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"The score is behind now..." Wu Chen pinched his thigh nervously, trying not to let it continue to tremble.

"The opponent's most terrifying god is also going to play..." The little boy scratched his head: "Teacher Bai Mo and Boss Ye Xiu can't play either."

"Are you underestimating Huang Shaotian, Wang Jiexi and Zhou Zekai?" Lin Jie rubbed the little boy's head angrily: "The Chinese team has never been a team that needs a certain profession to save them."

"But..." The little boy opened his mouth.

"In the arena competition, it is impossible to defeat Wang Jiexi, Huang Shaotian and Zhou Zekai." Old Wei took a puff of cigarette: "Don't forget, Shaotian and Old Wang are actually not much younger than Ye Xiu..."

Regarding the rotation issue, if we fight with all our strength, at most two people can win God, and then one person can take over the remaining two members of the American team?

But don’t forget, there is still a team match that accounts for six points. If all the new forces are pressed, how will the team match be played?

"Then, if that's the case..." Baozi scratched his head: "Well, if that's the case... um..."

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it." Luo Ji curled his lips and said, "Just wait and see."

"Hey, I said you..."

"Wait, hold on to Baozi, how many times have I told you this is a national treasure!"

"Sinner of mankind, Baozi!"

The same problem has also appeared in discussions among other Chinese professional teams, and even other national teams have also fallen into thinking.

The Chinese team's response strategy has now become something that everyone is looking forward to.

The Chinese team, on the other hand, seems to have no intention of being anxious at all...

"What do you think the guys from the domestic professional teams are doing now?" Fang Rui asked curiously.

"You must be guessing what our countermeasures are, right?" Zhang Jiale held his chin and yawned.

"Tsk, are you so boring?"

"I feel bored too..."

"If you feel bored, can you sit over there and don't come over and talk into our ears!" Huang Shaotian clenched his fists and felt that his fists were hardened.

Tang Hao looked at the guys who were laughing together expressionlessly, and then turned his head.

Classmate Xiao Zhou smiled, didn't care about anything, and continued to relax his fingers seriously.

"Hey, hey, I told you just now, don't disturb these guys." Ye Xiu walked back with a helpless expression. From a distance, he saw these guys teasing Huang Shaotian and the others again.

"This is, um, this is helping them relax their minds!" Fang Rui said matter-of-factly.

"That's right, it's all Fang Rui's fault. It has nothing to do with us!" Guo Mingyu immediately pointed at Fang Rui and said.

"Damn it, you are getting more and more shameless now, Lao Guo!" Fang Rui said in surprise: "How can you still integrate into Tyranny's atmosphere after you go back? Why don't you come to Xingxin?"

"Gungun, Lao Lin was able to stay well before, why can't I." Guo Mingyu rolled his eyes.

Bai Mo happily looked at the group of guys making a fuss, coming up with some ideas from time to time, and then everyone started making a fuss again. There was no trace of the outside world's speculation that they were not thinking about tea and food, and were so nervous that they kept drinking water. .

"Okay, the excitement continues after the commercial. Welcome everyone back to the first World Invitational Tournament. The first game of the finals between the US team and the Chinese team is currently going on. The US team currently leads the Chinese team by one point. , The one-point gap is actually not that big. Let us hope that in the subsequent games, our Chinese team can close the score gap and win this game." Pan Lin finished the entire opening statement in a rare and serious manner.

After all, he graduated with a major in broadcasting and hosting, so his professional skills go without saying.

"Now that the break is over, we are about to enter our exciting competition. The second stage of the competition is the arena competition..." Li Yibo also followed. After completing their routine, both of them relaxed. .

"Just now we reviewed the previous games and found that many games were actually lost due to the choice of venue. If the venue was changed, we may not have lost." Pan Lin scratched his head and said.

"This is the advantage brought by the home venue. Similarly, we can also enjoy the bonus of this venue in the next game." Li Yibo said.

