The next day, the Tariq Fighting Tournament continued. This time the game is different from the last time. If the last time was more inclined to the so-called battle royale, this time the game is more like a 1v1v1v1v1v1 indiscriminate fighting.
The rules of this game are very simple. Ten people enter the arena, select their opponents and then engage in one-on-one combat. The battle process will be protected and will not be disturbed until one party admits defeat or is beaten to the point of unconsciousness. After a one-on-one battle, the winner is not allowed to be challenged for a short period of time and will be given a break.
It seems that the rules of this game are very simple and clear, that is, ten people fight one on one, and the winner continues to fight with the winner until the final winner is determined. But in fact, the essence of this battle is not that simple. Because this game does not stipulate how many times a person must accept the challenge, that is to say, if your hiding ability is strong enough, you can wait for others to decide the final winner, and then pick the peaches while he is exhausted.
There are many strategies and plans. For example, the last runner-up, Mr. Sike, who was "cared for" by Zhou Li and Huang Yi in turns, avoided the war of attrition in this game and won directly with one move in the final stage. Advance. Of course, this does not violate the spirit of warriors, it is a strategy.
At this time, Zhou Li was standing in the preparation area, with a cloth bag hanging behind him. He sat on the sofa and looked at the contestants around him, showing a kind smile from time to time. When other people saw this kind smile, they could only force a smile and pull the corners of their mouths to show their smiles.
In fact, when they found themselves in the same arena as Zhou Li, they were ready to admit defeat. They had no intention of resisting at all. After all, the last one named Sike was undergoing mental rehabilitation in Tariq No. 3 Mental Hospital two days ago. It is unknown whether he has been discharged from the hospital now.
If you lose the game, you lose. If you lose the person, you are really gone.
Looking at the sanctimonious smiling faces of the people around him, Zhou Li suddenly felt a little bored. He knew that today's game might not give him much room to operate, and the three-color dazzling lights he had newly researched might not be of use.
Alas, why is this happening?
Zhou Li sighed helplessly. He didn't know why everyone treated him specially. Obviously he wants to integrate into the lives of ordinary people, compete with them in the same games, have the same fights, and have the same feelings, but why do everyone treat him with respect and never accept him?
Thinking of this, Zhou Li felt sad, and the wine in his hand became bland and tasteless. He put his cool three-color glare pink cat fist aside and slumped on the sofa doing nothing, waiting for his turn to compete.
"Dudududu!"
Accompanied by the sound of musical instruments whose timbre was somewhat similar to that of a suona, the battle preparation area where Zhou Li was located suddenly fell silent. Some of the people who were talking and laughing had faces ashen as death, while others had faces full of determination, like soldiers preparing to go to the battlefield. Tragic. Zhou Li didn't bother to care about this. He just carried his boxing gloves and walked into the competition venue.
Soon, ten people stood in the virtual battlefield, and a dense forest suddenly covered the venue. Soon, the sound of salutes filled the sky and the game officially began.
After clearing the jungle, I saw Zhou Li with a kind face and holding a cat fist. This lucky young contestant was fearless and calm. When Zhou Li crushed the ground with his foot and hit him like a cannonball, the contestants raised their hands and shouted angrily:
"I surrender!!!!!"
The pink glove was only one centimeter away from his face, and Zhou Li's face was full of regret. Looking at the young man with a calm expression and standard French military salute in front of him, Zhou Li sighed, waved his hand, and left.
The young man who had escaped the disaster breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Zhou Li's retreating figure. For some reason, the audience who had been holding their breath suddenly burst into loud cheers, as if it was not Zhou Li who had defeated Zhou Li, but this young man.
"I surrender."
"surrender."
"Please."
"send."
Zhou Li walked around the forest with a numb look on his face. At this time, his face was expressionless and his heart was as clear as ice. He looked like Wu Jing. It was the first time that he felt so powerless, and it was also the first time that he hated so much why he could choose to surrender and why he couldn't fight to the death openly. Now he misses Don Quixote very much and misses those knights with only one brain left.
