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Guess your uncle...

Odin's face darkened for a moment, as expected, he couldn't expect to hear the truth from the professional Huaxia players.

But... even if you don't ask this time, it should be almost the same.

"It's been 9 minutes, Zhang Jiale still wants to procrastinate?"

"How long does he want to delay? Fifteen minutes or sixteen minutes?"

"I don't know, but no one can say anything. After all, Zhang Jiale and Dracula didn't fight passively..."

"How can this not be regarded as a passive match?!" The American referee blushed and scolded: "Feng Xianjun, don't go too far. If you have the ability, find me a single match that is longer than the current one."

"Okay." Old Feng yawned, although he also felt that the time was a bit too long, but this was his own boys' tactics and he had to stand up for it: "Let's go find it, Xu Bin and Huang Shaotian from the Huaxia Professional League The game video, I remember it seems to be..."

"21 minutes." Huaxia's secondary referee immediately said knowingly: "The longest registered professional league single player event."

"You...but this is the World Invitational! The first World Invitational! Do you know how many people are watching?"

"I don't know, actually I don't really care too much." Feng Xianjun said with a cheerful smile: "I just know that you have to follow the rules, yo, your face is so red? Congested? Would you like a quick-acting heart-rescuing pill? Can you not Collect money."

Just call daddy.

"You...you...Master Referee!"

"After verification, this is indeed not the longest single-player game on record, so the game continues." The referee shook his head: "If the game is suspended now, how will the score be calculated? Huaxia's tactical loss and Dracula's loss What about physical and mental consumption? Is there going to be a second draw in the group arena?"

This is the joke of the entire jury.

"The referee is wise." Feng Xianjun smiled and nodded, looking at Zhang Jiale's serious face. So, boy, do what you want to do.

Phew... Tired?A smile appeared on Zhang Jiale's lips. The frequency of Dracula's attacks had dropped, and he was now actively looking for opportunities to rest.

Although he was also very tired, Zhang Jiale didn't have any worries.

Since you're tired, let me start giving you a little intensity, shall we?The time for the chase is over, it's time for...the run!

"If I were Dracula, I would choose to surrender now and enter the rest time of the team competition and group arena." Prometheus of the Australian team sighed: "If we continue to fight like this, the team competition Gula is really..."

"According to the old Chinese saying, it's not that he doesn't want to, but he can't. Now Dracula is simply unable to get rid of a tiger. If he surrenders now, the disadvantage of the American team may not be able to be brought back..." Athena shook her head: " Now all he needs to do is..."

storm!

The fake life on his body was completely consumed in an instant and transformed into movement speed, attack speed and attack power, and Dracula's health began to decline slowly and continuously.

Blood Transformation!

Although I admire your spirit, but this time, I must win for the US team!

Dracula, who was full of blood, attacked and killed Dante by almost overdrawing the limit of his physical strength. The ammunition expert, who was originally nimble and light, became much bulkier at this moment.

"It's not just Dracula who is consuming physical energy crazily, Lao Zhang's physical energy consumption is definitely much more than his..."

"Twelve minutes." Yu Wenzhou glanced at the time: "Ye Xiu, how is it?"

"It's almost..." Ye Xiu sighed, "Hurry up, let's end it."

If this continues, how long can you play professionally?Zhang Jiale?
Zhang Jiale's hands were no longer trembling slightly, but began to shake uncontrollably. His throwing skills, which were once the best in the league, were now unable to be used even [-]% of the time. Various grenades began to appear in the air. Flowers bloomed around Dracula and Dante.

And the blood volume of both sides finally began to decline rapidly.

Come on, this is my last ripple... Phew, the last madness.

Zhang Jiale chuckled, the flash bomb hit the ground fiercely, he jumped back, and all kinds of special grenades began to fly out of his hands.

Thunder!

Since it is no longer possible to accurately spot kill, then... let's win by quantity!

