After getting the trophy, Zhang Lang looked at other competition events.
Being swept by his gaze, all the sub-tribe heroes shuddered unconsciously, especially those in charge of highly confrontational competitions. They couldn't imagine themselves standing on the field with this monster.
"Ahem..." Referee Scovey coughed twice and stood up: "Well, today's game ends here, let's close the stall..."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and all the competition event descriptions on the reward items disappeared.
After all, he is the referee, he has the power to make the rules, and he has the final say on when to end the game.
As soon as they heard that the referee was going to cancel the game, everyone in the Shen clan went crazy.
"You want to run away after winning money. This is a shame!"
"You can run away if you want, just give us back our things!"
"Alright, hand over the mission items!"
The Zi clan did not pay attention to the noise of altar No. 241 at all. Their eyes only stayed on Zhang Lang.
This person is truly capable and qualified to talk to them.
"Do you want to terminate the game?" Zhang Lang looked at the remaining seven members of the sub-clan.
"sure?"
As soon as these three words came out, the seven sub-clan felt a chill for no reason.
The words were so familiar, as if they had just spoken them not long ago.
"I'm asking one last time..." Seeing that Zizu didn't express his position, Zhang Lang continued to ask:
"sure?"
"Wait..." Scovey suddenly shouted, picking up the suitcase containing research materials and virus stock solution: "Don't you want to complete the main plot? Do you want all the points earned so far to be wasted?
"
As he said that, an older, hunchbacked member of the tribe standing on his left raised his hand to the suitcase, and a bright red magical light appeared in his palm. As long as it was emitted, the suitcase could be destroyed.
Seeing this scene, the reincarnations of the Shen tribe all looked tense, but some people thought carefully that they didn't earn much from this task, and it seemed that they didn't lose anything if they failed...
Seeing that the Shen clan opposite him was shaken, Skowei smiled slightly and was about to use this as a threat when he suddenly saw Zhang Lang opposite him raising his hand.
"puff!"
A somewhat dull explosion sounded around him, and immediately afterwards, Scovey felt that the left side of his face was splashed with a pile of warm and sticky stuff...
"This is……"
Scovey turned around and saw that the hunchbacked teammate who was standing next to him had been blown into pieces.
Before he could react, he suddenly felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and his wrist felt cold at the same time.
He looked down in shock and found that his left hand holding the suitcase had been severed at the wrist, and the blood had not had time to flow out.
Looking back, the terrifying Shen man was standing behind him holding a suitcase containing mission items. On the handle of the box, he was also holding a severed hand with gray hair...
Seeing this scene, Scovey felt the pain in his wrist.
"Zhizhizhizhi, kill him!"
At this time, the other sub-tribe heroes had also reacted, taking out their weapons and skills, and started attacking Zhang Lang one after another.
Although according to the rules, Zhang Lang won a game, the clan should not attack him, but now that Zhang Lang takes the lead in attacking, this rule has been broken, and both sides have nothing to worry about!
Facing the siege of several heroes, Zhang Lang snorted coldly, raised his leg and kicked into the void in front of him. His whole body slid back at an incredible speed, and he instantly withdrew from the encirclement of the Sub-Clan and returned to the Shen Clan.
camp, and handed the suitcase to Xiao Mo for safekeeping.
After no longer being used as a bet, Xiao Mo's arm has been installed back and restored to its original appearance.
The attack failed, and the sub-tribes turned their guns and pointed them at the Shen tribe, frightening the reincarnators at Altar No. 241 and fleeing from Zhang Lang.
The Zi clan focused their fire again, and Zhang Lang was engulfed in several attacks, shattering the solid ground and walls and sending dust flying into the air.
But as the dust dispersed, Zhang Lang's shadow was not seen.
"Where has it gone?" Scovey held his severed arm tightly to stop the bleeding and opened his eyes wide to look for Zhang Lang. Suddenly, he felt a thick arm wrap around the back of his neck and put it on his shoulder.
"I'll ask you one last time..." Zhang Lang's questioning voice sounded in his ears, like the whisper of death.
"sure?"
"No..." Scovey swallowed and spoke with a vibrato: "The game will continue..."
