I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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He seemed to understand Wu Hua’s thoughts, nodded at him, smiled slightly, and said to Wu Hua that he was no problem, and he would win all the results for the rest of the game.

Kunpeng looked at Wen Qiong, Wen Qiong of Longmen Temple, who is currently the same as Zulong, only suffered a loss when facing Chen She.

But next, Wen Qiong will face Zulong, not knowing what the battle between the two of them will be.

Haotian looked at Wu Hua’s side, smiled and nodded, and said hello to Wu Hua.

However, to everyone’s surprise, shortly after Wen Qiong came on the court, he voluntarily surrendered after only less than three moves against Zu Long.

Even Haotian showed puzzled eyes and looked at Wen Qiong suspiciously.

Wen Qiong probably also felt everyone’s unusual gaze. He was the first player to surrender so quickly among Tier 3 players other than Qi.

After holding his fists for a week, Wen Qiong said: “I am the same strength as the Zulong of Rakshamen, but in terms of combat effectiveness, I am a little bit close. That is to say, if we keep fighting, I will still lose as a result. I will play at home next, so I chose to admit defeat.”

With his explanation, the eyes of Haotian and others softened.

Like Wu Hua, Haotian hopes that Wen Qiong can win the championship or runner-up, but now Chen She turned out and took the championship, and Wen Qiong voluntarily surrendered, he could only get the third runner-up. Ensure that you will not fail when facing the next few players.

Yipin said coldly: “A good head with a breath level.” An elder next to him glanced at him, but he didn’t dare to say anything about him. Yi Poor didn’t put the eyes of the elder in his eyes, and announced that No. 6 would enter the arena to challenge Zulong.

At the same time, the Wujie competition has also accelerated the progress, probably because of Wen Qiong’s influence, and some people have begun to actively surrender to their strong opponents. Of course, like Wen Qiong, he is about to fight at home.

Zu Long’s performance in the back was as brave and free and easy as always, as if he had completely walked out of the shadow of being defeated by Chen She, quickly and decisively defeated his opponents one after another, and scored eight victories.

The next two days of competition were played, and all battles were over.

As expected, one of the Rakshasa martial arts players took the third place and the other took the sixth place, both of which were good rankings.

At this point, Rakshasa Gate really became the biggest winner of this year’s competition.

Ten people entered the finals, accounting for a quarter of the total number of finalists.

Among them, Shen-rank Chen She won the championship, Zulong runner-up, and took the top two; Qi-rank Kunpeng champion, Mei Chaofeng runner-up, also took the top two, and the other three also performed well; Wu-rank players took the The next third place, the other is also at the mid-range level; the power-level players won a fourth place, which is considered to be in the forefront.

Such achievements, in any school, will be exciting and inspiring.

But Wu Hua and the others slowly calmed down, as if such results were originally expected.

In fact, it was because the three of Kunpeng brought surprises prematurely, which gave them enough time to digest, so after the final result was announced by the poor, they were already excited.

“Junior Brother Kunpeng and Nephew Chen She, you guys prepare for it, and the demon may come.”