One Hundred Modifiers Of The City

The hall exit of the player area.

Ichiro Sekigu stood on the threshold, looking out with a bitter face, and heard the voices of practitioners booing.

There was a strong resentment surging in his heart, as well as a strong condemnation of the injustice of fate.

Obviously his strength is very strong, and he fully hopes to enter the top eight! Even if he is lucky, it will be the top four, which is the final final.

But why?

Hitting Su Wu at the start of the game!

Hitting such a big pervert.

Ichiro Sekiya recalled the progress of the previous game, and thought of Su Wu's opponents, without exception, they all ended up very miserable!!

Sekigu Ichiro kept slandering in his heart.

"He must be a narrow-minded nationalist! Otherwise, Kameda Chunhei wouldn't be hit like this! The demon sword in his hand wouldn't be completely destroyed, damn the Chinese!"

Many players shouted impatiently.

"Do you want to compete? Why don't you go to the ring soon, you still want Su Wu to play first?"

"That's right, Japanese people, don't be silly, hurry up and prepare for the competition. I heard you say two days ago that you want to avenge Kameda Chunhei and blow up Su Wu or something. Why did you wither today."

"The Bushido of the Great Japanese Kingdom is insulted by you and works! Hurry up!"

The person who said this is not from the Wa country, he is a very bad Slav, Cruz Nappa, who is ranked first in the list!

"idiot!"

Ichiro Sekigu roared angrily, and then, his gaze became fierce! He pumped up his chest, and rushed towards the arena! His speed was very fast, he stepped on the ground, jumped up, flew more than 30 meters high, and landed firmly on the arena the central.

"I will prove my knife skills!"

Just when he was still inspiring his courage.

In the eyes of countless people looking forward to it, Su Wu, who ranks first in the strength of Practitioner.com-Wanshi Martial Arts Association, appeared on the stage!

He was dressed in ancient Chinese style clothing, his handsome appearance and the unrestrained temperament of a swordsman made many female practitioners secretly moved.

All eyes focused on him.

Seeing that Su Wu's steps are very steady, he is not in a hurry, and he is walking towards the ring step by step.

But in the eyes of Guan Guyilang, he felt that a terrifying tsunami was approaching!

This feeling is like the suffocating and oppressive feeling of rolling thunderclouds overwhelming the city, which makes people feel desperate.

Practitioners outside the venue will not feel this way.

Several young girl practitioners of the Emei Sect talked with each other.

"Do you think Su Wu will still win with one move this time? After all, he is so strong every time."

"Not necessarily, Ichiro Sekigu should still have some strength. The most important thing is that Su Wu is a swordsman, so he might look at the opponent's moves.

"I think Su Wu will (cced) win with one move, and Ichiro Sekitani should be about the same strength as Kameda Shuhei."

"Definitely not! With the lessons from the previous two people, Ichiro Sekigu will definitely know how to shut up and talk less. Maybe Su Wu will be in a better mood and let him do some tricks?"

There are 850,000 spectators in the arena, and there are not a few similar discussions.

For example in the room where the United Nations representatives are.

Representatives of Huaxia Kingdom are talking about this matter with representatives of Maoxiong Kingdom, Batie and other countries.

The angry Japanese representative slapped the table angrily.

"Baga! What do you think of our Dawa country player? A weak person!?"

The representative of Mao Ziguo is a very powerful practitioner, like a live bear!

His eyes widened, his sturdy temperament was undoubtedly revealed, and he shouted: "Sit down!"

"You! . . . Hi."

at the edge of the arena.

Su Wu had already come here, looking at the ten-meter-high arena, he suddenly felt bored.

The difference between China's kendo and the Wa country's kendo is too great! In other words, the Japanese country's swords are basically samurai swords, and the concepts of combat techniques are also different.

That being the case, the game itself seemed meaningless.

In the eyes of countless people, Su Wu said a word slowly.

"Will I go up, or, you come down by yourself.

One sentence echoed throughout the arena.

The powerful figures in each box, the powerful people with extremely high cultivation, showed incredulous expressions one after another.

"He wants to scare his opponent away with one sentence? Is it possible?"

"This kid is really domineering!"

"It's clearly a sword cultivator, but it gives people the feeling of being a gun cultivator. However, it is obviously impossible to do so."

The practitioners in the auditorium were also incredulous.

"It's too exaggerated! How could you take the initiative to admit defeat before the game!"

"I also think it's impossible, Su Wu must be joking."

"It doesn't look like a joke....It looks more like a bully, or simply disdain to compete with Ichiro Sekigu."

"Well, it has to be compared. You can't really not go up, right? How can you decide the winner if you don't go to the ring!"

Shan Muxin complained: Are you playing Glory? People who are killed by him will quit the game directly when they see his ID. "

In the center of the arena, Ichiro Sekigu's face was ashen. He was under a huge pressure, as if a sword was pressing against his heart!

"If I don't obey, Su Wu will definitely be very angry when he actually goes to the ring, and my inherited sword will be destroyed."

"Even I myself will definitely be frustrated! Just like Kameda Shuhei, I will become a useless person who cannot improve in the future.

"Rather than this.....rather than this..."

Ichiro Sekitani was trembling all over, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, cheeks, and back.

He raised his hand with difficulty and said.

"I surrender."

The old referee was surprised.

"Su Wu's aura is so powerful that he can force Ichiro Seki to surrender without a fight!"

"But none of that matters anymore."

announced.

"Ichiro Guan Gu surrendered, the winner is... Su Wu! Su Wu will also get a Condensation Pill!!"

Many of the hundreds of thousands in the auditorium were scratching their ears, or simply rubbing their eyes, watching Ichiro Sekiya jump off the ring on his own initiative, and return to his room aggrieved.

"Hey, I'm not dreaming, is there a game like this? Just relying on one sentence, I scare people away!"

"This is Tianbang VS Tianbang! Is this the end?"

"From today onwards, Su Wu is my wife's male god!!"

"Weak strength limits my imagination!!"

Su Taoqiang, a senior official in China, witnessed this scene.

said with a sigh.

"This kid is really unbelievably strong. You can scare your opponent away with just one word. y

The admiral Ji Hangan in the room stared at Su Wu with bright eyes, and said.

"No, it's not a word, but the sword intent! I think that Seki Ichiro must have been tortured by the sword intent just now, and he was so overwhelmed."

Ji Hangan said the most critical point.

But Su Wu feels unimportant!

The most important thing is to take Condensed Pill!!

The Red Eagle suspended in the sky opened the cabin and let Su Wu enter it.

Xiao Hei, who watched the game, looked at Su Wu with even more admiration.

The door of the quiet room opened, and Su Wu entered it alone.

Ningpo Dan has a rounded appearance and is cyan in color, very transparent and beautiful.

Just when Su Wu was about to swallow it.

He suddenly stopped and murmured to himself in surprise.

"Huh? A message came from the chameleon following the Dange people!"