Both of them deliberately explained the game in an extremely relaxed manner, and intentionally or unintentionally ignored the strongest professional player of the American team, which made the originally nervous audience relax a lot.

Although these two people fell in love with each other and stabbed each other...well, Li Yibo's personal behavior, there was no problem with their professionalism.

"Hey, the two guys who are the most troublesome are rare and serious." Bai Mo glanced in the direction of the commentator's seat in surprise. This is a rare situation for these two pairs.

"Then we can't fall behind. Come on, Tang Hao, hurry up and use Tang San to hit the opponent!" Fang Rui said with great momentum.

"That's enough for you. I'll come down and deal with you after I deal with that brat." Tang Hao finally said unbearably, turned around and walked towards the competition seats.

The person standing up on the other side was naturally America's number one exorcist, god.

"Are you the first one to die?" God laughed: "I know you, that crazy, crazy guy, but I actually admire you very much. Do you want to come to our Garden of Eden?"

Tang Hao squinted his eyes, opened his mouth, then turned around and ignored this guy.

cut.

God felt bored and walked to his competition seat with some displeasure.

If his Chinese was better, he would be able to understand the two words Tang Hao said.

【Silly x】!

Gee, when will the thing in the translator be able to lip read?

Tang Hao smiled, took off the translator from his ear and placed it on the tray in the hands of the staff standing at the door.

"Brother Li, did you see it just now?" Pan Lin hesitated.

"What?" Li Yibo asked in confusion: "What did I see? Nothing? Faced with God's pre-game trash talk, didn't Tang Hao perform very well?"

"Ahem, yes, yes, okay, the equipment problems of both players have been debugged. Now the god player starts to select the map. If nothing goes wrong, the map he chose should be... the arena! Sure enough, it is the arena. !" Pan Lin said clearly.

"The arena map can greatly limit Tang San's hidden style of play, as well as pre-read the Ye Yushengfan that our Huaxia team might send as a follow-up move..." Li Yibo frowned: "This move The choice of map is very fatal.”

"Haha, has this Chinese guest really won the championship? It seems that the Chinese Professional League is quite good."

"God doesn't need any maps. The main reason why he chooses the arena is to end the battle quickly."

"This is also where god is gentle. If it were me, I would choose to torture them using cat and mouse methods."

Michael began to brag about God constantly, and the others didn't want to talk to this guy. Even the team's pastor Gabriel unconsciously distanced himself from him.

Arena... Tang Hao squinted his eyes and took a deep breath. Facing this guy, he could not relax at all.

Below, conquer!

"Faced with God's pressure, he still has the courage to choose to launch an attack. This guy is pretty good." Perun pushed up his glasses. These days, Perun and Tang San spent quite a lot of time fighting each other. For Tang San, It can be regarded as a relatively shallow understanding.

The arrogance engraved in his bones, the potential to rival it, and the self-confidence to move forward courageously.

It’s great, it’s great to have such an opponent in the future of Glory...

"You think very highly of him."

"Is there any? Just discussing the matter."

"But, do you think he can beat God?"

"..."

"It's difficult, that's the truth." Perron shrugged. Or, it can be said to be minimal, right?

However, if it is to consume God's vitality, it can still be done... right?

So brave. A smile appeared on God's face. He hated that kind of vulgar fighting style. It was not because he was afraid, but because he felt that it was too troublesome.

That's not what the strong do. A truly strong person doesn't need that kind of grinding and grinding game.

Charge, charge forward, and tear your opponent apart!

The two met in the center of the arena, and just before the two were about to come into contact, Jack the Ripper escaped from his hand and flew straight towards his opponent.

Lower your head and dodge!

"Beautiful! Tang San's attack was as if he was flying. If the brick in his hand hits God directly on the back of the head, it will definitely cause an explosive damage. This kind of preemptive treatment is simply what Tang Hao and Lin Jingyan used to do. Fusion!”

