This brave man is a scumbag

次日，塔里克武斗会赛事继续进行。这一次的比赛与上次有所不同，如果上一次更倾向于所谓的大逃杀的话，这一次的比赛就更像是1v1v1v1v1v1无差别格斗。

The rules of this game are very simple, ten people enter the arena, choose their opponents and fight one-on-one.The fighting process will be protected and will not be disturbed until one party admits defeat or is beaten unconscious.After a one-on-one battle, the winner is not allowed to be challenged for a short period of time, and will be given a rest time.

It seems that the rules of this game are very simple and clear, that is, ten people will fight one-on-one, and the winner will continue to fight with the winner until the final winner is determined.But in fact, the essence of this battle is not that simple.Because this game does not stipulate how many times a person must accept the challenge, that is to say, if your hiding ability is strong enough, you can wait for others to determine the final winner, and then pick peaches while he is exhausted.

There are also many strategies and plans. For example, the last runner-up, that is, Mr. Sai Ke, who was "loved" by Zhou Li and Huang Yi in turn, avoided the war of attrition in this game, and won directly in the final stage. promotion.Of course, this does not violate the spirit of warriors, it is a strategy.

At this time, Zhou Li was standing in the preparation area, with a cloth bag hanging behind him.He sat on the sofa, looked at the contestants around him, and showed a kind smile from time to time.Seeing this kind smile, the others could only hold back their smiles, pulling the corners of their mouths to show their smiles.

In fact, when they found themselves in the same arena as Zhou Li, they were already ready to admit defeat.They didn't have the slightest idea of ​​resistance. After all, the last one named Sai Ke was still undergoing psychological rehabilitation in Tarek No. [-] Mental Hospital two days ago.

If you lose the game, you lose. If you lose people, you are really gone.

Looking at the sanctimonious smiling faces of the crowd around him, Zhou Li suddenly felt a little bored.He knows that today's game may not have so much room for him to manipulate, and the three-color colorful lights he newly researched may not be useful.

Alas, why is this so?
Zhou Li sighed helplessly, he didn't know why everyone treated him specially.Obviously he also wants to integrate into the lives of ordinary people, compete with them in the same games, fight the same fights, and have the same heart, but why does everyone treat him with respect and never accept him?

Thinking of this, Zhou Li felt sad, and the fine wine with a gold coin in his hand became dull and tasteless.He put his cool three-color glare pink cat-maow fist aside, and slumped on the sofa with nothing to do, waiting for his turn to fight.

"Dudududu!"

Accompanied by the sound of an instrument with a tone similar to that of a suona, the preparation area where Zhou Li was located suddenly fell silent. Some of the people who were talking and laughing had faces ashen, and some were determined, like dead soldiers preparing to go to the battlefield. Tragic.Zhou Li didn't bother to care about it, he just walked into the arena unsteadily with his gloves on.

Soon, ten people stood in the virtual battlefield, and a dense forest immediately covered the field.Soon, the sound of gun salutes all over the sky sounded, and the game officially started.

Pushing through the jungle, Zhou Li, who had a friendly face and held a cat fist, was a lucky young contestant who was fearless and calm.When Zhou Li smashed the ground with his foot and hit him like a shell, the contestant raised his hands up and shouted angrily:

"I surrender!!!!!"

The pink glove was only one centimeter away from his face, and Zhou Li's face was full of regret.Looking at the calm young man with the standard French military salute in front of him, Zhou Li sighed, waved his hand, and left.

The young man who escaped the catastrophe breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Zhou Li's back, for some reason, the audience who had been holding their breath suddenly burst into cheers, as if it was not Zhou Li who defeated, but this young man.

"I surrender."

"surrender."

"Please."

"send."

Zhou Li walked around the forest with a numb face. At this time, his face was expressionless and his heart was as clear as ice, Wu Jing from Poland.It was the first time he felt so powerless, and it was also the first time he hated why he could choose to surrender, why he couldn't fight to the death with dignity.Now he misses Don Quixote very much, and misses the group of knights who have only one brain left.

