Quadruple split

Chapter 2013 Halfway through the round

"There's quite a tacit understanding?"

Yidong turned to look at the virtual screen filled with a large number of skill special effects in mid-air, and asked curiously: "What do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Mo Tan crossed his arms and looked at the young man and woman facing each other on the screen, and said lazily: "According to our analysis just now, the two main players [Pai Lao] have no intention of fighting in this civil war. It’s a life-and-death fight. Although it looks lively at first glance, in essence, this game is simply an exhibition match.”

Yidong was not surprised at all, and just asked casually: "So you mean, Guo Shi Wushuang has been promoted by default?"

"It can't be said to be an unofficial decision, because even if the two of them fight with real swords and guns, it is almost impossible for Guoshi Wushuang to lose to Fenghuaxueyue from the same club."

While Mo Tan took advantage of Yuchen's absence to drink coffee (the latter would always make him black tea to help him develop good habits), he said sternly: "Kang Lan also said just now that the [Pai Lao] Club is very important to individuals. In fact, honor is not particularly valued, but they attach great importance to collective honor. Any event similar to the 'team competition' will be regarded as a top priority by them, so the reason why these two retain their strength now is very clear. "

Huo Yanyang stared at the calm young man on the screen who was doing the 'Die Yaojiu' with resentment on his face, and said angrily: "It's so unsportsmanlike!"

"Stop talking about those useless things. Sportsmanship cannot be exchanged for money. Let me tell you, if they really fight to the death at this time and let the potential enemies around them see their trump cards, they will be in trouble. ”

Zhou Lan shook his head and said sternly: "The promotion of the National Scholar Wushuang is already a certainty. The rest depends on this buddy's luck."

At the same time, as if echoing Hiran's words, the balance between the two players was instantly broken. Starting from breaking the Yaojiu with one hand, Guo Shi Wushuang began to fill up the rhythm at an incredible speed, launching a stunning move towards Feng Hua Xue Yue. The dizzying fast attack, although the visual effect is still very COOOOOL, but to put it bluntly, it is throwing mahjong pieces at Fenghuaxueyue at an eye-popping speed, and after about two minutes of smashing, the latter's health value is returned alive. Zero.

I have to say that after seeing this, the vast majority of the audience basically saw the fact that these two men were not fighting seriously. However, most people have a more tolerant mentality and feel that this kind of civil war with high and low judgments is really unnecessary. I want to fight to the death, so generally there is no opinion. As for some people who either like to be more serious or have ulterior motives, although they will speak out through various channels, they will never affect the mainstream ideas, so except for those who have direct relations with [Pai Lao] It was a pity for those who were in a competitive relationship, but everyone was happy with the result.

At this point, the third round of the top 16 rounds of the guilt debate and individual battles has officially ended, and those who advanced:

Mu Xuejian——[2]

Unparalleled National Scholar——[7] Lot

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"Ahhhh! Wushuang, you waste!"

Five minutes later, in the Pai Lao conference room, Fenghuaxueyue finally couldn't bear it anymore and picked up the pillow and knocked the country man Wushuang to the ground with a silly smile on his face. He straddled the latter and used soft cushions and slippers to hit him continuously like a torrential rain. , gritted his teeth and said: "Look what you drew! Cordoba! Did I let you win the game just now just to see you get beaten by Cordoba in the next round!?"

While enjoying Feng Hua Xue Yue's not too heavy fist, Guo Shi Wushuang smiled harmlessly and said: "Think of something good, Xue Yue, you also know the fighting style of that Cordoba brother, so I'll leave it at that. If you are turned into a mosaic by his extremely violent and beautiful attacks, it will seriously affect everyone's mood when analyzing the game."

Feng Huaxueyue rolled her eyes, and then suddenly realized that her current action seemed a bit indecent. She immediately bounced off Guoshi Wushuang like an electric shock, blushing and speechless.

"Don't worry, Xue Yue."

Guo Shi Wushuang also stood up. When he saw this, he immediately comforted him kindly: "For a height of 1.68 meters and over 100 pounds, it is really not heavy. The dumbbells I usually put on my body when I work out are heavier than you."

