peak spiritual power at the Saint-level level, there was only one possibility, that is, all of these thirty people were god-level powerhouses.
"Old guy, just take it a little more! Compared with your Rockwell Empire and the City of Liberty, aren't you interested? You don't think about the time when the City of Liberty was established. Your Rockwell Empire was founded.
It's only been ten thousand years, and it's only been a few thousand years since it's been promoted to the Empire. How could it be compared to the City of Freedom?" Dimat said with a wry smile. A bitter look in his eyes quietly passed by, let alone the time to advance to the Empire is still short
The Rockwell Empire is hard to compare with the City of Freedom. Even the competition between the Sarazi Empire, which originated after the War of the Gods, at the level of top power, is not an opponent of the City of Freedom.
You should know that the City of Freedom not only has a long history, but also has a sacred place for all casual cultivators on the mainland. Because of the entrance to the cemetery of the Gods, the stability of the City of Freedom has become the goal of maintaining all forces, so here is also
It has become a utopia to avoid enemies and pursuers.
"It's not that I don't want to see it openly, but that the arm of Liberty City today is really too impoverished. A group of little kids can use to send thirty god-level strong men as referees at one time, even if there are more god-level strong men in their game.
, there is no need to show off like this! Isn’t this showing off the power of the City of Freedom to us!" Bruze said angrily.
In recent years, through shelter, Liberty City has won over many masters to join its own country. Even Sorog, the god of killing who was famous throughout the continent, was willing to become a member of Liberty City. It is conceivable that these thirty appeared today.
The god-level powerhouse is just the tip of the iceberg of the strength of Freedom City, and it is also the best time for them to take the opportunity to declare their deterrent power to major forces.
"You think so, you're very wrong." Dimat was so funny that he heard that Bruze was so angry because of this reason, but he knew that Bruze had been in the Rockwell Empire for many years and did not come often.
Walking outside, not understanding some things, he immediately chuckled and explained, "You have watched the race competition before, but naturally I don't know that sending god-level experts to be responsible for the final qualifying competition is already the custom of Freedom City.
The third race competition began and has been circulating until now. It is just because Liberty City is used to being low-key and most people are unaware of the referees on the stage, so this matter has made most people not understand the inside story.”
"So that's how it is!" Hearing this, Bruze realized that he was wrong and stroked his beard awkwardly; "But is the City of Freedom too fussy? Isn't it just a group of young people who are not even at the Saint level?
Is it a game? It’s important to use a god-level expert as a referee, and three more are produced at a time.”
There was a faint sourness in his voice. I thought I was very dissatisfied with the behavior of "trampling on talents" in Freedom City. I thought that he, the dean of Bruze's royal magic martial arts academy, had not even reached the level of the gods.
But the city of Freedom treats the god-level powerful man as a soldier. Isn’t this obviously making him unable to get over the face?
As if seeing Bruze's idea, Dimat shook his head and said angrily; "Of course you think this is a useless person, but you don't think about it. Who wouldn't be wrong with the major forces' emphasis on rankings in the qualifying competition?
Give those players a trump card. Just like the competition between the players and dwarves in your academy a few days ago, with those two weapons, their combat power can almost compete with ordinary holy masters. If it weren't for Sorog's
If the God of Killing is present, he will probably hurt outsiders by mistake. If he uses three god-level masters, he will have no choice but to do it. If the outsiders are injured due to the competition, will you be responsible for being the City of Freedom?"
The old face turned red, and Bruze was speechless by Dimat.
On the other side of the Black Stone Arena, Zhang Yunfeng and Shaq heard the signal of the start of the game and held their weapons in their hands. The true energy and fighting spirit surged at the same time and killed each other.
Shaq held a shield in one hand and a hammer in the other. His speed did not slow down due to the armor on his body. He launched a charge against the shield on his left shoulder, and held the hammer in his right hand, preparing to launch an attack at any time.
Seeing the opponent attacking him like a Roman gladiator, Zhang Yunfeng grinned, held a terrifying silver hammer, and took a little under his feet, directly facing Shaq who was charging forward.
The two collided in the blink of an eye.
"bump!"
A crisp metal collision sounded melodiously, and the two figures took a few steps back one after another.
"Hehe! Your strength is so great! It actually knocked me away." Shak smiled silly, his eyes flashed under his thick eyebrows, he put away his shield, took out another hammer, held the double hammer, and fought in his body.
He secretly saved up and was ready to launch a thunder strike.
He shook his numb arms and listened to the other party's words, Zhang Yunfeng was speechless at the moment.
"I have a lot of strength, but I can't resist your savage collision. I really don't know how this guy grows up. Such a small body can burst out with such an impact. It's almost up to the impact of the missile, which shocked me.
My arms are numb. Forget it, the hero will not suffer any loss in front of him. You want to fight, but I won’t be with you anymore.”
Before Shaq could attack again, Zhang Yunfeng suddenly held his stomach and squatted down, waved to the referee not far away with a painful look on his face; "Referee! I have a stomachache and can't continue to beat him anymore, I want to abstain!
”
Zhang Yunfeng's words were a slap in a flash. Not only was Shaq who was ready to go on, but the referee there, even Dimat, Bruze, who was even more distant.
Elve Elder Vinina...everyone present who could hear his words was silent.
This is the situation of the gods. Why did you surrender suddenly while fighting? You still have a stomachache? This reason... Very good and powerful!
