Parallel World: Dungeons Galore

While several representatives on the stage were chatting, the soldiers below had already started the competition under Jiang Yuanming's instructions.

As soon as the game started, the representatives had no intention of talking. Everyone looked at the performance of everyone on the stage, hoping to find some good ideas and then vent their anger on behalf of the Eastern Theater.

Under the gaze of many representatives, the two warriors on the stage fought fiercely. Their momentum and hard work were enough to make everyone present stare at them!

The two sides fought for nearly five minutes, and one of the fighters finally locked the other fighter firmly on the ground with a very small advantage.

In the first round, there was no doubt that the fighter with the lock won.

Seeing the first victory, the representatives looked satisfied.

"That kid named Wan Yan is very good, and he uses locking skills very well."

"The one who loses is fine. The strength of the two sides is actually not much different. The reason for his failure is more of a matter of details."

"Well, that makes sense. These two boys performed very well. Let's record it and go find them when the time comes."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The representatives have already put the names of the soldiers in their hands. Before each game, the soldiers will report their homes so that other representatives can remember their names.

By now the two fighters had finished fighting, and the representatives began to add points after their names.

The full score was ten points, and the representatives gave high scores of about eight points!

It seems that the first battle made them very satisfied. As long as the intensity of the subsequent battles is not lower than this, the estimated scores will not be much worse.

In the field.

The victorious warrior welcomed everyone's attention, while the defeated one walked away with a dejected look on his face.

When one soldier went down, the other immediately rushed up.

In order to prevent people from the 762nd Division from coming on stage, they kept a close eye on them.

Jiang Yuanming glared at the warrior who rushed up. The latter smiled innocently and scratched his head without saying anything.

Jiang Yuanming knew what they were worried about. Although he was a little unhappy about his role being robbed, he could understand it.

To be honest, he didn't really want to see Chen An and others take the stage so early. Otherwise, if everyone was instantly killed, it would appear that the quality of the soldiers in the eastern theater was very poor!

But the soldiers are actually pretty good, it's just that Chen'an and the other three are a little too strong.

There is also Zhang Wuji. Although his strength is not as good as Chen An, he is not comparable to ordinary warriors.

In this case, it would be best to give the previous appetizer to these warriors.

"Wang Defa of the 336th Division asked his comrades for advice!" The soldier who just came up reported his family name.

When the representative of the 336th Division heard that it was his own soldier, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"The soldiers of our 336th Division are very belligerent, but he jumped on Jiang Yuanming before he even opened his mouth. He doesn't understand the rules."

Even though he said this, the representatives of the 336th Division were still full of smiles.

Who wouldn’t like such a brave warrior? If possible, he would like every soldier in his 336th Division to be so brave.

The others also heard the meaning of his words. They all smiled and said nothing, but the eyes they looked at their own team were a little different.

The fighting began soon after both sides announced their homes.

In just four or five minutes, the two sides once again decided the winner.

Off the court, Chen An put his hand on Han Ya's shoulder, stopping her from trying.

"Master, you'd better not go up there yet." Chen An whispered beside Han Ya.

"What are you doing? Isn't it good for me to go up there when there are so many people?" She instinctively thought that playing more games would increase her performance points.

But she forgot one thing.

"Master, don't think about it. Will the other fighters catch up after you go up? It is estimated that only Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhipeng will be able to play. You should not be sure that you can win against them. It will not be good at that time. "Chen An said.

Han Ya turned her head slightly, glanced at Chen An with her bright eyes, and said somewhat threateningly.

"Boy, do you look down on me?"

Chen An laughed dryly, and he wanted to nod, but looking at Han Ya's increasingly dangerous eyes, he stopped his thoughts of committing suicide.

"It's not like that. I'm just worried that you will get hurt, master. Those two guys are probably difficult to deal with, especially that Zhou Zhipeng."

Chen An said and glanced at Zhou Zhipeng in the crowd. The latter seemed to feel something and looked over to Chen An. When he saw Han Ya, a playful smile appeared on his face.

"It's not good, this guy seems to be targeting you." Chen An frowned and told Han Ya.

Zhou Zhipeng has been holding back from the beginning and so far he has hardly suffered any harm.

And from Han Ya's words, it is not difficult to know that Zhou Zhipeng's strength may still be higher than Zhou Zhilong's.

Han Ya didn't have much chance of winning against Zhou Zhilong, and she was almost certain to lose against Zhou Zhipeng!

At this moment, Chen An suddenly understood.

Zhou Zhipeng's reticence in the previous team battle may be because he wanted to preserve his best condition for the individual competition.

His purpose is also very simple, which is to prevent Han Ya from standing out in front of various representatives!

As long as Han Ya dares to go up, he, Zhou Zhipeng, will dare to go up and challenge!

At that time, as long as Han Ya loses, it won't matter even if he himself is defeated by Chen An.

Because Hana’s performance is already there!

Chen An, who wanted to understand this, secretly screamed cunning.

That guy is much more sinister than Zhou Zhilong!

If this is the case, how should I break the situation?

Chen An's brows frowned deeply.

He soon discovered that due to the competition system, only Han Ya could solve this problem, and no one else could help at all!

Because as long as Zhou Zhipeng can't bear to go up, any of his challenge opportunities will never expire, unless Chen An goes up to end the competition in advance, but in that case Han Ya still hasn't shown her strength in front of the representatives!

Isn't this what Zhou Zhipeng wants?

what to do?

At this time, Han Ya on the side also heard some clues from Chen An's words. When she saw Zhou Zhipeng's sneer, she had the same idea as Chen An.

Just when she was getting worried, Chen An suddenly pulled her arm secretly.

"Master, come with me." Chen An said to Han Ya, and then slowly retreated to the back of the crowd.

Arriving at the back of the crowd, Hana's figure was quickly obscured by the soldiers in front.

Seeing this, Chen An took out a women's vest from his pocket.

Chen An, whose face was a little hot, handed the vest to Han Ya.

"Master, you can just put this on. It doesn't matter if you wear two vests."

Han Ya raised her eyebrows and saw that the women's vest in Chen An's hand looked more and more like the one she had used before.

"Where did you get this vest?" Han Ya asked suspiciously.

"Ahem, it's not what you think anyway. It will be good for you just to put it on." Chen An said.

Han Ya didn't say anything when she saw this, because the belt Chen An gave her before had already explained a lot of things.

After she put on her vest, Chen An took out a whistle from her pocket.

"Master, hang this on your chest and clip it on."