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Odin's face darkened. Sure enough, he couldn't expect to hear the truth from the mouths of Chinese professional players.

But...even if I don't ask this time, I should be inseparable.

"It's already been nine minutes, does Zhang Jiale still want to delay?"

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

"I don't know, but no one can say anything. After all, neither Zhang Jiale nor Dracula fought passively..."

"Why can't this be considered a passive match?!" the American referee blushed and cursed: "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, he must support the tactics of his own boys: "Go and find them. Xu Bin and Huang Shaotian of our Chinese Professional Alliance The game video, I remember it seems to be..."

"Twenty-one minutes." The Chinese secondary referee immediately said: "The longest registered single-player event in a professional league."

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

"I don't know. In fact, I don't care much." Feng Xianjun said with a cheerful smile: "I only know that you have to act according to the rules. Hey, your face is so red? Is it congested? Do you want a quick-acting heart-saving pill? Okay? Collect money.”

Just call me daddy.

"You...you...referee!"

"After verification, this is indeed not the longest single-player game registered, so the game continues." The referee shook his head: "If the game is suspended now, how will the score be calculated? The tactical losses of the Chinese team and the losses of Dracula How about physical and mental exhaustion? Is there going to be a second draw in the arena?"

This is the joke of the entire refereeing team.

"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 are tired, let me start giving you a little more intensity, right? The time for the chase is over, now it's time to...escape!

"If I were Dracula, I would choose to surrender immediately and enter the rest time of the team competition and the arena competition." 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 that he can't. Now Dracula is simply riding a tiger, and if he surrenders now, the U.S. team may not be able to regain its disadvantage..." Athena shook her head: " What he needs to do now is..."

storm!

All the false life on his body was consumed in an instant and converted into movement speed, attack speed and attack power, and Dracula's health began to slowly and continuously decline.

Blood conversion!

Although I admire your spirit, I must win this game for the American team!

Dracula, exuding blood all over his body, attacked Dante almost to the limit of his physical strength. The originally agile and light ammunition expert became much bulkier at this moment.

"Not only is Dracula consuming his energy crazily, Lao Zhang's energy consumption is definitely much greater than that of him..."

"It's been twelve minutes." Yu Wenzhou glanced at the time: "Ye Xiu, how are you?"

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

If this continues, how long can you continue to be a professional? 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 1% 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... bah, last craziness.

Zhang Jiale chuckled, and the flash bomb hit the ground hard. He jumped back and various special grenades began to fly out of his hand.

Thunder!

Since it is no longer possible to kill accurately, then...win with quantity!

As the thunder struck the ground, the bat clouds began to explode one by one, turning into blood mist, and then re-condensed into scarlet sword rain and shot towards Dante. In the end, the smoke of the thunder dissipated, and the man standing on the field Only Zhang Jiale’s Dante is left.

Did you win?

No... lost...

A bat with a blood-red body but golden pupils rushed straight down from the sky, and Dracula's blood volume was reduced to the last trace.

However, this has become a completely insurmountable barrier for Zhang Jiale.

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

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

Is there absolutely no room for resistance anymore? So it seems that the biggest reason why I was able to win this game when I was young is, but I'm 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 forty-three seconds.

An individual match in an arena lasted for nearly sixteen minutes. This was something that no one had ever dared to imagine, but this scene actually appeared on the field of the World Invitational Tournament.

"It seems that I have to give up the title of King of Grinding to Vice Captain Zhang." Xu Bin smiled and shook his head: "If it were me, facing such a master, I might not be able to escape for such a long time."

"This is a bit presumptuous, Vice Captain Xu." Zheng Xuan said cheerfully: "No matter who it is in this situation, the pressure will be great, but only your words..."

"Humble, too humble. Be bold. If I leave it to Vice Captain Xu, I think he can delay it for a year!"

"Get out of here, but from the looks of it, the tactics here should be completed. Ye Xiu and the others look much better."

"Bullshit, when you face such bullies like them, you can tell from their expressions that something is evil."

"Just guessing?"

"Isn't that even more outrageous?"

What they didn't know was that the Chinese team was really relieved. Ye Xiu, who was the main force in the ground attack, had recovered about 70% to 80% of his physical strength. By the time the team competition officially started, he would be able to recover almost 90%.

