Chapter 442 The final begins! Battle with Tang San! This guy wants a string of seven????
"What do you think of the opponents we need to face in the finals?"
Tang San raised his eyebrows and asked again.
"right!"
The host nodded.
Tang San smiled and shook his head slowly.
Holding a soul-guided loudspeaker in hand, facing the audience of more than 100,000 people,
"What's there to see?"
"It's just a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals. You can break them with just a raise of your hands."
"Wow!"
The whole place was in a commotion again. Even before the competition, the smell of gunpowder was so strong, which greatly increased their interest.
The audience always looked at the excitement and did not take the matter too seriously. Tang San's arrogant and contemptuous remarks undoubtedly hit their point.
The host smiled and smoothed things over: "I understand, player Tang San must have contempt in mentality and attach importance to tactics."
"No!"
Tang San interrupted him.
He looked at the audience with disdain and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"That's what I've always wanted to say."
"In this competition, there is no one who can compete. It's boring, so boring."
"Boom!"
The audience was in an uproar again, everyone was staring at the stage. Tang San's remarks undoubtedly added infinite fun to this competition.
In the participants' rest area, the members of each team all stood up and glared at Tang San.
Because Tang San's words just now made them all mocked.
"Tang San, what do you mean!" Feng Xiaotian, who was sitting at the Divine Wind Academy with his face wrapped in gauze, asked Tang San.
"What do I mean?"
Tang San smiled, "What I want to say is that everyone here is rubbish."
In an instant, all the team members were excited and the entire audience was in an uproar.
"Amazing, amazing!"
"Since ancient times, which young man has the confidence to make fun of the world's elites? This guy is incredible."
"Ma De, what is a young man? This is what a young man is. If you are not passionate, how can you be called a young man?"
"If he can win the championship today, with his domineering attitude of defying all the heroes in the world, he will have a promising future."
The host added from the side: "Your opponent Luo Yu also pushed his opponent all the way to the finals before."
"I wonder what you think of the duel with him?"
Tang San turned his head and aimed his gaze at him.
The host who watched this was furious in his heart.
Tang San smiled disdainfully, said nothing, just raised his hand, gave a thumbs up, and turned it over again.
"Ahem."
The host laughed dryly and said: "It can be seen that player Tang San is very confident in his own strength and is determined to win the championship in this competition."
Tang San remained silent and stood there.
The host returned to the center of the ring and stretched his hand to the other side.
"Next, we invite Team Tianshui to take the stage."
"Think, thump!"
The sound of a wheelchair sliding was heard.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Um?"
A series of doubtful voices sounded, attracting the attention of all the tens of thousands of spectators.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on the position where Team Tianshui took the stage.
I saw all the beautiful girls from Tianshui College standing under the stage, motionless, watching a figure come onto the stage.
Luo Yu slid his wheelchair to the stage alone.
There was no gorgeous leap, nor any dazzling skills, just a simple slide of the wheelchair onto the stage.
The audience was a little confused, what does this mean?
Send someone up to surrender?
No way.
The host was also a little confused and didn't understand what Team Tianshui was doing.
"Player Luo Yu, may I ask your team what this means?"
Luo Yu seemed a little sleepy and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Means nothing."
"That's right, I will compete alone in this competition."
"Going to fight alone?" the host looked surprised.
Noisy discussions also broke out in the audience.
"Fuck, what do you mean?"
"Are you going to fight seven of them by yourself?"
"Can anyone tell me if I'm dreaming that a cripple is going to fight seven?? You're right!"
"I understand, this is obviously because you think you can't beat the opponent, and then you send someone on stage so that you can have an excuse even if you lose."
"That's it, it must be that way."
"How about you expect a lame man with limited mobility to beat him seven times? Damn it, stop joking, okay?"
"Aren't you going to be beaten to death within three seconds?"
The audience didn't think Luo Yu was crazy, but no one believed he could win. After all, Tang San opposite him was not a vegetarian.
We basically reached a consensus that the Tianshui team knew they were losing, and in order to save face, they sent Luo Yu to the stage alone.
You won’t lose face if you lose.
"Ahem."
The host took a deep breath.
"Contestant Luo Yu, this is the final of the Continental Senior Soul Master Competition. It's not something to be trifled with. Are you sure you're not joking?"
Luo Yu yawned and waved slowly.
"No need to say more, let's get started."
"I'm in a hurry."
"this……"
The host was frozen in place for a while, and there was no movement.
He is very confused now.
This was the first time he had seen Tang San so arrogant.
He had never heard of such a casual contestant as Luo Yu.
When others reached the finals, they were either shivering or full of fighting spirit.
This guy is so nice, he has a nonchalant look on his face, and he follows me slowly as if he was going shopping.
The host wanted to scold me, "Brother, can you please serve some snacks?"
This is the finals!
Whoever wins will become famous!!
The host turned his attention to the outside of the court, where the girls from Team Tianshui stood obediently below.
Like an obedient little daughter-in-law, she has no intention of going on stage.
He swallowed and reiterated to Luo Yu: "Player Luo Yu, are you sure you will fight against the seven opponents alone?"
"Is there any problem?" Luo Yu raised his eyebrows.
"It's okay, that's okay, but there are seven people on the other side, and your legs..."
The host hesitated.
To be honest, he was more inclined to support the talkative and low-key Luo Yu than the extremely arrogant Tang San.
Luo Yu stretched his waist and said calmly as if talking about ordinary things: "The gap caused by the gap in strength can never be bridged by the number of people."
"hiss--"
The host's body was shaken.
For some reason, his scalp felt numb for a moment.
He didn't feel any momentum from Luo Yu, and Luo Yu's tone wasn't domineering, but it just gave him a different feeling.
This feeling is indescribable.
"I wonder what player Luo Yu thinks of Tang San who you need to fight this time?"
Luo Yu glanced at the seven people opposite.
"I hope they can keep their bright smiles forever."
"I hope this game will not leave a shadow on their lives that they will never forget."
Luo Yu's words once again aroused heated discussion.
"Damn it, I'm so cool in an instant. How can this guy have the confidence to say such a thing?"
"How confident are you that you can fight seven against one?"
"Stop talking, I'm so curious about the outcome of today's game."
"Come on, it doesn't matter. Seven against one, even a fool knows who can win."
"Good guys, these two in the ring are better at showing off than the other."
The host saw the commotion in the auditorium outside the venue and felt that the audience's enthusiasm had been aroused.
Immediately stepped aside.
The field was left to the two teams.
No, it shouldn't be said to be two.
Instead, one person faced off against an elite team of seven...
(End of chapter)
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