Tsk tsk, not only did he fail to show off, he was forced to feed others dog food. Rapid Thunder Sword was indeed vicious.
Fortunately, the people from Underworld were used to his style. The people from Quanzhen had been trained to adapt to all kinds of dog food under Wang Yu and his wife's abusive behavior.
Otherwise, he could forget about leaving today just because of what he had said.
After Rapid Thunder Sword left, Death's Left Hand came forward and cupped his hands at Wuji. "Mr. Wuji, how have you been since we parted ways in Afterglow City?"
Death's Left Hand was a straightforward person. The two of them met for the first time and did not say anything nice.
Even if he didn't have anything to say, he couldn't bring up the matter of the Netherworld King's group besieging the Quan Zhen Sect in Afterglow City. Wasn't that an obvious provocation?
Sure enough, hearing Death's Left Hand's words, the faces of the people from Quanzhen darkened, especially Ming Jian Daoxue … This guy died in the hands of Death's Left Hand. It was a miserable death. When Death's Left Hand mentioned this, Ming Jian Daoxue felt cold.
"I'm fine."
However, WuJi smiled and said, "How did you leave after that?"
In the end, it was still Wuji. At that time, the people from Underworld did not have much of an advantage against Quanzhen and were blocked at the resurrection point. Wuji smiled and fought back.
"Hahaha!"
Death's Left Hand laughed. "Forget it. Let's not talk about those unpleasant things."
Then, Death's Left Hand looked at Wang Yu and said, "This must be Brother Iron Ox."
"Well said." Wang Yu nodded.
"I watched your match!" Death's Left Hand sighed. "It's a pity I didn't meet you in Afterglow City."
"Likewise!" Wang Yu smiled faintly. "But you should feel lucky."
“？？？”
Hearing Wang Yu's words, Death's Left Hand was taken aback. Feel lucky? Death's Left Hand had played games for a long time and had never seen such a crazy guy.
Of course, the Grim Reaper's Left Hand didn't know that Wang Yu was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
After coming to his senses, Death's Left Hand sized up Wang Yu and said in a hostile tone, "You're very confident."
"It's just so-so," Wang Yu said modestly. "I haven't lost a single fight until now."
"I …"
Everyone from the Netherworld King Realm was dumbfounded.
This was the Pro League, and experts were as common as the clouds. He dared to say that he had never lost a fight. This kid was crazy enough.
"I'll see you at the tournament!" Grim Reaper's Left Hand cupped his hands at Wang Yu again before leaving with his subordinates.
After watching the Grim Reaper's Left Hand leave, the people of Quanzhen stared at Wang Yu with their mouths agape and said, "Niu Ge, I used to think that you were a low-profile person. I didn't expect you to be so cool when you pretend to be cool."
"Acting cool?" Wang Yu smiled and said, "That's not true. I'm telling the truth … Don't you know that?"
Everyone: "…"
Alright, he was purely addicted to acting cool.
Tomorrow was the quarterfinals, and the remaining teams were all first-rate teams in the country. The opponents were getting stronger, and the players were getting more and more nervous, especially the Sky Dragon team. After experiencing so many hardships, they finally squeezed into the quarterfinals, and they had to be careful with every step they took.
If professional players were like this, then the amateurs of Quanzhen didn't need to be mentioned.
After the tournament, this group of people didn't go out to play, but stayed in the hotel to study their opponents.
There was still a gap between Quanzhen and the real experts. It wasn't as easy to win the tournament with just Wang Yu and the others.
In the first battle, even if Wang Yu and the others all went on stage, they only had the confidence to get 3 points. The second round was a random battle. If Wang Yu and the others couldn't go on stage, they would lose 10 points.
In this way, in the last group battle, they had to ensure that their players had a survival rate of more than 9.
The opponents were all second-to-none experts in the country. Out of 10 people on the battlefield, nine would survive. This was not easy.
…
In the hotel room, Wuji pointed at the team introduction on the wall, "Nine States team, the number one team in the country for five consecutive years. Everyone should know this."
"I don't know!" Wang Yu raised his hand.
Wuji ignored Wang Yu and continued, "Their captain, Five Lakes Four Seas, is a top expert in the industry. He was once the vice president of the Three Fiends Village and fought with me. You saw what happened to the Three Fiends Village …"
"Don't brag!" Everyone said angrily, "Tell us the truth!"
"The truth?" Wuji sneered, "The members of Nine States team are the top professional players in the industry. You guys, other than those three who play with kung fu, have zero chance of winning against them."
"Is it that exaggerated?" Wang Yu asked in surprise.
Wang Yu understood Wuji. No matter how strong an expert was, he would only be a little stronger than trash. This was the first time Wang Yu saw him introduce opponents like this. If even he felt that the opponent was strong, then the opponent must be strong.
Wuji said shamelessly, "It's not exaggerated at all! After all, he lost to me. "
"F * ck f * ck f * ck! F * ck off! "Everyone was furious again.
Wang Yu finally came back to his senses. This grandson bragged so much about the Five Lakes and Four Seas just to show that he had once defeated the Five Lakes and Four Seas. As expected, he was the shameless leader of the Quanzhen Sect.
"Team Raging Desolation!" Wuji pointed at another team and said, "This team has always been number two, second only to Nine States. Moreover, they have been number two for five consecutive years. Their fighting spirit is very high. If you meet them in the early stages, you will definitely be at a disadvantage. You trash will definitely have zero chance of winning …"
"Alright, alright." Everyone saw that Wuji was about to mock them again and forcefully interrupted, "Can you stop bullshitting and just say it. Who do we have a higher chance of winning against?"
"Well …"
Wuji pointed at Sky Dragon Team and Underworld Team in the middle and said, "In contrast, we still have a higher chance of winning against Cong Xin's team and Underworld Team. After all, we are old rivals with Cong Xin, and we are more familiar with Underworld Team."
"I have an idea!" At this time, Mingdu suddenly raised his hand.
Wuji nodded, "Say it!"
Mingdu said, "Tomorrow, we will directly challenge one of these two teams, and we should be able to get into the top four. At that time, even if we stop in the top four, we can still make enough money."
Indeed, Quanzhen was just a team of amateurs. It was already a great achievement for them to be able to squeeze into the top four of the national competition in their first time.
"No, no, no!"
Wuji waved his finger and said, "Each team only has one chance to challenge. It's a pity to use it in tomorrow's competition. Our goal should be the champion."
"Champion?" Mingdu asked, "If we don't use this opportunity tomorrow, what if we meet Nine States Team? I'm afraid we can't even get into the top four. "
"Don't worry!" Wuji smiled and said, "The competition has always been the survival of the fittest. What you can think of, others can certainly think of."
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