After a bland "battle", Zhou Li stood on the stage representing the winner with a "surprised face", raised a pink cat fist, and greeted the surroundings expressionlessly.Everyone doesn't understand why this person has a Sima face when he obviously won, but the program effect of this game is quite good. After all, everyone is tired of watching "wherever you go and crush wherever you go". This is the first time I have seen the life of "raise your hand and surrender wherever you go".

After all, only the Pink Maomao Boxing has this kind of power. Normally, even if this group of warriors knew they were invincible, they would still try to challenge and compete to see if they could improve.But the pink cat boxing is really not good. Being hit by this thing is not a physical problem, but a spiritual problem.

"It's boring."

After enjoying the bustling and joyful scattered seats for a day, Ivy and others booked the box and enjoyed the luxurious life of capitalists.After pushing open the door and entering the private room, ignoring Lin Zi who was gloating and shouting about Zhou Li's horror, Zhou Li sat paralyzed beside Elma, leaning on her shoulder, and let out a long sigh.

"boring."

"Hey, it's okay, there will be a chance next time."

Elma smiled and rubbed Zhou Li's shoulders, her eyes were bent into two crescent moons, which was really cute.Ah Zi on the side patted Zhou Li on the shoulder with a smile, and asked him, "How is it? My Lord Brave? Does it feel good to see one surrendering the other? Is there any warriors who are proud of you?"

"I just think this group of people can't afford it, and they don't have the spirit of a warrior at all."

Zhou Li started the classic double-standard session in a normal way. This b completely forgot that he was a cross-segment abuser, and he still drove the cross-segment abuser.But he doesn't care, he only cares about his own power of disaster.

"If you hadn't come to Baiyin to abuse vegetables, your words must be convincing."

After Ah Zi complained solemnly, she happily prepared to watch Torreia's match.However, at this moment, Zhou Li suddenly remembered his good brother.Huang Yi's match time was right behind Zhou Li. After hearing the familiar announcement, Zhou Li happily stood up and looked towards Huang Yi's match venue.

At this time, Huang Yi was dressed in a cheap white warrior uniform, with a bandage wrapped around his head, and he pretended to stand there with his eyes closed.To be honest, if one ignores the [-]cm pink mace behind him, Huang Yi's appearance is still very deceptive.After all, he is also the Pope of the church, so his temperament and posture can't be much different.

But no matter how beautified or described, Huang Yi couldn't hide his pink [-]cm mace with barbs.If the contestants on Zhou Li's preparation table were ashen-faced, then Huang Yi's opponents could be said to be mournful.Desperation and pain were written on everyone's face, as if they didn't come to the game at all, but to give themselves a funeral.

Soon, the reminder of the game sounded.Zhou Li saw the surprise on his good brother's face and the joy when he released his depression, and also saw his galloping steps.

Then, the referee spoke.

"Contestant number one, Moose Caston, surrenders."

"Contestant No. [-], Kuntut Kolasi, Surrenders"

"Contestant No. [-], Bumbutara Istan, surrenders"

"Contestant number four, Luan Kazi Khan, surrenders"

"Contestant No. [-], Zhukov Wei, surrenders"

...

They didn't even face each other, and the moment the match was declared to start, nine voices of surrender sounded in unison.Huang Yi's excited expression immediately froze on his face, and the off-string arrow also stayed in place sluggishly.He stared blankly at the surroundings, at the empty arena, and at the impatient but daring referee urging him to leave, Huang Yi fell silent.

This time, long-lasting applause and cheers erupted from the auditorium.This is also the first time that so many people are paying attention to the silver-level competition group. Even those who are preparing for the competition next door have many people paying attention to the silver group, looking forward to the appearance of bad and hard work.

And now, "nine consecutive players directly surrender within 1 minute of the start of the game", which has never been recorded in Tarek's history, was born.It can be said that this record will be unprecedented and will be brought into the genealogy even if Tariq destroys the country.But now, the person who won this honor is standing on the winner's stage with a standard Sima face, without saying a word.

It can be seen that Zhou Li has already begun to feel empathy.