Capital of Sichuan Province

Lin Jingyan wiped the sweat from his head while eating hot pot and looked at the big screen in the square outside. Lin Jingyan did not participate in the previous training camp with the US team this time because he had nothing to teach Tang Hao anymore.

Come on, boy, let those guys see, China's number one gangster!

bump!

The bricks smashed to the ground. God actually made an incredible roll while charging forward. Like a dance, the bricks Tang San hit hit the ground directly.

Tap the ground lightly, roll to open your body, raise your hand, and throw sand to seal your eyes!

Langnujis spun around, not caring at all about the blinding effect of the sand. The Ascension Formation was completed almost instantly, and the powerful magic power knocked Tang San into the air.

"This guy..." Ye Xiu narrowed his eyes. God's next action completely revealed why he was not afraid of the blinding effect at all. Based on the position saved in his mind, he accurately judged the chain and flew out with the front part. Whirlwind almost danced into a ball shape, constantly cutting Tang San's body.

"What a fucking monster..." Fang Rui felt completely numb. This method is commonly used by Xingxin to block the field of vision. It is also the favorite method of Zhang Jiale and Bai Mo, but it has no effect on this guy at all. ah!

Cutting after cutting, strangulation continued, the talisman stuck to the war scythe in his hand almost without interruption. Under this series of continuous blows, Tang Sanda's life began to decline rapidly.

I can see below, but... I can't find a chance, there is no chance, it's so close that there is no chance...

give up? Just waiting to die?

It seems that no one can say anything, right?

only……

Bullshit.

Go to hell and let me admit defeat? Just kill me directly!

A trace of madness flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. It would be fine if there really was no chance, but isn't the opportunity right here?

"Tang Hao is... constantly changing the position of his body while taking advantage of each hit?" Fang Rui's eyes widened: "How much blood does he need to consume to grasp the almost instantaneous moment? A fleeting opportunity?”

"I don't know, but if he doesn't do this, he will never have a chance." Huang Shaotian sat up straight. To be honest, he had never looked down on Tang Hao. It was not that he looked down on his strength, but It's because he looks down on him. He doesn't know how to respect his opponents, so don't expect his opponents to respect him.

Although there have been changes after joining the World Invitational Tournament, it is just a change.

But at this moment, Huang Shaotian completely began to respect this somewhat crazy guy from the bottom of his heart.

Doing something even though you know you can't do it...

coming!

Tang Hao's eyes lit up, and Jack the Ripper popped out suddenly, colliding with War Scythe Langnoukis.

Chance!

The only chance, the last chance!

Landing, charging forward crazily, and then... poisonous needle, street storm! All the gangster's professions are tilted out in an instant. Click wherever the light shines. If not, I'm afraid there will be no chance again.

Charge, charge, kill, no matter where the opponent is, throw all your skills out!

Tang San was completely turned into a gangster who was cornered. Bathed in blood, the human Tai Sui God launched a final charge towards his enemy.

madman.

God's face looked a little unsightly. Although the last wave of explosions looked chaotic, he really reduced God's blood volume to about 80%.

Go to hell!

Thunder Talisman!

【glory】!

Whirring whirring……

Tang Hao was sitting in the competition seat, breathing heavily.

Still lost...

It has nothing to do with anything else, it's just the gap in physical strength. Tang Hao's eyes were slightly astringent. That kind of guy is really... damn...

After sorting out my mood, I retrieved my belongings from the staff outside the door.

"I watched the game outside the court, it was amazing!" A staff member from an unknown country said to Tang Hao: "Very handsome, you are that one, Tai Sui, very handsome!"

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment.

"Fuck, Tang Hao is awesome. He's so awesome. You can think of all those ways! It's amazing!"

"I reluctantly agree with you for this method of creating opportunities..."

Tang Hao turned his head and looked at the audience behind him waving light signs with his name.

It turns out that it is not just victory, but glory...

And only at this moment, putting aside all the past, breaking down and building up again, can the real Tai Sui truly appear.