Chapter 1685
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The martial competition had just begun, but she was actually the first to be defeated … and she lost in such a … humiliating manner …
"Thanks for letting me win," Ye Wanwan said as she cupped her fists at the despairing Li He.
"Letting you win your a * * … Hmph!" Li He snorted.
Ye Wanwan: "…" Why's a grown man so tsundere?
After this match ended, Ye Wanwan left the stage to rest. The referee continued drawing numbers and picked a B-rank mercenary and an A-rank mercenary.
The B-rank mercenary was despairing. He originally wanted to try his luck but didn't expect to encounter an A-rank mercenary.
As expected, the B-rank mercenary was beaten to a pulp within a few minutes and wasn't a match for the A-rank mercenary at all.
…
Ye Wanwan was currently observing the stage above the stage.
The size of the stage was just right.
As long as she didn't initiate an attack, she could passively control her opponent. Moreover, due to the size of the stage, Ye Wanwan could easily toss her opponent off the stage and obtain victory.
Even if she encountered an extremely strong opponent … she could just admit defeat at worst. If worse came to worst, she still had her wine gourd …
Ye Wanwan tried her best not to use wine. Although she could possess Worriless Nie's martial strength when she was drunk, it wasn't controllable. Who knew what she would do when she was drunk … What if she jumped off the stage and hit the referee …? Then she would become the laughingstock of Scarlet Flames Academy.
Ye Wanwan wasn't very interested in other people's matches.
Most of these mercenaries weren't as strong as Big Dipper and Seven Star. Big Dipper and Seven Star had a small fight every three days and a big fight every five days. Ye Wanwan was sick of watching their matches already.
Why would she be interested in people weaker than Big Dipper and Seven Star?
"No. 165 Hong Yun, No. 8 Ye Wanwan."
The referee announced again.
Immediately, a woman in a yellow school uniform slowly walked into the ring.
After her name was called, Ye Wanwan also quickly walked up to the stage.
"These two mercenaries … One is D-rank and the other is C-rank. Heh, both of them are quite lucky."
"I think Ye Wanwan's luck is better. She encountered two C-rank mercenaries in a row."
"D-rank … C-rank … What a boring match …"
Most of the mercenaries shook their heads when they saw Ye Wan Wan and Hong Yun entering the arena. They wanted nothing more than to leave. There was nothing to see here.
"No. 165, Hong Yun, C-rank mercenary," Hong Yun said expressionlessly as she glanced at Ye Wanwan.
"# 8, Ye Wanwan, D-rank mercenary," Ye Wanwan answered.
"I'm also unwilling to attack a D-rank mercenary like you, so do you want to go down yourself or do you want me to throw you down?" Hong Yun coldly asked Ye Wanwan.
"Attack." Ye Wanwan looked at the woman.
The woman furrowed her brows. "Ye Wanwan, you're really shameless. You're just a D-rank mercenary. Do you really think you can win two matches in a row after winning one match?"
A cold glint flashed through Hong Yun's eyes as she spoke, and she instantly grabbed at Ye Wanwan.
However, as soon as the woman reached out, Ye Wanwan grabbed Hong Yun's forearm almost instantaneously.
Immediately, Hong Yun's expression changed. Before she knew it, a mysterious force was emitted from Ye Wanwan's hand.
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