Just after Huang Yi provided four years of after-dinner talk for all the old ladies and old men in Tarek, the competition on Torreia's side also officially started.Like Baiyin, Cui Can also assigned ten people together to start the battle, and the rules were pretty much the same.

But because the mysterious Hathaway Louis was absent from the game, with the blessing of the mysterious power from the East, Torreia was lucky to get a bye, which attracted the envy of others.But only Tiya Zhouli and the others knew that it was not she who was lucky for Torreia's bye, but her opponents.

After all, these fighters are not able to deal with a coercion that grants blessings at twelve quarters.

For example, Xing Daorong.

In fact, Zhou Li, Torreia, and Don Quixote all forgot the specific name of Xing Daorong in the ring, because everyone didn't bother to remember it. They only knew that Zhou Li would respect this person as Xing Daorong when he was in the mood. Slowly everyone I started calling him Xing Daorong.And as the one who was promoted last time, who is our Mr. Xing Daorong's opponent this time?
Don Quixote.

Yes, don Quixote.

Looking at Don Quixote, whose right arm was wrapped in a bandage and whose whole body exuded a strong smell of medicine, Xing Daorong, who was holding a long knife, fell silent.After a long time, he looked at Don Quixote's right arm, and asked with a strange expression: "Did you just finish the fight? Why didn't I hear the news of the elimination?"

"The challenge has begun, get ready."

Don Quixote was too lazy to talk to Xing Daorong, and after saluting, he drew out his long sword and looked at Xing Daorong calmly.Xing Daorong himself looked at Don Quixote, who smelled of medicine and was injured, and asked with a frown:
"Can you do it? The difference between you and the disabled is that your smell of medicine is stronger than theirs. If you really can't do it, you should tell the referee and stop hitting."

"Ugh."

Don Quixote sighed, and then said seriously: "First of all, thank you for your concern."

"It's not about whether you care or not. You are in such a miserable situation. Hurry up and find the referee and go to the hospital..."

Before Xing Daorong could finish speaking, Don Quixote interrupted him with his hand, and said solemnly: "Secondly, I want to remind you."

With a heavy step on his right foot, Don Quixote instantly turned into a storm of moving blades and swept towards Xing Daorong.

"I'm strong."

In the auditorium, Zhou Li couldn't bear to look directly at Xing Daorong who had been beaten up, and was amazed.It was hard for him to imagine that a person could be beaten up by Torea first, then by himself, and finally by Don Quixote.This must be due to the digging of several graves and the demolition of several marriages in the previous life, to create such a bad relationship.

Soon, the battle in the audience came to an end, and Xing Daorong lived up to expectations and was sent away happily by Don Quixote.Obviously, Don Quixote didn't put much effort in dealing with Xing Daorong. Soon, Don Quixote solved the remaining opponents with an expression of ease and obtained the qualification for promotion.

Regarding this result, people like Ah Zi were not surprised at all.After all, for other warriors, Don Quixote, who has fought more than once on the battlefield with real guns and swords, has a great advantage.The momentum and will of the vast majority of people were completely suppressed by Don Quixote, and half of them lost before the fight started.

No way, who made Don Quixote a man who has seen the world.After all, not everyone has the opportunity to face the death of the twelve quarters of the righteous god, the death of the ancient god, and the death of the brave.

Don Quixote calmly accepted the flowers and praise from the audience, but he was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and simply thanked those who cheered for her.After receiving the badge representing promotion, Don Quixote left the arena, found Torreya, greeted Tiya, and returned to Zhouli's box.

"Played well."

Seeing Don Quixote's appearance, Zhou Li praised him.And don Quixote did not refuse, and admitted after nodding his head.After all, she played really well this time. After all, she suffered a comminuted fracture of her right arm. Even if the injury was not serious, it still had a big impact, but Don Quixote won the victory with a crushing advantage, which was not easy. of.

"Then get ready."

Zhou Li stood up from the sofa, patted the non-existent dust, and then said to Don Quixote, Elma, Torreia and Lin Zi who were staying in the box at this time: "At this time tomorrow, we will Time to act."

"You can't forget the performance for Yinjue."