The blacksmith's face was a little unnatural, and he shrank slightly. The woman gave him a notebook and a pen. The blacksmith opened the notebook, sketched it a few times with the pen, then closed the notebook with a "snap" and walked to the front of the crowd.
"After the lottery is completed, I will now announce the results as follows. The fight is divided into five rounds. Zhuge Qing is the number one, who enters the iron cage first. In the first round, Erhao Wuli entered the iron cage; in the second round, Liu Weihua,
Chen Yun; the third round is Cheng Feng, Sima Tian, Bing Tong; the fourth round is Liu Qing, Chen Shiran, Chen Dao, Li Qi; the fifth round is Xu Da, Xu Er, Xu San, Ling Jie..."
After a pause, the blacksmith winked at the woman. The woman understood. She came to the iron cage alone and kicked the iron door hard. With a bang, the iron door was pulled open by her.
The blacksmith said, "Now, Zhuge Qing from No. 1 and Wuli from No. 2 are entering!"
The sound was not loud, but the eighteen people present were shocked. This short sentence meant that the final round of fighting had begun! Just like a death bell, unconsciously, in a sea of
In a quiet environment, it rang!
Ling Jie secretly sighed, "Drawing lots is the most unfair to No. 1 and No. 2. If No. 1 and No. 2 want to win in the end, they must kill from the beginning to the end. Only after killing seventeen people can the winner be found.
Maybe... this is too scary. Facing masters like Chen Shiran, Liu Qing, Cheng Feng, and Sima Tian, there is no possibility of victory..."
Wuli yelled, "Why don't you coax... just die? What's the big deal?"
With that said, Wuli strode into the iron cage gate. The moment he walked into the iron gate, he felt a strong pressure, as if the temperature in the house had suddenly dropped a lot, and the blood in his body was flowing.
It was so slow that it felt like walking through the gate of hell, and my body shivered involuntarily.
Zhuge Qing took a deep breath, straightened her body, closed her eyes and thought for a moment. She did not expect that the No. 1 lottery would appear on her body. Not to mention the tasks assigned to her by Han Ping, she chose to participate in the thirteenth round.
After the assessment, I had high hopes of entering the 13th round, but now I got the most unlucky No. 1 lottery...
With a depressed mood, Zhuge Qing took two steps forward. As soon as he took two steps, he felt his right hand being pulled by a strong hand. When he looked back, it was Ling Jie, "Zhuge Qing, wait a minute.
wait."
Ling Jie suddenly turned his head to look at the blacksmith, "Mr. blacksmith, I have a question to ask you."
The blacksmith said, "Say."
Ling Jie asked, "How much time is there between two rounds of fighting?"
The blacksmith was shocked, yes, he had even ignored this, "Twenty seconds. There is a twenty-second interval between the end of one round of fighting and the beginning of the next round of fighting."
Ling Jie nodded, "Twenty seconds. Zhuge Qing, you..."
Ling Jie pulled the girl in front of him, his palms became sweaty unexpectedly. Ling Jie was so worried about the girl in front of him, fearing that she would not be able to withstand the oppression of this most unfair fate. Or, worried about what would happen next.
During the battle, she was hacked to death by several random knives.
Zhuge Qing has always been particularly disgusted with boys. She was about to say some harsh words, but when she saw Ling Jie's caring eyes, she felt a warm current flowing through her heart, but she couldn't say those harsh words.
, "Thank you for your concern, I will be fine."
Zhuge Qing said as he walked towards the iron gate, while Ling Jie kept holding her arm and following her, "Ever since you chose to participate in the assessment, you have had the mentality that you are bound to win in the thirteenth round.
Right?"
Zhuge Qing felt the tremor coming from the big hand and had forgotten to lie, "Yes, entering the thirteenth game has been my biggest dream since I was a child. When I got the No. 1 pick, I also felt unwilling to do so.
I have been dissatisfied and complained about God's injustice. But these are of no use, I must accept this fact."
Having said this, Zhuge Qing suddenly smiled, and he smiled miserably, "But you are lucky. If I die, don't let me down. You must enter the thirteenth round."
At this time, Zhuge Qing himself couldn't explain why he was eager to treat Ling Jie with a frank heart, treating him as his best friend, and eager to tell him and share his inner affairs with him.
Perhaps, friends like Ling Jie only have this chance to meet each other in this life. After that, they will never meet again.
Ling Jie was silent, but Zhuge Qing was still talking. She was afraid that she would never have a chance to talk to Ling Jie again, "Ling Jie, I regard you as a true friend. I know you can do it. You have always been hiding it before.
Strength. I know that hiding strength can surprise people at the most critical moment. But hiding strength can also hurt your precious things. Sometimes, don’t hide your strength if you can’t!”
Zhuge Qing held the bamboo piece in his left hand and walked towards the iron gate. At this moment, Ling Jie, who had been standing beside him, made a strong force and pulled Zhuge Qing behind him. Zhuge Qing did not expect that Ling Jie would pull her at this time.
The body lost its balance for a moment and fell backwards...
Ling Jie snatched the piece of bamboo from her hand, then thrust his size 18 bamboo piece into her hand, and walked directly into the iron gate without even looking back.
"No." Zhuge Qing slammed his right hand on the ground, then stood firm and wanted to rush into the iron door, but the iron door had already closed with a "bang".
"Bump, bump, bump..." Zhuge Qing hammered the iron door hard, looked in through the gap, and shouted to Ling Jie, "Ling Jie, don't... throw the bamboo pieces out..."
Ling Jie didn't look back, and walked straight along a long corridor under everyone's gaze. He walked straight through the corridor without looking back or speaking, and stood ten miles away.
meters place.
"Ling Jie... you can't break the rules..." Zhuge Qing couldn't describe what she was feeling in her heart, shock, gratitude, sadness... She couldn't even express it herself, she just felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Things were intertwined into a web, and my heart was pulled up, which was very painful!
"Mr. Blacksmith, Mr. Blacksmith... Stop it quickly, Ling Jie has broken the rules, he is not qualified to compete, he is not qualified to compete... This competition does not count, it does not count..." Zhuge
Qing rushed to the blacksmith and shouted loudly.
At this moment, she only had one thought, that Ling Jie must not bear the sin that she should bear...
The blacksmith shook his head, "Just do the math. This is Ling Jie's own choice. He is now the number one player."
The blacksmith took a deep breath and said, "My personality is exactly the same as your father's, Ling Jie, good job, come on!"
Zhuge Qing leaned against the wall weakly. Xu Da's eyes widened when he looked at the crowd. He had to say, "Ling Jie, you are smart! I have to admit that you are the most smart person I have ever seen."
man."
Everyone else on the field also felt very ashamed. Compared with Ling Jie, they felt that they were too small...
(The fourth update, a total of 8,000, is updated today and is complete. If there are additional updates, they will be posted directly.)