"You... you are a gangster!!!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Huaxueyue, who had never expected that Guo Shi Wushuang would directly lift his body weight, was stunned for a moment, then screamed, and used a sharp whip to kick Guo Shi Wushuang to the ground, who had just stood up, and then It was just a [Lady Trample] that was very lethal but not going away. I trampled Guoshi Wushuang for a full five minutes before he stopped temporarily, dripping with sweat and still unfinished, and asked angrily: "So, you hit Cordo?" If Wa is the case, how sure are you of winning?"

"Are you crazy? How can I win?"

"go to hell!!!"

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at the same time

Public space, Idong’s private room

"The national scholar is unparalleled."

Cordoba held his chin and smacked his lips. After a while, he said with uncertainty: "Based on the analysis of the games we saw before, that brother should be quite strong, but he should be that kind of My caster is not very restrained, so if nothing else, I shouldn’t lose easily.”

Zhou Lan, who had been pestering Cordoba to ask about the comparison of the two sides' combat power, finally felt relieved and sighed: "That's good. Anyway, you must work hard together with me, Sister Xiaole and Pigeon!"

"I don't need it."

Gu Xiaole immediately raised his hand to show that he didn't need to be counted, and said cheerfully: "We are very contented."

"I haven't lost yet!"

Ji Xiaoge fluttered his wings twice in dissatisfaction, and then clapped his hands very pertinently: "Although I also feel that I definitely can't win!"

Zhou Lan shrugged his shoulders and said dryly: "Don't take me seriously as a person who has already been buried. Let me tell you something, my only wish now is to keep a complete body. Brother Ling Jie of Po Feng Bird seemed to be dead yesterday. It was blown to pieces directly."

"Too harsh."

Mo Tan twitched the corner of his mouth, stood up and stretched, and then greeted the big guy: "I'm going to do some other things. I'll send you some news."

Huo Yanyang was stunned for a moment and asked curiously: "Aren't you going to watch the next game?"

"It depends on the situation. Take a look if you have the chance."

Mo Tan shrugged and complained: "Kang Lan and Xiao Ge don't have much confidence in themselves anyway, so they have no motivation to cheer for you."

Zhoulan nodded immediately and said sadly: "Yes! I'm just so worthless!"

"Go, go! I told Xiaodao before that you don't need to watch my game today."

Ji Xiaoge waved his hand in a particularly open-minded manner and showed a vigorous smile: "If Yuchen comes over here, I will send you a message."

"Ahem, that's not the case."

Mo Tan touched the tip of his nose with some guilt, and then gave Yi Dong a look that said, "If you have anything to do, please send a message to all my characters one by one." Then he logged out of the public space and changed his account in the preparation area.

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a moment later

"Hey, you're such a heartless person and you still know how to come here."

The girl lying on the bed lazily pushed herself up, raised her eyebrows at her partner who walked in as if she was going back to her home, and said, "Obviously I was the one who took care of that foreign girl, but you disappeared while playing. Why, you were eliminated." Too early to see me?"

Mo Tan walked over to Futaba and sat down next to her with a smile. He put the latter's head on his lap and asked while braiding her hair: "Where is our Sword Saint girl? Why aren't you here to watch it with me?" Contest?"

Although it was clear that the other party would only mess up her hair, Futaba had no intention of slapping Mo Tan's claws away. She just closed her eyes and said angrily: "So the reason why you came here is actually to find someone. Our Sword Saint girl?”

"Yeah, but you just have to make do with it."

Mo Tan smiled, and then asked casually while watching Podouluo chasing the young Gandalf on the screen: "I heard Foster say that you have successfully killed Rebecca Hopkins." Did you join the gang? The one you gave me was the King of Spades?"

"Yes, I have to cultivate some direct descendants of my own."

Futaba gave an affirmative answer and said in a brisk tone: "But strictly speaking, Rebecca is part-time here. After all, she still has a serious club job in the United States. Although she is third-rate, she is Unlike you and me, she is a good girl who values feelings, so it is probably impossible for her to completely abandon the light and turn to darkness."

Mo Tan shrugged and said casually: "It doesn't matter, as long as she can't kill the little red dragon for a day, she will continue to be our thug for a day. As for the convenience that the organization can provide her, it will not matter if she does not start with the Red Constellation Club. Under the premise of a head-on conflict, even if we give Rebecca as much support as possible, she will not be able to achieve her goal."

