If it were any other warrior, he would definitely have to fight hard this round.
After all, we have fought until the last round, and no one is willing to give up easily.
The competition becomes fiercer towards the end.
Compared with them, Tantai Yao's strength is only average, and his character is far inferior in all aspects.
Even with her desperate ferocity, she can't compare to those warriors who have climbed up from the bottom.
If you fight until the end, you will definitely suffer a big loss.
If she is lucky enough to be matched with a warrior of similar strength, she can still try her best to compete.
But if she is unlucky and is matched with a warrior who is stronger than her and more ruthless than her, knowing that she cannot win, there is no need to hold on, it is better to just admit defeat and save your life first.
Anyway, the competition between warriors is just to compete for places, not to kill people.
As long as Tantai Yao admits defeat in time, the other party will not pursue and fight fiercely, making enemies against him in vain.
Tantai Yao frowned and thought for a while, then finally nodded: "I understand."
Yun Luo looked at the serious expression on her face and said half-jokingly: "Actually, there is no need to be so pessimistic. I think you are quite lucky. You can avoid danger every time. Maybe it will be the same this time..." p>
"Among the warriors who have advanced, there are indeed not many who are worse than you, but among the high-level warriors, there are also many who have been seriously injured and cannot recover in a short time."
"As long as you are lucky and draw any opponent who is seriously injured, you might be able to directly counterattack and win in one fell swoop?"
This sounds as good as a dream...
Tantai Yao looked at Yun Luo sadly: "I think I don't have such good luck."
Yun Luo smiled, stretched out his hand and patted her head, with a playful light in his eyes: "As a human being, you always have to be open-minded, maybe some shitty luck will come your way."
Tantai Yao: "..."
She suspected that Sister Yun was laughing at her, but there was no evidence.
While the two were talking, the third round of drawing finally began.
I saw Yi Shuiyue flicking his sleeves, and more than two hundred red and green long lottery tickets appeared out of thin air. They were lifted up by invisible spiritual power and flew from the tower to the top of everyone's heads.
Everyone raised their heads and watched with burning eyes.
Yi Shuiyue flicked his sleeves, and his spiritual power rolled in mid-air. The originally neat and orderly long signatures were instantly disrupted, making a "clatter" sound like shuffling cards.
Yun Luo looked up and could vaguely see the numbers written on the long signs. However, under the rolling of spiritual power, all the long signs kept changing positions and could not be locked at all.
Then, at this moment——
"Bang!" There was a soft sound.
The spiritual power wrapped in the long sign burst like bubbles.
More than two hundred red and green long lottery sticks suddenly poured down like a heavy rain.
Because it fell so fast, even the ink numbers on it became blurry, making it impossible to select.
Below, more than two hundred warriors instantly rioted!
"Grab!"
"Do it!"
"Whoever grabs it belongs to whom!"
Dozens of warriors with the quickest reaction jumped up one after another, reached out and grabbed the lottery they were looking forward to.
Each movement is faster than the last.
However, this time the competition was far less chaotic than the first round of flag grabbing.
Because the rules are very clear, each person can only have one lottery, and whoever gets it first belongs to him. It cannot be snatched or exchanged.
No one will break the rules at this time, and no one can afford it.