Everyone looks at me and I look at you, all waiting for the next group of warriors to enter.
The fight just now was so bloody and brutal, with one dead and one injured, and there was not even anyone to collect the bodies.
This will be followed by the next one.
I have to say that the two warriors who will appear next are really unlucky.
How unlucky!
More than one person thinks so.
Several seconds passed and still no one came out.
The maid in white on the tower frowned slightly and shouted coldly: "The next group, come on stage quickly! If you delay any longer, they will be eliminated!"
Everyone’s eyes lit up, good for elimination!
Two were eliminated without fighting, so we saved more quotas.
Everyone's mood suddenly changed again, and they wished that this group of warriors felt unlucky and refused to go on stage.
It would be better if both were eliminated.
Unfortunately, this is just what outsiders think.
When a warrior has reached this point, who is willing to give up easily? Even if he feels that he is unlucky.
Soon, two figures flew up from the crowd and landed on the opposite side of the ravine at the same time.
Others were a little disappointed, but they quickly cheered up and started to have a lively discussion:
"I wonder if there will be any accidents in this group?"
"Both the first two groups had accidents. One fought back and the other self-destructed. It would be interesting if this group were to come again!"
"It would be nice if one more one exploded."
"Don't make blind guesses, there may be other unexpected developments!"
Originally, after watching many battles in a row, everyone was more or less mentally exhausted and their interest was greatly reduced.
If it weren’t for the fact that the final result hadn’t been released yet, many people would have stopped watching it.
How good it is now.
There were two incidents in a row, each time more exciting than the last.
Everyone's interest was rekindled, and they were all in high spirits. They were talking enthusiastically, both well-intentioned and malicious.
On the tower, Venerable Yi Shuiyue and Qiu Lan also concentrated for a while, observing the whole process carefully.
Once a warrior self-destructs, it may be voluntary.
But if it appears twice, three times...or even continuously.
That means someone must have done something wrong!
There has just been one case now, so it is difficult to judge yet. The key depends on this one.
Yun Luo also had the same suspicion in his heart and looked at the competition field intently.
Tantai Yao didn't know why, but she was infected by her attitude. She subconsciously tightened her nerves and said nothing.
"This kind of promotion competition is really unique."
From a corner of the tower, a faint and smiling voice sounded in a low voice.
Jun Wuchen got a high-backed soft chair from somewhere, and sat lazily, leaning on his forehead with one hand, his long dark hair hanging on his shoulders, his sharp profile under the mask, and his thin lips pouting with a dangerous smile.
Smile.
"I even tried to self-destruct. I was really pushed to the point where I could do any disgusting thing."
He murmured, his purple eyes passing over and fixating on Yun Luo.
In the arena, life and death only matter, regardless of means.
Now that you choose to go on stage, whether you live or die depends on your personal ability.
Jun Wuchen doesn’t care what other people do.
As long as some people are knowledgeable enough...
Don't put your hands and feet on his family, Luo'er, he doesn't bother to interfere, he just relies on his own methods.
On the competition field, two figures of warriors quickly fought together.
But perhaps due to the shock and influence of the warriors' self-destruction in the previous group, the two warriors in this group were very cautious in fighting and did not get close to each other.