"Huh, anyway, it's your business to make money to support your family. The most I can do is get some highly mysterious things from the City of Miracles to show off."

Futaba straightened up and lazily fell back to lean on Mo Tan's shoulder: "Speaking of which, just now Foster sent someone a message to me, saying that you have roped in that thirty-two bad hottie? And? And you gave it to a cadre very generously?"

Mo Tan nodded slightly and replied absently: "Yes, there are not many managerial talents with a bad heart these days. It's hard to find a suitable one. Naturally, I contacted her as soon as possible to arrange to go to Foster. There’s an interview there.”

"That's what I say, but we have taken a bit too far recently."

Futaba glanced at the screen and said leisurely: "If I remember correctly, that young Gandalf was a temporary worker here before, right?"

"Maybe, I'm not free enough to remember the names of every temporary worker."

Mo Tan smiled, and then followed what Futaba said just now: "As for the speed of development, you can rest assured that at least in a short period of time, I personally will not bring in any more cadre-level newcomers. In fact, this After the first interrogation debate is over, I want you to coordinate the organization for a period of time, what do you think?"

"Let's talk about it then."

Futaba replied noncommittally, then raised his eyebrows and said: "Tsk, sure enough, I knew that there was no way that Po Douluo from Yuhuo would lose to that mage kid. The gap between the two sides is too big."

"No. 11."

Looking at the numbers that appeared above Po Douluo's head, Mo Tan rubbed Futaba's hair affectionately and asked with a smile: "How is it? Are you confident that you will get a good ranking?"

Futaba switched the channel to the match between Christina and the Holy Light King, and shrugged: "It's hard to say. The gap between the upper and lower limits of the top thirty-two is too big. Gandalf can be crushed to death casually. There are also some unreasonable things like Awakening Dragon and Cordoba. Whether it goes well or not depends on your luck."

Mo Tan smacked his lips and said with a half-smile, "You seem to have missed one big flower and morning glory."

"That's a benefit, okay."

Futaba twitched the corners of his lips and sneered: "Instead of wasting time thinking about that cow, I might as well find a way to kill those people who may cause me trouble in the game."

"Good guy!"

Mo Tan suddenly let out a sigh and watched helplessly as the giant dragon that almost occupied more than two-thirds of the entire screen staggered and rolled down from the ambush site carefully chosen by King Shengguang without any warning. , after crushing a large number of plants and scaring the urine of countless animals, he appeared in front of the stunned client, and then——

Click!

Accompanied by a quiet crackling sound, the Holy Light King, who was unable to dodge, was directly crushed by Christina's nearly 160,000-pound (approximately 72 tons) body. He didn't even have time to utter a modal word before he directly turned into white light. Lost.

But it took a while for Christina to stand up unsteadily with [12] on her head, let out a dragon roar of unknown meaning, and then disappeared.

At this point, the fourth round of the top 16 rounds of the guilt debate and individual battles has officially ended, and those who advanced:

Po Douluo——【11】Lot

Christina——[12]

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"I think if the dragon hadn't been frightened and couldn't stand still, the game would have lasted at least another half hour."

Futaba shook his head and sighed: "But this round of lottery is pretty good. Christina, a mindless little female dragon, is facing the Vice-President of the Yuhuo Guild, Po Douluo, who is always unhappy because of all the bad things in reality. , which is good news for me."

Mo Tan smiled and said cheerfully: "Don't be too happy too early. Anonymous, Xinglong and the brave Yayake of Group A are not good friends. If you bump into them, you might as well match with these two. Together."

"you shut up."

Futaba hit Mo Tan's chin hard with her forehead and said angrily: "How could I be ranked among those things?"

"Hiss, it would be best if you could really be a good person."

Mo Tan grinned and rubbed his chin, raised his eyebrows and said, "But if you are unlucky, to be honest, who do you least want to be lined up with?"

"Cordoba."

"Tsk, standard answer."

"Awaken the dragon."

"Oh? You can't even beat a small professional player?"

"It's not that I can't beat him, I'm just not sure."

"To be more specific, what are the approximate odds of winning?"

"Maybe 10%."

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