The cloud of bats exploded one by one as the thunder hit the ground, turning into a blood mist, and then recondensed into a scarlet rain of swords and shot at Dante. In the end, the smoke of the thunder dissipated, Only Zhang Jiale's Dante remained.

Did you win?
no... lost...

A blood-red bat with golden pupils rushed straight down from the sky, and Dracula's blood volume was just the last bit left.

However, this trace has become a natural moat that Zhang Jiale has completely insurmountable.

Turning into a human form, the dagger in his hand pierced Dante's body, and then began to draw the demon hunter's blood.

Recovered completely, the dagger in his hand flew...

Has there been absolutely no room for resistance?So it seems that the biggest reason why I was able to win this game when I was young, but sorry, I don't want to lose either!
【glory】!
Dante fell to the ground, and the timer in the middle was frozen at fifteen minutes and 43 seconds.

A round of individual matches in the arena lasted nearly 6 minutes. This was something that no one had dared to imagine, but this scene did indeed appear on the field of the World Invitational Tournament.

"It seems that I'm going to give up the title of Mill King to Deputy Team Zhang." Xu Bin shook his head with a smile: "If it were me, facing such a master, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape for such a long time."

"It's a little self-deprecating to say that, Deputy Commander Xu." Zheng Xuan said cheerfully, "In this situation, no matter who it is, the pressure will be great, but if it's only you..."

"Humility, it's too modest, be bold, if it's handed over to Deputy Commander Xu, I think he can delay it for a year!"

"Hurry up and get out, but judging from the appearance, the tactics here should be completed, and Ye Xiu's face has improved a lot."

"Shit, in the face of their kind of dog, you can see the ghost by looking at their expressions."

"That depends on guessing?"

"That's even more outrageous?"

What they didn't know was that the Huaxia team really breathed a sigh of relief. Ye Xiu, who was the main force of the ground assault, had recovered about [-]% to [-]% of his physical strength. After the team competition officially started, he would recover almost [-]% of his physical strength.

Zhang Jiale walked out of the competition seats wearily, and after nodding with the staff at the gate, the Dante account card in his hand fell to the ground.

It seems that he shouldn't have laughed at Ye Xiu before, but now... his account card is already a little unstable.

Declining the kindness of the staff to help him pick up the account card, Zhang Jiale picked up the account card with a smile, wiped it with trembling hands, put it in the pocket of his jacket, and walked out of the passage with both hands in his pocket.

"Contestant Zhang Jiale!"

Zhang Jiale froze for a moment, then turned around to see that Dracula was walking towards him.

"It was a wonderful game." Dracula smiled and held out his hand.

"Thank you, and you too." Zhang Jiale smiled and held Dracula's hand together: "I was supposed to shake hands with you, but I was afraid that you would think I was provocative, so I had to, please forgive me. "

"It's just a normal tactical plan. You can strictly implement such a tactic, which is admirable in itself." Dracula shook his head with a smile: "Go to the lounge to rest, your hand..."

"It's already an old guy."

"You mean to say that the future era is ours?" Dracula asked with a smile.

"No, it will still be ours." Zhang Jiale said seriously: "Our next generation of players has already grown up, and our older generation of players will do everything possible to guide them."

"Really, that's something to look forward to." Dracula said with a smile: "However, in this match, it's hard to say who wins."

"Indeed, but, I believe, it will be us." Zhang Jiale let go of his hand: "After the game, if you want, can we have a meal together?"

"Of course, it's a pity I didn't have us in that banquet, god...forget it."

Zhang Jiale left the stage with a smile, and his team members were already gathered around the stage, as if they would rush up if they found something was wrong.

Of course, if the referee hadn't stopped him, Fang Rui and the others would have already rushed forward.

"How?" Xiao Shiqin asked, "Did that kid threaten you so that you could not leave Zurich?"

"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Jiale said a little speechlessly: "It's just a normal post-match exchange. Sorry, I didn't get this point."

"You've done a great job." Ye Xiu patted Zhang Jiale's shoulder seriously: "You've really done a great job."

Constantly squeezing his limit, consuming his professional lifespan, buying precious recovery time for Ye Xiu.

"That's good... hurry up and adjust your condition. It's going to be the final competition soon." Zhang Jiale laughed, as gentle and uninhibited as usual.

"Phew... I still lost in the end."

"If you don't take off for so long, I'm afraid there is a possibility of winning?"

"Maybe, but it is absolutely impossible for the leader of the Huaxia team to have such a long recovery time. With the frequency of his fight with God just now, he will become the weakness of the entire Huaxia team in the team competition?"

"That's true...but, who knows if this is another smoke bomb released by the Huaxia team?"

"I don't feel like..."

In the corridor in front of the box, more and more professional players came out of their boxes. After the game where they had no peeing spots, they realized that their bladders were not able to hold it anymore.

"Oh? Were there so many Chinese professional players in the box here before?"

"No, right? There seems to be a box for those unprofessional people from Korea. Is this box in the middle the box for the Chinese team?"

"Odin, are you associating with the Huaxia Professional League?"

More and more professional players discovered the situation in the Ruguo box, the Huaxia box, and the Korean box that had left Zurich, and enthusiastically joined in to join in the fun.

"Alexander Dumas! That's Artemis! How do you say hello in English..." Chen Guo, who was touched by Zhang Jiale's efforts just now, instantly became energetic. You must know that he has always wanted to become a professional in the world. Some people in the alliance were dug back.

"Sister Guoguo, don't...forget it, anyway, it seems that many people have come here before." Bai Mo sighed, but did not stop Chen Guo's behavior. Other professional teams counted substitutes and others. Two or three people, Xingxin currently has too few professional players to be honest.

"Hey, do we have to get in touch with them too? What if someone wants to join our team?"

"I think that Bechymos is very suitable for our imperial style, Captain..."

"We can't afford it..." Tian Sen shook his head regretfully.

"Perhaps they would like to?"

Tian Sen was slightly moved: "That's actually..."

After all, not all club owners like Xingxin's owner, Chen Guo, who likes to fight in person. She doesn't play in almost every game. Compared with the boss, she is more like Xingxin's number one fan. This is a member of other teams. I can't be envious.

But this does not prevent them from communicating with each other. Even if there is no real-time translator, they can chat happily with the translator that comes with the phone.

"Maybe this is the charm of Glory?" Bai Mo tilted his head.

Tang Rou smiled, "Yes."

On Team Blue Rain's side, Napoleon was excitedly holding Lu Hanwen's hand vigorously, which made Xiao Lu's cheeks flush, "Well, you..."

"You are the successor of Master Juggernaut, right! I know you! A genius born with sword bones!" If Dumas hadn't been dragging Napoleon from behind, she would have already rushed forward and hugged Lu Hanwen tightly to realize the close proximity of what she said. The inheritance of the Dao of the Sword has passed.

"Well, girl, please let go first... Xiao Lu is still young. If you have anything, you can go to Mr. Huang! Hey, hold on tight!" Zheng Xuan stopped Napoleon in a state of confusion.

"Aqiu!" Huang Shaotian sneezed, and somehow wrapped himself in the national team uniform.

"Did you catch a cold, feel uncomfortable, have a headache and have a fever?" Xiao Shiqin, who was chatting with Guo Mingyu, turned his head happily and asked.

"Go to hell." Huang Shaotian said calmly, "If I die today, I will die on the bench."

Li Xuan really wanted to come up and have a chat, but no one paid any attention to him.

"It's a pity... Will the leader of your Huaxia team play in the final team competition?" Rousseau asked with a smile.

"Eh...do you believe me?" Song Xiao pondered for a moment: "Or...do you think Bai Mo, who is also a sorcerer, will tell us?"

"...My fault." Rousseau shook his head.

Unknowingly, almost all the professional players of the national team are crowded here.

It's lively enough, isn't it?
Before the storm, the last calm...

(End of this chapter)