Zhang Youxi raised the corner of his mouth: "Soon you will know how big the gap is between you and me."
Finished.
He put his hands into his clothes.
After groping for a while.
I have an extra token in my hand.
The token is more than thirty centimeters long.
Totally dark.
There is a row of golden symbols on it.
Li Mancang was shocked when he saw it: "What is this!"
Zhang Youxi snorted and spat out two words: "Magical weapon."
ah!
The whole audience was immediately shocked.
"A magic weapon! It's actually a magic weapon!"
"It's only the first contest, and someone actually took out a magic weapon, and he was the last one!"
"No wonder Zhang Youxi was so confident just now!"
Magical weapons have always been treasures that can only be found but cannot be found.
Possessing a good magic weapon can improve your combat effectiveness by several levels, and even challenging levels is not a problem.
Everyone knows that someone may use a magic weapon during the selection.
But no one expected that the magic weapon would appear so quickly, and someone would use it in the first game.
According to one's own strength.
Zhang Youxi and Li Mancang were on par, and it could be seen from the scene of their fight just now that neither of them could do anything to the other for a while.
But it's different when there is a magic weapon.
God knows whether the magic weapon in Zhang Youxi's hand will have any heaven-defying functions.
Li Mancang was also a little panicked at this time.
But at this time, he can't increase others' ambition and destroy his own prestige. He can only tell himself in his heart that it doesn't matter if he has a magic weapon, he can still defeat him!
Zhang Youxi said slowly at this time: "If you are afraid, you can surrender now."
Li Mancang gritted his teeth and responded: "I'm not afraid of you. Come on, let me see how good your magic weapon is!"
Zhang Youxi snorted: "Okay, you asked for this. If I hurt you later, don't blame me."
As soon as the words fell.
Zhang Youxi's pupils suddenly shrank, and the token was placed in front of him.
Buzz.
With the injection of true energy, the token vibrated.
The golden runes on it began to glow faintly.
Don't wait for Zhang Youxi to take action first.
Li Mancang roared angrily and rushed forward: "Look at the boxing!"
His fist went straight to Zhang Youxi's forehead.
This time, Zhang Youxi was activating the magic weapon and had no time to dodge. Li Mancang had to seize the opportunity to give him a fatal blow.
Just when Li Mancang's fist was about to hit him.
Zhang Youxi also took action.
He poked the token forward and yelled: "Quick!"
call out.
A golden light shot out.
At a speed that was almost difficult to detect with the naked eye, it hit Li Mancang's body.
Bang.
There was a muffled sound in the air.
But they saw Li Mancang's body bowed into a shrimp shape after being hit by the golden light.
The strength of the fist suddenly dissipated completely.
There was a big hole in the clothes on his back.
A ball of blood mist spurted out from his mouth.
The body flew backwards like a discharged cannonball.
He flew out of the ring in one fell swoop and flew out for about ten meters before the force was completely discharged.
Boom.
After another muffled sound.
Li Mancang hit the ground heavily. His eyes were full of unwillingness. He struggled to get up and wanted to say something. As a result, he just opened his mouth and fell to the ground weakly before the words came out.
He fainted.
The whole audience was stunned.
Oh shit.
This reversal came too fast, and the fight was inextricable just now, but Zhang Youxi just took out a magical weapon and instantly killed Li Mancang.
One move.
Only one move was used.
Everyone hasn't gotten over it yet.
Yuan Tai had already announced the result: "Congratulations to Zhang Youxi for entering the second round. Please come on stage next." His tone was very normal, but after he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Youxi thoughtfully.
Zhang Youxi was on the stage with a sneer on his face.
Before going down, he looked around, as if he was scorning the person who just laughed at him.
After this round.
The audience in the audience finally understood.
You can't underestimate anyone casually, and combat power doesn't mean everything.
Maybe someone will come up with a great magic weapon and successfully stage a counterattack.
"Senior Wu, compared with his magical weapon or yours, whose magical weapon is more powerful?" Rong Li asked Wu Yong in private after watching the contest.
"Haha, everyone has his own merits." Wu Yong said vaguely.
In fact, the answer is obvious.
Wu Yong's sword embryo was the handiwork of Penglai Immortal, a master of weapon refining.
Naturally, it is more powerful than that unknown token.
The reason why he didn't say it clearly was because he couldn't figure out the origin of the token in Zhang Youxi's hand yet. His intuition told him that the token was probably more powerful than that, and what Zhang Youxi exerted was not its true power.
.
After learning from Zhang Youxi’s mistakes.
Everyone's judgment on the strength on stage is more rational, and they no longer judge the strength of two people based on the gap in combat power.
The next few contests.
No one took out the magic weapon again.
The gap in combat power between the two sides is not very big.
Therefore, the competition was extremely fierce, and the battle between the needle and the wheat made the whole audience watch with relish, and bursts of cheers broke out from time to time.
After nine contests.
Finally it’s the turn of number 82.
The 82nd man's name is Ren Dong. He is a fat man with a round figure, like an inflated balloon.
After he took the stage, he glanced at the rankings.
Pointing at the person in front of him, he said: "I want to challenge him, number eighty-one!"
Swish.
Everyone in the audience looked towards Wu Yong.
Because Wu Yong was the last one to go up to test his combat effectiveness, and he was standing next to Rongli, it was particularly impressive.
"It's the one who came with Rongli."
"The two of them are very close in combat power, and they will probably be inseparable from each other."
"Yeah, that fat guy doesn't look like a good guy."
Most people present felt that.
The battle between Wu Yong and Ren Dong will be just like the previous ones, with the needle pointing against the wheat and the blood flowing, and it will be very enjoyable to watch.
In the midst of great expectations.
Wu Yong walked onto the ring lightly and made an inviting gesture to Ren Dong: "It's time to start."
Who knows, Ren Dong waved his hand: "Wait."
Wu Yong was puzzled: "What?"
Ren Dong put his hands behind his back and said: "Brother, I'm sorry about something. When I was testing my combat strength just now, I was a little clever and only used less than half of my strength. So if I count it according to my true level, I
The combat strength is more than five thousand. You are no match for me, and I don’t want to hurt you. In this case, you can step down yourself, so as not to suffer even if you lose."
ah!
The whole audience was shocked when they heard this.
Ren Dong only used half of his strength! The real combat strength is more than 5,000!
Damn it.
Everyone thought, this is not bullying. A person with a combat strength of 5,000, against one with more than 2,000, will definitely be killed instantly.
It's cool. It's cool.
Many people think Wu Yong is quite pitiful.
It's not easy to meet someone with a slightly lower combat power than yourself.