Fading God Card

"How many people do you have here, I'll pick them all!"

Jiang Wenming yelled, which startled Manager Gao, and even those people in the distance looked back curiously.

But the strong man finally stopped his hands, spat at Jiang Hanyu, whose face was bloody and limp on the ground, and stood aside with his hands folded, a bit of color appeared on his face.

"A rough man is a rough man, why are you shouting so loudly?" Mo Le licked his ears.

"You said that you want to challenge all the players, look at your tone, are you kidding?"

"Deacon Mo, I think you think highly of this arrogant guy. Does he really think dark duels are child's play? Pick all of them! These people are all good players, and everyone has at least the combat power of a five-star fighter!"

"Really consider yourself a hero when you are lucky enough to help in this city battle?" Manager Gao chimed in.

But Jiang Wenming ignored them and went straight to Jiang Hanyu.

"Brother Jiang, ahem, my sister asked you to come? It's dangerous here, hurry up!"

Jiang Wen understood him with a glance: "What time are you still hanging the book bag, let me see your injury."

Jiang Wenming frowned after investigating with his long-term medical experience.

Jiang Hanyu's injury was not too serious, but it was not light either. Three fingers on his left hand were sprained, and one of his left ribs was broken. It is estimated that the opponent just wanted him to suffer.

But even so, Jiang Hanyu didn't say a word, he just trembled slightly, and his whole body was wet with cold sweat. For a teenager, his temperament was already very good.

With a bang, Jiang Wenming took out a bag of medicine that he carried with him.

"This is a painkiller, this is to soothe the nerves, this is to reduce swelling and blood stasis, bear with it for a while, and I will help you deal with your fingers first."

Jiang Wenming suddenly glared at the bald man standing aside. The latter frowned at Jiang Wenming's eyes, but at this time Jiang Hanyu also followed Jiang Wenming's eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Wenming clicked, and without knowing how he moved, Jiang Hanyu's dislocated three fingers were straightened by him.

"hiss!"

"I thought you didn't know the pain, but now there are no tools to help you fix it, and you don't know how your joints and ligaments are. Don't use your hands for the time being, you know?"

"Oh, and there's nothing I can do about your ribs, but as long as you don't exercise strenuously, it should be fine, but it will be very painful. You should take the painkillers first, and we will go to the doctor later."

Looking at the potion that Jiang Wenming handed over, Jiang Hanyu, who had been pretending to be strong, finally couldn't help it, his eyes turned red, and tears rolled down his eyes.

"Thank you Brother Jiang, I...I...I want to go home! Wow!"

"Why are you crying? A man bleeds, sweats and doesn't shed tears. If you want to bleed, you have to let the person who bullies you bleed!"

"Today, I will take you home!"

Jiang Wenming clapped his hands, stood up, and looked around.

At a glance, there are about two hundred people onlookers, plus one hundred people on guard outside, this is already the size of a small camp.

And these people are separated from each other, probably divided into three groups, probably not in the same camp.

In the largest group, those who were fiddling with the live broadcast machine should be Mo Le's subordinates, and the other two groups should be the other two protagonists of today.

If there is no accident, these three waves of people should have a fiery dark duel today.

It's just that wherever Jiang Wenming was, there were never any shortage of surprises.

He looked at the two groups of people, then looked back at Mo Le.

"Tell me, how do you compare?!"

Mo Le smiled: "Just now, this bastard just warmed up the field when we were debugging the equipment, but unfortunately, his strength is not very good, and the field cannot be warmed up at all.

How about this, although I am very optimistic about you, if you directly compete with others, my other dark duelists will not be satisfied. As long as you defeat the black fist Ah Guang, I can let you participate in this dark duel.

Every time you win a game, I will give you 200,000. Ten games is 2 million. If you win ten games, you can take this person away! "

"Two hundred thousand?" Jiang Wenming shook his head.

The dark duel is really profitable, no wonder it has attracted so many card hunters to fall into the trap.

Unfortunately, although the price was already very high, it still failed to impress Jiang Wenming.

"This in and out, doesn't it mean that I don't earn a point? No, I think it should be like this. I don't want a point in the first nine games, but if I win all ten games, all your profits must be given to me. , and you have to fight me!"

"As long as I lose one out of ten games, I will pay you back the two million! How about it?!"

hiss!

Manager Gao's eyes widened.

"Do you know what you're talking about? Winning ten games in a row? Even our strongest seed duelist dare not say such a thing. Why do you, a poor card hunter, speak so loudly?!"

But at this moment, a beautiful woman in a red evening dress who looked a bit out of place here swayed her waist and walked over with two bodyguards.

She glanced up and down at Jiang Wenming with interest and said with a smile:

"Tsk tsk tsk, Young Master Mo, it looks like you made a fun guy today! I said why it took so long to start."

"Haha, Mrs. Di, I'm sorry, all these equipments were taken out from the old warehouse today. They haven't been used for a long time, so it will take some time, but don't worry, you can start immediately after the warm-up is over, and it won't delay you too long. Time."

Mo Le glanced greedily at Mrs. Di's waist, and replied with a smile.

"Okay! I hope you hurry up, I sneaked out this time, and I have to go back to discuss with that dead ghost how to crusade against the Soul Emperor!"

"If it weren't for this, I really don't want to come to this place!"

"Yes, yes, who said no!" Mo Le apologized with a smile.

But Mrs. Di waved her hand: "I won't say polite words, hurry up!"

After finishing speaking, she twisted her waist and returned to her seat. Seeing this, Mo Le first took two breaths at the place where Mrs. Di was standing just now, and then turned her head to look at Jiang Wenming.

"Your condition, I agree!"

"There is no evidence for what you say!"

"Words as evidence!"

The two looked at each other, and directly signed a written statement on the soul net.

Once the agreement is violated, all the properties of the violating party on the soul net will be frozen, and I will not be able to use the functions of the soul net. This is a very big loss for both parties, and generally no one dares to do this.

The simplest, without the soul net terminal, you can't hold a lot of soul coins in your crotch, right?

After getting ready, Jiang Wenming looked directly at the bald man who had been standing aside with his arms folded, looking at him gloomyly.

If nothing else, this should be one of Mo Le's duelists.

That is the so-called black boxing Ah Guang.

"Boy, I really appreciate your courage. How about this, in order to save you from suffering too much, why don't you just admit defeat directly?"