When the Demon King on the screen still had a trace of blood, the referee stopped the game, and some spectators close to the competition stage saw that the Demon King was being carried away.
The scene was noisy, and several commentators were confused.
Half a minute later, a special person in charge came on stage to calm the audience's emotions and let everyone calm down. But this situation happened too suddenly. If you don't have a clear explanation, who will pay attention to you? Everyone thought of a few questions in unison.
, what happened? What happened to the Demon King? What about the next game?
In this situation, the Demon King has only a trace of health left. No matter how powerful he is, he probably won't be able to survive. If the game starts again, will this situation be unfair?
A few enthusiastic fans had already rushed to the stage and were held back by the security guards who maintained the venue. Most of the people present were simply sane, otherwise no one would be able to stop the 100,000-plus people from really making a fuss.
Several commentators turned off their microphones and were discussing this issue privately.
"I said sya, what do you think this is?"
"It must be due to some conditions. I don't know the details, but it should be due to the devil's physical condition." Sya smiled bitterly. With such a high-intensity outburst, Sya already respected the other party as if he were a ghost or a god. Only in this situation, it seems.
Only in this way can we prove that the other party is the same as ourselves.
Real flesh and blood bodies can be injured and things can go wrong, but the timing is not right... He paused, took a sip of tea and continued: "No one wants to see this kind of situation, but since the referee
If the game is suspended, it will be based on the current situation."
"Then Long Teng is lucky." Xiao Cang said matter-of-factly.
"Well...but there is nothing we can do. This is not the worst situation. As long as the Demon King can still play, we can still fight, but if..." Sya felt that this was not just a simple hand cramp, but something like Dragon Hall.
In large gymnasiums, there are many doctors on standby in the backstage. The referee pauses the game and the players go backstage. If it is a minor problem, then everyone just takes a few minutes of rest. It doesn't hurt. But if the player cannot play.
"What happens if I can't play?"
"According to the rules, Long Teng wins. Today's game will not be postponed to tomorrow, and the audience's tickets will not be refunded... But I think if today is not the finals, and the two teams fighting are not dnd and Long Teng, it might be easier.
Some, but if such an announcement is made, dnd fans will probably riot."
This was said by Zhang Lang. Although Sya is more knowledgeable about games, Zhang Lang is from CCTV after all. It is up to him to speak out the rules, which is obviously what the organizer means.
"This is really..." Xiao Cang didn't feel the joke at all in these words, but felt a bit cold. Sya didn't say anything, obviously he also knew this.
"I can only hope that the Demon King's condition will get better..." Zhang Lang sighed: "After all, even as a commentator, I hope that this kind of game will end perfectly."
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At this moment, the scene changed and we arrived at the backcourt of the game and the dnd lounge.
Several doctors gathered around Chu Yun and started massaging him.
Because it is the national finals, the organizers of this Heroic Century competition are also very well prepared. These are all doctors from major hospitals in Beijing. From internal medicine to surgery, from traditional Chinese medicine to western medicine, they usually have to arrive a week in advance.
The kind that made an appointment. At this moment, several doctors looked at Chu Yun and shook their heads.
"How's it going, doctor?" Brother Zeng asked anxiously.
The elderly Chinese doctor pushed up his reading glasses and asked with lazy eyes: "Are you asking about his hand, or whether he can compete?"
"Ask everyone."
The old Chinese medicine doctor didn't reply. He walked over and grabbed Chu Yun's left hand, lifted it up, and then let go. The hand seemed to hang down without any force and hit the table.
"See? Then you still want him to compete?" The voice of the old Chinese medicine doctor became stern: "I don't know which doctor saw you before. Didn't he know that he told you that it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones?
Are you resting, and your hand is slightly injured?"
Chu Yun smiled weakly. He felt his palm tighten. It was not the left hand that could no longer feel any sensation, but the right hand that was pulled on his chest by a small palm. He looked at the hand next to him as if he was about to cry.
He had a normal face and smiled slightly.
Then he turned back to the old Chinese doctor and said, "It's not the doctor's fault, it's because I was too willful..."
After saying this, the doctor had no choice but to say harsh words and could only shake his head: "You can't compete in the competition. Follow me to the hospital immediately. At least you can save your hand. As for how much you can recover, recovery
How much depends on your luck."