Looking at the race competition that has been held for tens of thousands of years, countless people surrendered voluntarily, and even those who were defeated or even killed were insignificant.
But even if you use stomachache as a reason to abstain from the rule, this is definitely the first time that you can see the records of previous race competitions in Liberty City.
"Bang!"
Bruze was holding a glass of wine and was about to drink it in his mouth when he suddenly heard Zhang Yunfeng's words. In absent mind, he even crushed the wine glass without knowing it. Fortunately, his strength had already reached the peak of the holy level.
, it is only one step away from the god level. The body has been tempered by elements for countless meditations, so it has not been cut through the palm of the hand.
But at this time, Bruze had no time to care about it. He couldn't even care about the crumbs left in his hand and the large robe that had been splashed by the wine. His eyes were wide open, his face was full of disbelief, and he was sucking.
Air conditioning; "Old Monster Di, did you hear it just now, what did that kid say?"
Seeing his old friend grabbing his shoulder, his eyes were filled with hope, which made people feel pity when they saw it. Although Dimat knew that this result had a major blow to Bruze, the facts were the facts after all, and he sighed
, said, "Don't be too discouraged, after all, your academy has also entered the top 100 and has a quota for entering the cemetery of the Gods, right?"
Dimat's words seemed to comfort Bruze, but in fact they reminded him that Zhang Yunfeng had indeed surrendered just now.
Originally, I was vaguely expecting all this to be an illusion, but now after Dimat's confirmation, Bruze finally accepted this fact. The player he had always had high hopes for had only passed the opponent in the most important qualifying match.
With one move, he surrendered directly, and the reason was such a big excuse for such a traumatic stomachache.
"This bastard, let's see how I deal with him when I go back." He felt very angry, and finally turned into a sigh. Bruze gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of regret.
In the Black Stone Arena, Shaq had not yet come back to his senses from the sudden victory, and looked confused.
The referee saw Zhang Yunfeng's gesture, walked over, looked at Zhang Yunfeng, who was squatting on the ground with his face almost squeezing into a ball, and asked, "This player, you are sure that you have lost the ability to fight because of a stomachache.
, can't continue the game?"
Especially when it comes to losing combat ability and continuing to play, the referee deliberately increased his accent. With his eyesight, he couldn't tell that Zhang Yunfeng was pretending. If his stomach hurts so much that he can't continue to fight, how could he follow him before
The dwarf fought no matter how far, but the play was too fake, and even he couldn't stand it.
"Brother, you have such a good eye!" Zhang Yunfeng looked familiar and covered his stomach shamelessly, saying, "I accidentally suffered some internal injuries a few days ago, but it has not healed yet.
, Just now, the attack with this Shaq was 1,800, which not only caused a new injury, but also caused the old injury to recur. The new injury to the old illness also occurred. It was like there were countless knives in my Five Insect Temple.
, If I don’t surrender and go back for treatment immediately, my life will probably be lost.”
The referee also knew that Zhang Yunfeng was just pretending, but since the other party had decided to surrender, he was too lazy to say anything more. He exchanged a few glances with his two companions on the ring and immediately said, "I announce this game,
The winner of the dwarf Shaq.”
After hearing the referee's announcement, the square was in an uproar again.
It turned out to be true. Some people actually gave up the competition because of such a bad reason for stomachache. This situation is still unheard of. Compared to today, it will quickly spread throughout the mainland, so that everyone can recognize this person.
A stomachache brother who gave up the right.
"You mean I won this game?" Until the referee made the final decision, Shaq finally came to his senses. His honest face was full of disbelief. Even he himself could believe that this game must be a battle in his imagination.
The result of the competition is like this, which is too dramatic.
"Yes, you can go down and rest and prepare for tomorrow's game!" The referee glanced at Shaq and nodded.
As soon as the eyes changed, the referee then looked at Zhang Yunfeng who was still squatting on the other end, frowned: "Didn't you say that your stomach hurts so much that you can't bear it, you're almost worried about your life, why are you still squatting here? Why don't you go find it immediately
Sacrifice and healing.”
"Yes, yes!" Zhang Yunfeng responded, waved to Shaq, who had just come to his senses, and then jumped onto the Sky-Treading Stone beside the ring and left the ring swayingly.
Looking at his clean and neat movements, Shaq looked at the referee and looked at each other. Is this guy really sick? Why do I see his movements more easily than me? Is this a 'patient', what should be done?
The game on the No. 10 ring has come to an end, but many people's eyes are still focused here. Since the referee announced the result of the game, most of the eyes of the audience have turned to this side. Although they are a little surprised and surprised, those people
I don’t care much about whether Zhang Yunfeng has hidden strength.
When most of the audience came, the tragic level of the game a few days ago was extraordinary. Facing the bombardment of two energy comparable to the Saint-level powerhouse, Zhang Yunfeng was still able to jump around now. Against this, he met.
It is normal for the masters of the Dwarf clan to be unable to defeat him. However, if they can hear the real reason for Zhang Yunfeng's surrender clearly, I don't know how many people will fall into their eyes.
Zhang Yunfeng shrugged indifferently at those eyes that were filled with emotions. He took advantage of his free time and looked at the rings around him from time to time.
Except for the competition in the No. 10 are over early due to his surrender, the competition in the other are still in full swing. While patrolling, I happened to see the young man in white defeating his opponent with a arrogant look on his face.