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Chapter 119 Feel good about yourself!

Wei Tianpeng is undoubtedly the weakest among them, so don't be dissatisfied. In fact, he only thinks that he will be able to swim in the first round. After the second round, he will have to fight in the round. It is better to be killed as soon as possible, collect the money and run away.

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It is said to be a wheel battle, but in fact it is a complete test of your hard power. Seven second-level players or three third-level players are randomly selected. It is really difficult to deal with if you have no strength.

"The next match is Arena 1, Zhuang Tiancheng from Grade 2 and Grade 6 vs. Jia Li from Grade 2 and Grade 6!"

"Challenge 2, Wan Xiang from Grade 1, Grade 1 vs. Lin Jian from Grade 2, Grade 6!"

Arena 1 is a rare civil war in the second grade of high school. The person on the left side is Zhuang Tiancheng, a wind magician.

Wearing a beret, I don't know whose style I'm imitating, and also wearing dark green headphones. I took off the headphones after saying hello on the stage, and threw them off the stage casually, like a large-scale concert.

The "original" shirts that famous singers give to fans in the audience are just like that.

Feeling good about himself, Zhuang Tiancheng calls himself the protagonist. Nothing else, but the inexplicable self-confidence of the protagonist.

"Grandma, how can this guy be able to fill my bottomless pockets better than me? I went to a small hotel yesterday, and none of the ladies who served me could hold it as well as she does."

"The driver, stop it, stop it, watch the game in a civilized manner, we won't be such a pervert..."

Jia Li appeared on the right side of the ring, with a chestnut bob haircut, a short stature, soft facial features, and fair skin. Among the girls in the class, her appearance was average, but she didn't know how to attract Long Xiaohu's fans.

"This girl is okay. She looks quite innocent. She is more pleasing to the eye than the pretentious one just now."

"It looks good to me, but my hair is too short and I can't control the steering wheel. The twin tails suit me, hehehe..."

Tears of disappointment flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The voting results are as follows.

[Zhuang Tiancheng: 33 votes!]

[Jia Li: 70 votes!]

It seems that pretentious behavior is not very pleasing. This is the lowest number of votes so far.

Only Wei Tianpeng among the nine members of the Elite Channel voted for him, and most of the others abstained and did not express their opinions.

Arena 2, on the left side is Wan Xiang, the sports committee member of the first class, who is at the third-level intermediate level. It is rare that he is a pure spear player. Because of the specialness of his professional weapons, this guy is considered to be extremely talented in his field, at least.

Ranked among the top five in a class full of experts.

He has yellow hair with a few streaks of flame red, a leather jacket and ripped jeans, he is only 1.8 meters tall, and he is full of arrogance. He looks at everyone as if he is looking through his nostrils. There is no doubt that he has small eyes and big nostrils.

There was stubble all over his face.

"Wow, my brother Xiang! You must be sure. He is ranked No. 5 in our class! He can defeat Squad Leader Shen in two moves."

"The guy in front of you, do you know who is on the other side? Don't talk about Brother Xiang. When you meet the guy on the opposite side, Brother Xiang has to get rid of him."

"Damn it, I didn't even notice it was this guy. If Wan Xiang could barely fight Shen Qingyue in two moves, this guy almost jumped over the rank and was killed by Shen Qingyue..."

"Wow! So handsome, so handsome!"

Lin Jian appeared on stage, with ink-black hair, delicate three-dimensional facial features, and a typical milky white color. It is really a plus point for a boy to have such a complexion.

Wearing black casual clothes, his expression was careless, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He always felt that he was... um... contemptuous of the opponent in this game, right? Anyway, he looked like him.

"Why do I feel that this person's pretentiousness has the same effect as the person in front of me? Is this because appearance equals justice?" the unknown girl said from the bottom of her heart.

"No, no, strength is justice. This guy even made me retreat three points when I was at my peak!"

The voting results are as follows.

[Wan Xiang: 30 votes!]

【Lin Jian: 114 votes!】

Sorry, the pretentious guy in front of you, but there is actually someone with lower votes than you...

Typically, it all relies on the support of peers.

All members of Elite Channel voted for Lin Jian, and no one abstained from voting this time. One or two of them were even more energetic. Where was the laziness before?

"Game start!"

(View from Arena 1)

"Sister Xiaoli, you have made me, the protagonist, suffer so much humiliation today, and I only have just over 30 votes..." Zhuang Tiancheng joked.

His only advantage is that he has excellent self-confidence and mentality. Even if he knows that everyone is laughing at him, he is still as confident and active as ever.

Jia Li's voice trembled and she whispered, "Brother Zhuang, please be merciful."

"Oh, it's easy to talk about."

Zhuang Tiancheng took the initiative to let Jia Li attack first. As the protagonist, he still has this gentlemanly demeanor.

"Second-level fire magic skill: Fire Cloud!"

Jia Li was caught off guard and directly used her current maximum sure-kill. Although she was a third-level fire magician, she had not yet mastered any skills of a third-level fire mage. This fire cloud move was her sure-kill.

Zhuang Tiancheng was obviously shocked that this girl came up so violently. When he reacted, red clouds were already distributed on top of his head.

"Look, the pretentious guy got his comeuppance. I'm telling you, this kind of pushy guy will never end well."

"Ah... I think this senior sister is very scheming, her expression is full of drama."

"It does feel a bit of a contrast."

Before taking action, Jia Li still looked like a kind-hearted neighbor, but once her plan succeeded, she smiled wildly, as if she had been "seized" and changed into a different person.