After a boring "battle", Zhou Li stood on the stage representing the winner with a "surprised face", holding up a pink cat fist and greeting the surroundings expressionlessly. Everyone doesn’t understand why this person has such a stern face even though he has clearly won, but the program effect of this game is quite good. After all, everyone is tired of watching "crush wherever he goes", this kind of " This is the first time I’ve seen people raise their hands and surrender wherever they go.”
After all, only the Pink Cat Fist has such power. Normally, even if this group of warriors knew they were invincible, they would still try to challenge and compete to see if they could make any progress. But the Pink Cat Boxing is really not good. Being hit by this thing is not a physical problem, but also a big mental problem.
"It's boring."
After enjoying the bustling and joyful atmosphere of the day, Ivey and others booked a box to enjoy the luxurious life of a capitalist. After pushing the door and entering the box, ignoring Lin Zi who was gloating about Zhou Li's misfortune and shouting about how terrifying Zhou Li was, Zhou Li slumped down next to Eluma, leaned on her shoulder, and sighed.
"boring."
"Be good, it's okay. I'll have a chance next time."
Eluma smiled and rubbed Zhou Li's shoulders, her eyes bent into two crescent moons, which was really cute. Azi, who was on the side, patted Zhou Li on the shoulder with a smile and asked him: "How are you? Master Brave? Doesn't it feel good to see one surrender? Is there any pride among the warriors in their hearts?"
"I just feel that these people can't afford to play, and they have no warrior spirit at all."
Zhou Li started the classic double-standard session in an ordinary manner. This B completely forgot that he was a cross-level abuser, and he was still using the cross-level abuser. But he doesn't care, he only cares about his own calamity.
"If you hadn't come to Baiyin to abuse food, your words would have been convincing."
After Azi complained in a serious manner, she happily prepared to watch Torea's game. However, at this moment, Zhou Li suddenly thought of his good brother. Huang Yi's competition time was right behind Zhou Li. After hearing the familiar announcement, Zhou Li stood up happily and looked at Huang Yi's competition venue.
At this time, Huang Yi was dressed in a cheap white warrior uniform with a bandage on his head, pretending to stand there with his eyes closed to rest. To be honest, if you ignore the 60cm pink mace behind his back, Huang Yi's appearance is still very deceptive. After all, he is still the Pope of the church, and his temperament and body posture are not much different.
But no matter how he beautifies it or describes it, Huang Yi can't hide his pink 60-centimeter barbed mace. If the contestants in Zhou Li's preparation table were ashen-faced, then Huang Yi's opponents could be said to be as if they were mourning for their heirs. Everyone's face was full of despair and pain, and it felt like they were not here to compete at all, but as if they were attending a funeral for themselves.
Soon, the competition prompt sounded. Zhou Li saw the surprise on his good brother's face and the joy of releasing his inhibitions, and also saw his flying footsteps.
Then the referee spoke.
"Contestant number one, Moose Caston, surrenders."
"Contestant No. 2, Kuntut Kaurasi, Surrenders"
"Contestant No. 3, Benbutala Istan, surrenders."
"Contestant No. 4, Luan Kaqi Han, surrenders"
"Contestant No. 5, Zhukov Wei, Surrenders"
…
Without even meeting each other, the moment the match was announced, nine voices of surrender rang out in unison. Huang Yi's excited expression suddenly froze on his face, and Li Xian's arrow stayed sluggishly in place. He stared blankly around him, at the empty arena, at the referee who was impatient but did not dare to say anything and urged him to leave the field. Huang Yi fell silent.
This time, the audience burst into long-lasting applause and cheers. This is also the first time that so many people are paying attention to the silver-level competition group. Even the bright people next door who are preparing for the competition have many people paying attention to the silver group, looking forward to the appearance of bad and ruthless work.
And now, "nine consecutive direct surrenders within one minute of the start of the game", which has no record in Tariq's history, was born. It can be said that this record will be unprecedented and unprecedented, and it is an achievement that Tariq will bring into the family tree even if he destroys the country. But now, the person who has 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 feel the same way.