"Very good." Zhang Lang nodded with satisfaction: "It's still those projects, but you can add a rule."
"As long as anyone beats me in any competition, I will let you all go and leave this world safely."
Scovi's pupils suddenly shrank, this was a naked insult! But they could only accept it, because this was the only hope of survival!
Under Zhang Lang's kind persuasion, referee Scovey finally agreed to continue this interesting game.
"Next time, I choose arm wrestling."
The bet on Zhang Lang's side is Bai Honghe's promise to let his opponent go. As for the other party, in addition to the initial bet, they also have to put in all the things they can win from the Shen people through this project.
There was no suspense in the strength test. Zhang Lang only paused for a second to feel the wrist strength of the two-meter-tall rat opposite him, and then he suddenly exerted force and ended the game.
With the end of the game, there were also the skills of the strong men of the sub-clan.
"Next game, fight!"
The rules of this game are simple and crude. A menu appears in the center of the field, which lists thousands of various types of attacks. Both sides choose alternately, and then endure the selected attacks together, round after round, until one side can no longer hold on and surrenders.
, or death.
Zhang Lang's opponent this time was a short and fat sub-tribe. This guy chose first and chose a large-caliber electromagnetic gun.
Seeing this choice, Zhang Lang's eyes moved.
I feel nostalgic. In the last mission before he officially entered the altar, he ate eight rounds of this thing. At that time, his body was beaten to pieces. Thanks to his regeneration ability, he could survive. Unexpectedly, now he would have the opportunity to learn this lesson.
It’s a toy.
However, at that time, Zhang Lang's earth attribute was less than 100 points. Now his earth attribute exceeds 300, and he has received many powerful enhancements. His physical strength has long been different.
Don't think that three hundred compared to one hundred, the attributes are only tripled. You must know that attributes become stronger the more you add them. Three hundred compared to one hundred, it only seems to be tripled. The actual effect is probably more than
Ten times or even twenty times is a huge difference.
Coupled with other various enhancements, he is confident that he can resist this move head-on this time.
But I didn't expect that the fat guy next door would dare to choose this trick. He was very brave.
After the scene was set up, an electromagnetic gun appeared in front of each of the two people, and behind it was a newly generated special buffer wall several meters thick to prevent the electromagnetic gun from penetrating the two people and causing greater damage. As a tester,
The two people must stand in the designated position and are not allowed to dodge.
As the cannon body was fully charged, there was a roar and two shells were fired at the same time!
boom!
The buffer wall behind the sub-clan player shook violently. Looking at the sub-clan player who received the attack from the front, there was a big hole in his chest. However, what was left on the edge of the wound was not blood, but crystal fine sand, mixed with
With some molten glass slime.
It turns out that this was the reason why he dared to choose the electromagnetic gun!
This guy has special powers. His body can turn into sand and he is almost immune to physical attacks!
Even so, the high temperature generated by the electromagnetic gun penetrating his body still melted part of the sand, which should have caused some damage to him, but compared to death, this small injury was nothing.
The sub-clan player returned his body to its original shape, coughed twice, and looked around confidently, only to find that all the spectators on both sides did not pay attention to him, but looked at him next to him in shock.
The players from the sub-tribe turned their heads and stood stunned on the spot as if they had been struck by lightning.
The man next to him was facing the muzzle of the electromagnetic cannon, raising his head slightly, holding a slender cannonball in his mouth that was as short as an ordinary person's forearm, and the projectile was still emitting green smoke.
Zhang Lang snorted coldly, exerted a little force on his masseter muscles, and with a clang, bit the electromagnetic cannon shell into two pieces. Most of the exposed part fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and the tip of the cannon in his mouth was swallowed directly.
Go down.
This guy, literally, took this attack!
Is this guy really a living thing? What on earth am I competing against?
The player from the sub-clan broke out in a cold sweat and his whole body was shaking like chaff. He couldn't imagine what kind of attack he would have to choose to defeat such an opponent.
Just when he was feeling frightened, the terrifying man opposite slowly turned his head and said with the mouth that had just bitten off the electromagnetic cannon shell: