PUBG Mobile's strongest profession eats chicken

Chapter 947
Many people know that Qin Fan is the King, but more people don't know that Qin Fan is the King.

When Qin Fan uttered such shocking and arrogant words, some people took it for granted, but many viewers still found it unreasonable.

Qin Fan didn't care about the opinions of these people. Qin Fan ignored all their comments in the audience.

He was able to go from the bottom of e-sports to the top of the world, and sit on the world throne for four consecutive years, relying on his own ability.

"How do you want to fight? One by one, or one by one?" Qin Fan walked onto the stage, looked at God Z and the others calmly, and asked.

The discussion in the audience became more and more irritable.

"Did this buddy not understand the situation?"

"Don't he know how powerful these people are?"

"He was brutally tortured in solo, and he still wants to single out a team?"

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The audience was arguing, but Qin Fanru still looked calmly at God Z opposite him as if he hadn't heard of it.

Zhang Xue stood quietly behind Qin Fan, without saying a word, as if she intended to hand everything over to Qin Fan.

God Z thought for a long time before he said something that surprised the audience: "One team, one team."

The tens of thousands of people in the audience were in an uproar.

From the viewer's point of view, these legendary veterans can't use this method against an ordinary amateur player.

God Z's words, as well as his lack of confidence, made everyone feel compromise and retreat, as well as the fear of failure.

The audience couldn't understand why God Z would give in to an ordinary player.

After counting Huaxia, they could only find eight professional players who could compete with these more than 80 veterans.

As for Qin Fan, it is obviously impossible to be any one of these eight people.

Why, let so many masters give in to him.

Qin Fan also heard the flinch in his tone, and looked at God Z calmly with his eyes: "You are scared."

God Z's eyes dodged, and he argued, "I didn't."

Qin Fan smiled, but did not speak.

Back then, God Z was also a good boy who dared to fight and fight hard. After seven years of dormancy, he finally smoothed his spirit.

He has been sitting in a high position for seven years, and he has not made a move for seven years. His knife is already blunt.

The pampered life made him dare not face failure, and he could no longer bear failure.

Therefore, when Qin Fan mentioned the game method, he did not hesitate to choose the game method with a greater chance of winning.

One-on-one is always inferior to gang fights.

He might not have imagined that since Qin Fan asked him to choose the game style, he had already fallen into Qin Fan's game rhythm.

If you want to win, you may not be able to win, but if you are afraid of losing, you will definitely lose.

A person who dare not even face himself, how can he deal with a strong enemy.

At the start of the game, just as God Z requested, let him play four against one.

The competition system is extremely simple, and the winner is determined in one game.

There is no such thing as two wins in three games or three wins in five games.

Winning or losing is determined in one game, and there is no room for maneuver.

In one round, you have to use all your strength.

This is Qin Fan's request. Since God Z has chosen the competition mode, he will decide the competition system.

On the surface, it seems fair for both parties to decide one for the other.

But in fact, both of them were determined by Qin Fan.

God Z hadn't started to set the game mode, but he was already framed by Qin Fan's words.

His thinking had already fallen into Qin Fan's rhythm. When Qin Fan finished setting the competition system, this round was over.

As for God Z, he was about to be led away by the nose.

(End of this chapter)