All the DNDs nearby fell silent. If this is the case, that means...
I'm giving up the game.
Brother Zeng, Dong Bihai, and Heizi all have complicated faces. To be honest, they also want to win, but at their age, they can take victory more or less lightly. Second place is not good.
Even if you lose, this game is a glorious defeat, but your brother is different. After being injured, do you still have to watch him become disabled?
But this way, they always felt sorry for Qin Hansheng and couldn't help but look over.
However, Qin Hansheng laughed: "It's okay, don't look at me like this. It's not easy to get to this point. To be honest, there are regrets, but life needs regrets to be wonderful. At least I will be 30 years from now.
I will still remember this day in the future, and I will be very proud because I fought hard with a group of trustworthy brothers...together..."
His words were a little choked, and the brothers behind him all had red eyes.
Only Chu Yun was still smiling. He said: "Brother Han Sheng, what are you talking about? Since we have reached this point, of course we have to finish the game and win the championship."
"But your hands..."
"Well, I'm afraid there's no comparison."
The old Chinese medicine doctor there said sternly: "I will never let you play. This is my moral standard as a doctor. Other doctors here will not allow you to play."
The doctors on the side nodded one after another, following the old Chinese doctor's lead: "And in your current condition, even if you are on the court, it will be useless."
"Prolonging the condition."
The doctors were all talking, and even Brother Zeng and the others were helping, telling Chu Yun not to show off.
Although Miss Lin didn't say a word, her hand was clearly tightening. Chu Yun knew her temperament, and if he wanted to have his own way, he might have to drag this girl into the scene.
He was a bit dumbfounded: "Well, I still understand that we should act according to our ability, but I didn't say that I would play myself."
"But if one person is missing, the game cannot continue."
"Let Brother Heizi take my place." Chu Yun said.
Brother Zeng thought about it after hearing this. He turned around and asked the staff member who came with him: "Can I continue the game if I change to the substitute?"
The staff member shook his head: "The two substitute places can only be used before the game. Players cannot be replaced at will during the game."
"It's not okay in this situation? This is an accident. You...you can't be so unreasonable, right?" Dong Bihai also gathered around. The staff member also looked embarrassed, but he still shook his head.
Everyone was discouraged, but Chu Yun squeezed Lin Ruoxi's little hand and asked her to let go of him. The little girl was so stubborn that she refused to let go. She was afraid that if she let go, Chu Yun would be gone. This made Chu Yun feel warm but uneasy.
Thinking it was funny, he whispered something into Lin Ruoxi's ear. The little girl suddenly blushed, and then she let go of her hand. However, her tearful eyes were still staring at Chu Yun warily, for fear that he would cheat.
Chu Yun felt that his credibility was not so low, but now was not the time to go into details. He took off his mask in front of everyone and threw it to Heizi.
"Okay, go now, Demon King."
This move was beyond everyone's expectations. Even the staff member was stunned. Yes, the identity of the Demon King is just a code name. He wears a mask. No one knows it except for the sealed file.
What people know about his appearance is only his mask and cape, and the game character who has created countless miracles.
The staff member wanted to say something, but was quickly stopped by another person in charge of the company next to him, who whispered a few words in his ear.
"Turn a blind eye. There are 100,000 people in the Dragon Pavilion today, and there is no way it will end if there is really a riot... This is what I mean above."
As Brother Zeng and the staff filed out, the entire lounge gradually became quiet again.
"Then let's go to the hospital too." The old Chinese doctor turned around and packed up the simple diagnosis and treatment tools he brought with him.
The monkey was walking in the last row of the leaving team. He would look back from time to time, when he met the calm and steady gaze of his master.
"monkey."
"?"
"Get the championship back for me, I will wait here for your news!"
The old Chinese medicine doctor turned back in disbelief: "You..."
However, Chu Yun did not look at him and smiled at the monkey: "Go!"
The monkey clenched his palms tightly. He didn't know what it was, but he felt very warm in his heart. His body gradually heated up, as if there was an invisible force transmitted from the master to his body. Maybe this is how the transfer of skills in martial arts novels is like this.
.
But here’s the reality…
Even if it is reality.
The monkey nodded solemnly, turned his head and started running in the corridor.
Then, Chu Yun heard the thunderous applause that could be clearly heard even in the lounge...
