Ming Ye's whole body tensed up and her lips trembled slightly.
Fighting...
What the father wanted to see was a fight to the death!
"Father, that will cause a lot of casualties, I'm afraid..." Before Ming Ye could finish his words, the ancestor of the undead had already looked at him coldly.
With just one look, Ming Ye felt an extremely tyrannical force pressing down on him. His legs seemed to have lost their strength. He knelt down in front of the ancestor of the undead with a plop, cold sweat rolling down his body.
When he fell, he could only barely support the ground with his hands, but his body was constantly shaking.
"Mingye."
"In..." Ming Ye squeezed out one word from between his teeth, and his internal organs seemed to be bursting.
"Since when did you have any objections?" A voice without any emotion came like a nightmare. The ancestor of the undead rested his chin on one hand and looked down contemptuously at Ming Ye who was kneeling in front of him.
This young man with his blood flowing in his body seemed to have nothing to do with him.
"My son... I don't dare." Ming Ye spoke with difficulty, his whole heart seemed to be clenched tightly, and it was throbbing constantly.
The pressure covering Ming Ye's body slowly dissipated, and Ming Ye stood up hastily and silently stepped aside.
"My son, go tell them now..." Ming Ye clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves. He couldn't understand why his father was so cruel. The eight teams in this competition were all their undead souls.
For the leaders of the younger generation, any casualties are a huge loss to them.
But the ancestor of the undead only wants to see the battle of life and death.
The Ancestor of the Undead did not look at Ming Ye anymore. Ming Ye retreated indifferently and conveyed the Ancestor of the Undead's wishes to the Undead in charge of the competition.
The two players who were in the first match suddenly saw the suspension flag raised. Not long after the match started, they were a little confused. They stopped holding hands with each other and looked blankly at the suspension flag.
Undead.
The undead in the entire competition field were dumbfounded. They were watching with great enthusiasm, why was the game suddenly suspended?
For a time, discussions arose one after another.
"From now on, the way of the game will be completely changed. The one who stands wins, the one who falls loses. There is no such thing as surrender." The undead person in charge of arranging the game said expressionlessly. In fact, his heart had already been touched by Ming Ye.
His Highness was shocked by his words.
No one would have thought that a tryout among a group of teenagers would directly turn into a life and death battle.
The new fighting method was announced, and both teams of undead teenagers on the field were a little stunned.
"If you stand, you win; if you fall, you lose."
Each team has one hundred members. This new rule is equivalent to putting all the opponent's one hundred members. The undead have very strong healing ability. Even if they were knocked down a moment ago, as long as they are given a certain amount of time, they can
Stand up again.
If you want to completely surrender to the other party, you have to be ruthless!
There was an uproar inside and outside the competition venue. The young people who were new to the world were obviously having a hard time digesting the new rules. They looked at each other and seemed to find it difficult to accept the idea of killing their opponents.
It's just a trial, why is there a killer?
Discussions continued, and Ming Ye, who had retreated to the main stand, looked extremely ugly. He deeply disapproved of such a cruel fighting method, but how could he possibly shake his father's will?
Ming Ye subconsciously looked for that familiar figure in the audience.