The Hell Card brings a depressing whistle to people

Wang Yixuan thought for a moment, and his face became uncertain.

He glanced at his teammates at the scene and said firmly:

"Is No. 1 Middle School really powerful?"

"But we are afraid of them because of this, which is simply ridiculous."

"Losing is not terrible, what is terrible is not having the courage to draw the sword!"

"The combat instructor told us that no matter what kind of powerful opponent we face, we must have the courage to draw the sword."

Hearing Wang Yixuan's words, everyone felt deeply ashamed.

They have trained for so long, if they surrender because they are afraid of their opponents.

What is the difference between that and deserting?

"You mean... to fight them vigorously?"

"..." Wang Yixuan shook his head and said: "But-"

"This time we are facing No. 1 Middle School, and they also represent our Jianghai City."

"With our current strength, we may not be able to defeat them."

Li Sisi interrupted and said: "We will never be able to beat them in the future."

As soon as she said this, the atmosphere in the audience instantly dropped to freezing point.

Wang Yixuan gave her a look and let her experience it herself.

"We can't beat them, and we can't enter the finals."

"No. 1 Middle School has such a strong lineup that it has a better chance than us."

"If they can finally win the championship, it will be the honor of our entire Jianghai City."

"Instead of fighting with eggs against rocks, we might as well help No. 1 Middle School and avoid exposing their cards in this round."

The leader of No. 3 Middle School nodded meaningfully.

He patted Wang Yixuan's shoulder with appreciation and said:

"Yixuan is right, it's not that we are afraid of No. 1 Middle School."

"It's for the honor of our entire Jianghai City that we, No. 3 Middle School, sacrifice ourselves to help No. 1 Middle School."

The leader's tone was sincere and very tragic.

But Li Sisi, who was honest, always felt that they were CPUing themselves.

She whispered to herself:

"Surrender if you want to, and you're still making yourself look good."

"Well, I don't want to fight them either."

Due to the need to set up the venue, there was no game that afternoon.

The competition will not be held until the next day.

This time, the venue is divided into eight virtual battle platforms.

The first round will last for two days.

Groups 1 to 8 on the first day.

Groups 9 to 16 on the second day.

The group "round robin" is still used.

Each school can participate with up to seven people.

After failure, teammates can be substitutes.

The rules of the battle are the same as before.

A first-level card master can carry up to three cards.

A second-level card master can carry four cards.

A third-level card master can carry five cards.

The higher the level of the card, the more cards you can carry.

A high level should have the advantage of a high level.

Otherwise, people will practice in vain?

The most important thing is that the three levels have different battle health.

From low to high, they are 4000, 8000, and 12000 respectively.

In this competition.

Only Lu Ming and Lin Yongqi can take out a third-level card.

When the two of them appear, they can not only carry five cards, but also their health will be increased to 12,000.

This is their level advantage.

The provincial league is a process of selecting top students.

It is not a place to seek fairness.

If you are not convinced, you can choose not to participate.

This competition rule was established a long time ago.

Lu Ming and his team's game will be on the afternoon of the next day.

In the morning, they watched the game with everyone to understand the opponents of each team.

Record the test cards they used.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.

You can underestimate the enemy strategically, but you must take it seriously tactically.

Who knows if there is any hidden genius here.

Shout out a sentence: Don't bully the poor young man.

Then take out a supreme trump card.

The situation is not good.

After watching the morning game.

Lu Ming found that he thought too much.

These teams performed mediocrely.

He didn't even have to show up.

The members of the team can kill them.

After lunch in the morning, Lu Ming summarized the information collected by everyone.

He also found several powerful teams.

At the same time, he was also thinking of ways to deal with them.

Time quickly came to the afternoon.

They were on the No. 1 battle stage.

The opponent they faced was their old friend, Jianghai No. 3 Middle School.

They had played against each other once in a friendly match.

I don’t know what progress they have made now.

After Lu Ming stepped onto the stage.

But he didn’t see the other side sending anyone up.

Waited for two minutes.

The referee announced: "Jianghai No. 3 Middle School gave up, Jianghai No. 1 Middle School won!"

"Is it a win?"

Lu Ming didn't expect the other side to surrender directly.

This is good, he doesn't have to reveal too much of his bottomCards.

The audience saw this scene and did not blame Jianghai No. 3 Middle School.

Since No. 1 Middle School won the championship in the card-making project.

The contestants have been frantically searching for news about Lu Ming on the Internet.

You don’t know until you search, and you’ll be shocked when you search.

This guy doesn’t follow the path of ordinary people.

He carries all the cards of the underworld supermodel.

Whoever fights with him, winning or losing is a trivial matter.

The most important thing is to suffer from the torture of the underworld cards.

Who dares to fight him without the certainty of winning?

In the first round of the battle, Lu Ming won without a fight and advanced directly.

After this round.

They drew lots again.

This time the numbers were only 1~8.

Divided into eight groups to fight.

Li Zhiyuan drew number 3 this time.

Fight in venue No. 3 in the morning.

Their opponents are from Donghai Middle School.

Battle stage No. 3.

Surrounded by the audience again.

Everyone wanted to see how the big devil of No. 1 Middle School tortured Donghai.

After becoming the card-making champion, they had many uninvited ten-year-old fans.

Donghai Middle School.

Zhang Lang was in a state of panic.

He never expected that.

He had fought hard to get into the second round, but his luck would be so bad.

He actually met the devil of No. 1 Middle School.

"The opponent is so shameless. They are already at the third level and still come to this kind of competition. Isn't this obviously bullying people?"

"But facing our Donghai, it's their bad luck!"

Zhang Lang perfectly interpreted his characteristic of being tough.

He can't forget being tough wherever he goes.

Even though he knew that Donghai was far from being a match for Lu Ming and his friends at the moment.

He was unwilling to admit it.

"Ahem!"

Zhang Lang coughed twice and smiled casually:

"It's just Jianghai No. 1 Middle School."

"It's just a third-level card."

"When has our Donghai ever been a coward?"

"As long as everyone goes all out, we can definitely beat them, don't you think?"

Hu~~Woo~~

After a few cold winds blew through the field, it seemed very quiet.

Look at the players of Donghai again.

Either picking their fingers or looking at the ceiling.

The most outrageous one was actually whistling and immersed in his own music world.

Suddenly, Zhang Lang set his sights on Zhang Xiaohua, who was trying his best to hide himself in the corner.

As the last one in Donghai.

This time, he was able to enter the finals, all thanks to his teammates.

Among the remaining teams, he can absolutely guarantee that he is the worst one.

But what he didn't expect was that their captain Zhang Lang said:

"Zhang Xiaohua, go and beat Lu Ming!"

"Ah???"

Zhang Xiaohua's eyes widened, and he looked confused.

He pointed at himself and asked seriously: "I beat Lu Ming????"