"Fortunately, I was born to be the protagonist."

Zhuang Tiancheng controlled the magic wand, an elite-intermediate wind staff, pointed at the sky, and said solemnly: "Second-level wind magic skill: hurricane!"

Although wind is not the nemesis of fire, as long as you are a floating object, there is nothing that the wind cannot blow away.

There was a hurricane, and the fire cloud arranged by Jia Li dissipated on the spot.

She was obviously stunned. She didn't expect that her fire cloud could be blown away by a gust of wind without causing any harm.

"First-level fire magic skill: Fireball!"

Jia Li first used fireballs to explore the path, and then used fire clouds again. She still didn't believe that her fire clouds had no effect.

Zhuang Tiancheng took his time and seemed to have expected that the fireball was a pure deception. He knocked the fireball away with a wave of his right hand. His control of the wind attribute was much more proficient than Jia Li's control of the fire attribute.

"Level 3 wind magic skill: Gustful Wind!"

The essential difference between a violent wind and a hurricane lies in the magnitude of the power. Zhuang Tiancheng planned to use the violent wind directly, completely intending to achieve a quick victory. The violent wind was rolling in the fire clouds. The moment the fire clouds dissipated, Jia Li, who was unwilling to accept it, planned to continue to release the fire clouds.

, after all, she only knows this slightly stronger move.

But she found that her "Fire Cloud" was actually locked. During the buffer period? But her spiritual power showed that she could still use it again.

While she was stamping her feet in a hurry, a gust of breeze lifted her up, and her petite body was hugged and lifted high by the wind. When she regained her center, she had already left.

"What a pity..."

"It's really a pity for a girl to lose to a pretender."

"I'm not sorry about this, I'm sorry about why this senior is not wearing a skirt..."

"Looking at it this way, the pretentious monster is still quite capable. Not bad, not bad. I take back my previous words that mocked him."

"The competition in Arena 1 is over, Grade 2 and 6 class Zhuang Tiancheng wins!"



(View from Arena 2.)

"I feel like you look familiar, but in a few days, you will also be my, Long Xiang's 1081st defeated opponent."

From what he said, it didn't sound like he was joking, but it was true and made Lin Jian laugh.

"What if I'm going to win?"

"Win? So far, I, Long Xiang, have never lost to anyone except Qingyue. Everyone on the Elite Channel is very optimistic about you. You have no discernment."

Lin Jian smiled and didn't say much.

Wan Xiang has finished his harsh words and has had enough fun. It's time for him to teach this little brother who doesn't know the heights of the world a lesson.

"One Spear: Rush Style!"

The spear in Wan Xiang's hand is one inch longer than the average knight's spear. It is made of iron and is engraved with a dragon statue. It is an elite-level equipment.

He swung the spear, closed his eyes, turned around, and jumped. Then he held his left hand behind and his right hand in front of him and struck a "punching punch". The spear flew up in response, and he threw the spear back into his hand, but a dragon-like spear shadow was already there.

Rush towards Lin Jian.

"Hmph." Wan Xiang snorted disdainfully. When facing every opponent who was about to be defeated, he used this blow to break the enemy's mentality, and then came the moment of killing with applause.

"It's quite fun."

Not far away, Lin Jian looked at the dragon shadow, his cold eyes flashing. Wasn't he hiding at such a speed?

Besides, he could have used his cold eyes to stop the dragon shadow in place. This guy must have looked like he was eating shit when he fell.

But when he was reminiscing about the fun of these games, Long Ying had already arrived in front of him. Just in case, he inserted the elite sword under his feet and "Spiritual power turns into a shield!"

The dragon shadow was shattered the moment it came into contact with the barrier. Wan Xiang was stunned for a moment, looking at the dispersing dragon shadow with a blank expression.

This time, his majesty was not achieved, but his mentality was ruined.

"There is something for you. I want you to try this."

"Two Spears: Stab Style!"

Wan Xiang switched to melee combat. He was confident enough in melee combat. When he and Shen Qingyue had a friendly sparring match, they used this stabbing style to slightly gain the upper hand.

In the blink of an eye, Wan Xiang came to Lin Jian and attacked with a stab, but unexpectedly hit Lin Jian's dark blue eyes.

"what happened……"

He feels that the speed of "stabbing" has slowed down? Isn't this an illusion?

It is true that this slowed down the speed, and the "stab" was not forcibly interrupted, but in Lin Jian's eyes, each blow seemed to be in slow motion, and it was easy to hide.

After all the stabbing movements were completed, Lin saw the cold and prepared a kick.

Wan Xiang was kicked to the ground by him, and the spear also fell to the ground because of its strength.

"you you……"

"Farewell to you, my name is Lin Jian. In your narrow and ignorant mind, 1081 of your men will be defeated."

"Don't be stunned. I'll give you the weapon. Continue."

Lin Jian thrust the spear into his hand with a look of unfinished expression on his face, while Wan Xiang stumbled and propped up his whole body with his hands, his legs and feet still a little weak.

"Let's do this. I'll give you some supplies before we fight."

Lin Jian's cold eyes suddenly turned into green eyes (eyes of healing).

Like the healing nourishment of a priest, Wan Xiang felt full of strength all over his body. He felt that he could do it again!

But in the blink of an eye, Lin Jian pulled back the healing power, and Wan Xiang fell to the ground like a weak man who had just shot 13 rounds that night.

Facing Wan Xiang's confused look, Lin Jian stood up, thought for a moment, and said, "After thinking about it, let's forget it."


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