The personal soldier of the beautiful president

After a sexy and hot opening dance, as the host of the banquet, Wenren Muye, came to the stage to give a simple opening speech, talked about the rules of the group arena, and then announced the start.

Some warriors who knew about the prizes for the champions of the group arena couldn't hold back for a long time, they wished to start right away, finish in minutes, and get the prizes in their hands!

The rules of the group arena are very simple, and the two sides of the competition are determined by random selection by a machine.

Fair and transparent.

No shady!

Moreover, there is no referee, until the other party surrenders, or loses combat effectiveness, or even dies, the game is over.

Simple and rough game rules!

It can also be said that there is no limit to martial arts!
Next to the arena, there was a huge opaque tin box, and four guards stood guarding it.

Above the box is a silver-white mechanical arm.

After stirring in the box for five seconds, the robotic arm slowly rose up, grabbing two balls.

The numbers 181 and 165 are engraved on the ball.

"Please invite the two masters with the entry numbers 181 and 165 to compete on stage!"

A beautiful woman in a red cheongsam took the two balls and read out the numbers on them. The pleasant voice spread throughout the lobby through the microphone.

Whoosh!
As soon as the cheongsam beauty finished speaking, a young man in a black sweater jumped up from the left side, stepped on everyone's shoulders, and flew towards the ring.

The movements are chic and elegant.

Those who have been stepped on their shoulders are mostly rich and powerful, and they dare not speak out.

The fighters who can participate in the group arena are all confident masters, and the average fighters don't have the courage to participate.

One must know that this group arena is a matter of life and death.

In every group arena match at the banquet, many unlucky warriors would die.

However, there are always unexpected surprises in life.

"court death!"

The young man in the black sweater originally wanted to pretend to be Bobby, but he never thought about it, but encountered a hard stubble.

Seeing that he is about to arrive in the ring.

A big man who was stepped on his shoulder was furious, stood up suddenly, reached out and grabbed the ankle of the young man in black sweater, roared, and pulled back forcefully.

The power is terrifying.

The young man in the black sweater involuntarily backed away.

Bang!
Immediately, the big man punched out, hitting the young man in the black sweater hard on the spine.

The youth in the black sweater basically did not resist.

The big man's movements are really fierce, fast and ruthless!

Click!

Spine burst!

"what……"

The young man in the black sweater suddenly let out a painful roar, fell headfirst, and lay on the ground twitching all over.

The spine is the backbone of the human body.

If the spine is shattered, even a martial arts master will be turned into a waste.

The young man in a black sweater died before he left school.

He fell down only one step away from the arena!

The big man snorted coldly, sat back again, and didn't look at the discarded black sweater youth, his face was indifferent, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him.

Soon, two guards in black carried the young man in black sweater down.

This youth in a black sweater is No. 181.

He didn't pretend to be b, and put himself in it.

No. 165 was directly promoted.

The first round of the group arena ended in such a dramatic way.

"Fuck, is this the first time this idiot has participated?"

"How dare you step on other people's shoulders to get into the ring? Hehe...you really don't know how to live or die!"

……

Many people ridiculed the young man in the black sweater.

The scale of this banquet is very large, and there are so many masters, who the hell knows which corner will be a great master?

How dare the young man in black sweater be so arrogant, he is simply seeking his own death.

With the lessons learned from the young man in the black sweater, the following competition was much more disciplined. The fighters all walked up to the ring honestly, and no one dared to pretend to be b.

Among masters, one move often determines the outcome.

Only those scumbags will hit you and me.

There are thousands of masters participating in the group arena. However, the schedule is also very fast. Usually, a competition is over in ten seconds.

For the loser, the ball with the number written on it was directly destroyed.

Disqualified from competing for the championship.

The winner's ball was put into a big opaque box and continued to participate in the group arena.

Qin Feng and Lin Wanyan sat in the private room, drinking tea and eating snacks, watching the competition leisurely.

Qin Feng yawned all over the place.

There were already hundreds of contestants on stage, only one Earth-level Grandmaster appeared, the others were Xuan-level martial arts masters, and there were even Huang-level warriors who came to the stage to join in the fun, purely looking for abuse.

Lin Wanyan also lacked interest in watching it.

She can't read it.

She just thinks that watching this boring martial arts competition is more interesting than watching martial arts movies.

"Next game, No. 67, No. 78."

The beauty in the cheongsam mechanically read out the next two numbers.

No. 78 was the big man who abolished the young man in the black sweater from the very beginning. He was nearly two meters tall, with a short cut, black face and beardless, and a strong body. Standing on the ring, he looked like an iron tower.

Everyone saw that this big man also participated, and they couldn't help talking about it.

Everyone is very curious, which unlucky guy is this fierce opponent No. 65?

Just now, No. 78 broke the spine of the young man in the black sweater with a punch. Such cruel methods are enough to show that he is not a kind person.

Moreover, strength should not be underestimated.

At least a master at the peak of the Xuan level, it can be said to be the No.1 under the grand master!
Ten seconds later.

No one came on stage.

"Please come on stage No. 67."

The cheongsam beauty read it again, as if she was afraid that the other party would not hear, and emphasized the number 67.

After waiting for ten seconds, no one came to the stage.

"Damn it, is this because she was so frightened that she dared not go on stage?"

"Signing up to participate in the group arena with just this little guts is really embarrassing to us fighters!"

……

The audience's impression of No. 67 dropped instantly.

As a warrior, it doesn't matter if you lose. As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts. Either you lose or you win.

However, if you don't even have the guts to fight on stage, that's despised.

What a coward!

"Who is this No. 67? I was so scared that I didn't dare to go on stage. This is the first one!"

In the private room, Lin Wanyan asked curiously while eating snacks.

Qin Feng took a sip of tea and said lazily: "I guess it's some coward who is afraid of death."

"Hey? Qin Feng, what's your number?"

Lin Wanyan seemed to have thought of something, and asked suddenly.

Qin Feng was slightly taken aback, sat up straight, and said with a confused face: "Yes, what is my number? Let me see..."

Qin Feng picked up the ID card on the table and took a look, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched, his face was black and black.

I Nima...