Chapter 1163 The shocking combat power shakes the nine states, I am invincible in Daxia!

"How can it be!"

"This is impossible!"

Zhao Yingtian held his head, never expecting that his grandson, who had never known each other since old age, could be so strong.

He beat up his own grandson, who he was so proud of.

Isn't this Luo Yu a false god's son? How could he be so ridiculously strong?

Zhao Yingtian has lived his whole life and been in power for countless years, but he has never experienced such a slap in the face.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

He couldn't figure out why such a strange situation happened.

The plan to pretend to be the Son of God was made by them in advance, but how did it come true?

This is unscientific.

Of course it can be seen in his eyes that Luo Yu has shown no signs of using his full strength in actual combat until now.

And his grandson was already fighting for his life.

Even if he goes all out now, if he doesn't use the powerful magic weapon of the family, he is probably no match for this grandson, and will be defeated by Luo Yu?

How many years has Zhao Yingtian been practicing? How many years can Luo Yu have to practice after all?

"Lao Luo, what on earth is going on!!!"

Zhu Wuli's mouth was bitter, his old face was slapped, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He didn't expect that first Zhu Tiangang of his own family would be defeated easily, and then Zhao Yunliu, one of the top four families, would also be completely defeated. It was simply outrageous.

The problem is that the six of them had previously joined forces to declare that Luo Yu, the Son of God, was a fake.

The result came so quickly.

Zhu Wuwu and Zhao Yingtian screamed the loudest, and were beaten the hardest in the end.

As for the head of the Li family and the head of the Sun family, they didn't even dare to fart. They hid in the corner with a bitter face and didn't dare to push them even if they were in trouble.

After all, they were even worse. Their proud genius fell in the third round.

Didn't even make it to the fourth round.

Compete with Luo Yu on your head?

Now I wish I could find a crack in the ground to crawl in or escape from here.

The heads of the Liu and Xiang families managed to remain calm on the outside, but to be honest, they felt a little guilty because Luo Yu's current display of strength was too domineering.

He was able to imitate Zhao Yunliu's skills on the spot and deal with him. This can no longer be summed up in one word: miraculous skills. It was like a heifer going to heaven.

So awesome, so cruel.

Cao Xiong and Qin Zheng looked at each other and smiled evilly. They didn't say anything, and they were already happy. At the same time, they were secretly glad that they didn't get involved with these six tigers, otherwise they would have been slapped in the face.

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Survived.

Survived!!!

Cao Xiong snickered secretly and said that Luo Yu was very weird and didn't look like a false god.

Although I don't know where the problem is.

But his feeling was not wrong after all.

The only problem now is that his grandson must not encounter Luo Yu in advance.

Otherwise, the outcome will be really unpredictable.

To be honest, he still has some confidence in his grandson's strength, but after all, Luo Yu has not revealed his trump card yet, so he is still quite afraid and can only pray in his heart.

Luo Tiance looked through the glass at the arena square where rest and adjustments were being made.

Turning around, his eyes swept over the six masters.

"Don't worry."

"The game isn't over yet, is it?"

"How can my grandson, a false son of God, stand up to the true genius of your family?"

You old guy, who are you going to hurt if you carry a gun and a stick?

Zhu Wuwu's face turned green.

But I didn’t dare to do it, and I didn’t have the nerve to show off. After all, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

My grandson lost openly and completely, it’s useless no matter how much you beep.

Zhu Wuwu and others placed their last hope on Xiang Kunlun, Liu Shengtan and Cao Potian.

As long as one of these three people can defeat Luo Yu, then they will not be embarrassed today.

After all, a son of God who can be defeated by mortals is not a good son of God.

These last three people are actually the three strongest ones recognized by all the masters.

Luo Tiance naturally noticed their hopeful looks and sneered inwardly.

I won’t shed tears until I see the coffin.

Wait!

Today I will let my grandson open the eyes of you old guys.

I can suppress you all my life. My grandson is countless times stronger than me. Isn’t it even easier to suppress the brats in your family?

The dark conference room in the west was already very noisy.

"The head of the Daxia family of Zhuo Ni Ma, are you harassing us?"

"Where is the fake god son that we agreed on? Can the fake god son be so awesome?"

"Aren't you making fun of us?"

"You call this a false god?"

"The spy who tipped us off in Da Xia couldn't be from Mission Impossible, right? He specializes in manipulating our mentality."

"Zhuo, don't let me catch him next time, or I'll kill him!!"

The leaders of the Temple of the Gods, the Dark Council, the Olympus Mountains, the Holy Land of Ancient Buddha, and Takamagahara were all furious.

"Don't panic. The strength shown by that boy is very strong, but he is only stronger than a mortal. There is still a big gap between him and the sons of gods from our major forces."

"Yes, we can't mess up our position. That boy is not strong enough to compete with our Son of God."

"Look again, let the bullet fly for a while."

The leaders gradually calmed down their anger, with confident smiles on their lips.

"Summer?"

"That's all."

"Even those who have reached the semi-finals are just a group of mortals. They will never understand the power of geniuses blessed by gods."

The leaders turned their attention back to the screen, and the fifth round semi-finals also kicked off.

Inside the sports square with hundreds of thousands of spectators watching closely.

All alloy arenas have been repaired and blessed by professional teams.

As the names of the final four were read out one by one on the radio, the audience continued to cheer.

The most vocal among them is naturally Luo Yu.

First of all, he is the most handsome among the top four young people. Even if the others are very handsome, their appearance is obviously different from his, so they are naturally more popular.

Secondly, the three young masters are all famous, but compared to the well-known Luo Yu Shenzi, they are still more than one level behind.

Liu Shengtan listened to the cheers for Luo Yu and slowly shook his head.

He spoke in a voice that only he could hear.

"Luo Yu, after defeating you, it should be me, the Liu family, and Liu Shengtan who ascend to the altar."

Cao Potian murmured to himself: "This guy is so coquettish, how many mature young women he has to like."

"No, we can't let him stand out. I have to work harder."

As for Xiang Kunlun, his eyes did not move at all, and his expression remained indifferent and cold.

It seemed that everything was not taken seriously by him, even if Luo Yu defeated Zhao Yunliu.

The four people walked to the ring and began the final draw.

At this point, the competition is no longer an artificially arranged battle, and there is no need to avoid any seed players.

Don't take life and death seriously, just do it if you don't accept it.

The referee stood in the center, holding four picks, feeling that the four young men around him were walking towards him, and their legs and feet were a little weak.

He is also a peak-level warrior who has been stationed in the Southern Province.

But facing the four people approaching, I didn't dare to breathe.

The feeling of oppression is really too strong.

When the four people came in front of him, he almost plopped down and couldn't help but kneel down.

"Four players, I have four signs and two numbers."

"Anyone who draws the same number is the opponent."

Luo Yu raised his hand to draw lots.
To be continued...