Zhang Jiale walked out of the competition seats tiredly. After nodding to the staff at the door, the Dante account card in his hand fell to the ground.

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

Declining the staff's offer to help him pick up the account card, Zhang Jiale smiled and picked up the account card, wiped it clean with trembling hands, put it in his coat pocket, and then walked out of the passage with his hands in his pockets.

"Contestant Zhang Jiale!"

Zhang Jiale was stunned for a moment and turned around to see Dracula walking towards him.

"A very exciting game." Dracula smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Thank you, the same goes for you." Zhang Jiale smiled and held Dracula's hand together: "Originally, I was the one to shake hands with you, but I was afraid that you would think I was provoking. I had no choice but to forgive you. "

"It's just a normal tactical plan. Your ability to strictly implement such tactics is something worthy of admiration." Dracula smiled and shook his head: "Go to the lounge and take a rest, your hands..."

"Already an old guy."

"You want to say that the future era belongs to us?" Dracula asked with a smile.

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

"Really, that's something worth looking forward to." Dracula said with a smile: "However, in this game, it's still a matter of who wins."

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

"Of course, it's a pity that we weren't there at that banquet, god... forget it."

Zhang Jiale left the stage with a smile. His team members were already surrounding the stage, as if they would rush forward if they realized something was wrong.

Of course, if the referee hadn't stopped him, Fang Rui and the others would have charged forward by now.

"How's it going?" Xiao Shiqin asked, "Did that kid threaten you so that you can't leave Zurich?"

"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Jiale said somewhat speechlessly: "It's just a normal post-match communication. I'm sorry, I couldn't score this point."

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

Constantly pushing himself to the limit, consuming his professional life, and 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.

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

"If I don't take off my clothes for so long, I'm afraid it's possible to win?"

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

"That's true...but, who knows if this is another smoke bomb released by the Chinese 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 joining forces with the Chinese Professional Alliance?"

More and more professional players discovered the situation in the Fuguo box, the Chinese box, and the Korean box that had left Zurich, and joined in with great interest 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. We hired some people from the alliance to come back.

"Sister Guoguo, don't... forget it, anyway, it seems that many people have been interested in coming before." Bai Mo sighed, but did not stop Chen Guo's behavior. Other professional teams including substitutes and others had ten There are only two or three professional players currently working in Xingxin. To be honest, there are too few.

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

"I think that Behemoth fits our royal style very well, captain..."

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

"Perhaps someone is willing?"

Tian Sen was slightly moved: "Actually..."

After all, not all club owners like Happy's boss Chen Guo, who likes to play in person. She doesn't show up for almost every game. Compared to the boss, she is more like the number one fan of Team Xingxin, who is a member of other teams. I can't envy you.

But this does not prevent them from communicating with each other. Even if there is no real-time translator, they can still have a happy chat with the translator that comes with their mobile phones.

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

Tang Rou smiled: "Yeah."

Over at Team Blue Rain, Napoleon was holding Lu Hanwen's hand excitedly, which made Xiao Lu's cheeks turn red: "Um, you..."

"You are the successor of the Sword Master, right! I know you! A prodigy with a natural sword bone!" If Alexandre Dumas hadn't been dragging Napoleon behind, she would have jumped on Lu Hanwen and hugged Lu Hanwen tightly to experience the closeness of her words. The inheritance of the Avenue of Swords.

"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 with a dumbfounded look.

"Aqiu!" Huang Shaotian sneezed and wrapped himself in the national team uniform for no apparent reason.

"Are you suffering from a cold, headache, and fever, so you can't go on stage?" Xiao Shiqin, who was chatting with Guo Mingyu, turned around and asked happily.

"Go to hell." Huang Shaotian said calmly: "If you die today, I will die on the playing field."

Li Xuan wanted to come up and have a chat, but he ignored him at all.

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

"Um... do you believe what I said?" Song Xiao pondered for a moment: "Or... do you think Bai Mo, who is also a warlock, will tell us?"

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

Before you knew it, almost all the professional players from the national team were crowded here.

It's lively enough, isn't it?

Before the storm, the last calm...