Just after Huang Yi provided all the old ladies and old men in Tariq with something to talk about after dinner for four years, the game on Torea's side officially started. Just like Baiyin, ten people are assigned to start the battle together, and the rules are quite different.
But due to the absence of the mysterious Hathaway Louis, with the blessing of the mysterious power from the East, Torea was lucky enough to get a bye, which attracted the envy of others. But only Tia Zhouli and others knew that it was not she who was lucky enough to receive Tolea's bye, but her opponents.
After all, a fool who gives blessings at twelve quarters is not something these warriors can deal with.
For example, Xing Daorong.
In fact, Zhou Li, Torreya, and Don Quixote all forgot the specific name of Xing Daorong in the ring, because no one was too lazy to remember it. They only knew that Zhou Li would say "Xing Daorong" to this person when he got interested, and gradually everyone Started calling him Xing Daorong. As a missed promotion last time, who is our Mr. Xing Daorong’s opponent this time?
Don Quixote.
Yes, Don Quixote.
Seeing Don Quixote in front of him with his right arm wrapped in a bandage and exuding a strong smell of medicine, Xing Daorong, holding a long knife, fell silent. After a long time, he looked at Don Quixote's right arm and asked with a strange expression: "Did you just finish the fight? Why didn't I hear the elimination message?"
"The challenge has begun, get ready."
Don Quixote was too lazy to talk to Xing Daorong. After bowing, he drew out his sword and looked at Xing Daorong calmly. Xing Daorong himself looked at Don Quixote, who was smelling of medicine and covered in injuries, and frowned and asked:
"Can you do it? The difference between you and the disabled is that you smell stronger than them. If you can't do it, tell the referee not to fight."
"well."
Don Quixote sighed, and then said seriously: "First of all, thank you for your concern."
"It's not that I don't care. You are in such a miserable state. Hurry up and find the referee and go to the hospital..."
Before Xing Daorong could finish speaking, Don Quixote stretched out his hand to interrupt him, and said solemnly: "Secondly, I want to remind you."
With a heavy tap of his right foot, Don Quixote instantly turned into a moving storm of swords and swept towards Xing Daorong.
"I'm strong."
In the audience, Zhou Li looked at the beaten Xing Daorong with a look of dismay on his face, and was amazed. It was hard for him to imagine that a person could be beaten first by Torea, then by himself, and finally by Don Quixote. It must have been that I dug several graves and broke up several marriages in my previous life to create such a bad fate.
Soon, the battle in the audience came to an end, and Xing Daorong lived up to expectations and was happily sent away by Don Quixote. It was obvious that Don Quixote didn't put much effort into dealing with Xing Daorong. Soon, Don Quixote dealt with the remaining opponents with an expression of ease and was qualified to advance.
Regarding this result, people like Azi are not surprised at all. After all, for other warriors, Don Quixote, who had fought more than once on the battlefield with real weapons and swords, had a great advantage. The momentum and will of most people were completely suppressed by Don Quixote, and half of them were lost before the fight even started.
There is no way, who knows that Don Quixote is a person who has seen the world. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to face the death of the twelve-minute righteous god, the death of the ancient god, and the brave man's death.
Don Quixote calmly accepted the flowers and compliments from the audience, but was neither arrogant nor arrogant. He simply thanked those who cheered for her. After receiving the badge representing promotion, Don Quixote left the arena, found Torea, said hello to Tia, and returned to Zhou Li's box.
"Well played."
Seeing Don Quixote's appearance, Zhou Li praised him. Don Quixote did not refuse, but nodded and admitted. After all, she really fought well this time. After all, her right arm suffered a comminuted fracture. Even if the injury was not serious, it still had a big impact. However, Don Quixote won with a crushing advantage. This was not easy. of.
"Then get ready."
Zhou Li stood up from the sofa, patted the non-existent dust, and then said to Don Quixote, Eluma, Torea and Lin Zi who were staying in the box: "At this time tomorrow, we will It’s time to take action.”
"Don't forget the performance for Yin Jue."
