Chapter 107
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He chuckled and clenched his fists, his broad knuckles cracking.
He had no intention of informing Juan to watch the match. This was his own fight. As for helping his brother take revenge? That was a complete joke. The members of the Oleg clan could only rely on themselves to stand up if they fell, unless they were fighting against foreign enemies!
That kind of sissy who needed his older brother to take care of him wasn't worthy of the surname Oleg!
"Come!" Kostan's fighting spirit soared.
Although his battle record wasn't as magnificent as Brooks', Kostan had nearly a thousand battles under his belt. He simply didn't care about his chances of winning. What he cared about was how to obtain greater strength. There were some experts who would abandon their original ID and use a second ID in order to make their battle record look more perfect. Naturally, there was nothing wrong with this, but in Kostan's eyes, it was nothing more than a facade. It was useless.
All-Mouthy King's main occupation had always been debated. His bare handed Oscillating Fist and precise long-range attacks made it hard for people to judge whether he was a long-range or close combat fighter.
But ever since All-Mouthy King's dual blades had appeared in the previous match, experts believed that there was at least an 80% chance that his main occupation was an assassin. Other than assassins, there simply wasn't any other occupation that could play with dual daggers to such a degree. If one considered that he had also used a dagger against Emily of the Assassin clan, then it would be even easier to understand.
That was where the problem lay. All-Mouthy King was an assassin, but his opponent was an assassin. Ever since he had become famous, he had maintained a freakish record of 129 consecutive victories, the human tank Kostan!
Laura's expression was grave at this moment. She had a much better understanding of Kostan's strength than those trolls in the comment section.
This was a super soldier that even she deeply dreaded. He represented the true peak strength of the academy's elites. Regardless of strength, experience, or aura, he was first class. He belonged to the elite division and couldn't be suppressed. It all depended on one's performance on the spot. Whoever hit their killing move would be the one to obtain victory.
Frankly speaking, this was in a situation where there wasn't an absolute counter. Assassins … didn't stand a chance.
She didn't feel that All-Mouthy King was an assassin, but she was certain that no matter what occupation it was, it would be a headache to face Kostan in his peak condition.
This was a bigger test than Brooks. That guy wouldn't choose a random weapon again, right? All-Mouthy King seemed to specialize in a very wide range of domains. If he could counter this with his weapon, it wouldn't be impossible.
Unknowingly, the number of people in the viewing gallery easily broke the 10,000 mark. There were even more people watching via skylink in the OP forums. The majority of the audience was concerned about whether or not All-Mouthy King would still have a random weapon.
However, Wang Zhong clearly didn't care about this. He truly didn't care who Kostan was apart from a few particularly 'famous' people. Casually clicking on the confirmation button, the two quickly entered the weapon selection stage.
Kostan very straightforwardly chose a heavy armor and shield. Within the elite division, there really wasn't anyone else other than All-Mouthy King. Weapons were things that determined one's combat style. It was fine to gamble on the battlefield, but no one would roll the dice in their own domain of superiority.
A few seconds later, the eyes of a large group of people turned round. All-Mouthy King began to make his choice.
It was still random. It was random again!
This kind of behavior was intolerable to a large group of realistic people, because such a person should not exist. This was an act of courting death. Why hadn't he died until now?
"F * ck, I'm so f * cked up. I only considered the comparison of strength between the two sides, but I didn't consider the comparison of intelligence!"
"He's going to be hung up and beaten!"
"What a scam! Can I refund my ticket and not gamble? " Quite a few people participated in the betting, and quite a few people bet on All-Mouthy King. With All-Mouthy King's strength, there was still hope if he fought seriously.
There was a large group of people wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves in the live broadcast room. They were all people who had bet on All-Mouthy King. They were all clamoring for a bit, but they were all students. None of them would bet on this to make a fortune, but they still had some enthusiasm.
Arnold Teuton's face was about to become crooked from smiling. He hurriedly sent a message to Laura. "Captain, look at how lively the situation is. Do you want to bet on it?"
"You have to pay off your debt first!" Laura's faint empress style directly crushed Arnold.
Debt … As he thought of this, Arnold felt his entire body go numb. It was as if a little bear's claws were caressing and caressing his delicate flesh …
Truthfully speaking, Laura was still a bit worried. Against such a heavy soldier, long range weapons were definitely the best. They were mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining!
A fiery red, high-grade, high-explosive flame cannon appeared in All-Mouthy King's hands.
That's right, it was the handheld runic flame cannon in Sharmie's hands. This was a long range firearm with high soul power output. Naturally, any special ability it possessed would have a corresponding effect. Against a heavy soldier with such a high soul power output, it was simply too easy. It didn't give the heavy soldier any leeway to display his skills.
A smile appeared on Sharmie's calm face. Everything had its counter. She loved fighting heavy soldiers the most. These slow fellows were simply living targets. The more outstanding their defense, the more satisfied she was.
As long as she had enough soul power, she could absolutely beat her opponent to the point that their mothers wouldn't recognize them!
The prerequisite was … having enough soul power.
The live broadcast room instantly turned silent. Only the sound of saliva being swallowed could be heard. In the next second, the supporters of All-Mouthy King boiled with tears streaming down their cheeks. Finally, his luck had exploded. He had finally obtained a suppression-type weapon!
"Brother King is mighty! It's all a trap!"
"Just how displeasing to the eye does the system see Kostan?"
"Brother King's luck is simply off the charts. He'd have to help at least a hundred old grannies cross the road!"
As for the problem of soul power, no one cared about it. It was absolutely impossible for a person with such combat strength to have only 50 points of soul power.
The scene of the battle was decided. Both sides entered.
In an instant, Wang Zhong felt as though he had entered a very peculiar world.
This was a slightly dusky world. Biting cold winds blew all around him, and the ice beneath his feet cracked and cracked.
The sky was filled with a thick layer of black clouds. In the distance, a giant black vortex could be seen. It carried fragments of white wind and snow as it pierced through the heavens and earth.
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