The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1569 The Impossible Fake Match (197)

In the first round, Wang Ling won without any effort.

The main reason is that Kazuya Sakai hit himself too hard, and directly hit Zhongtian Lingling with his palm, causing damage and then holding on until the start of the game.

Wang Ling didn't even move, and Sakai and Kazuya were bleeding from seven holes, and fell directly to the ground with a blissful face.

However, this behavior of using self-mutilation to please Sun Rong did not meet Sun Rong's wishes.

After Sakai Kazuya was carried away, Sun Rong immediately differentiated Ohai's sword energy to track it to Sakai Kazuya for treatment.

"He works so hard, Rongrong, can you do me a favor?" In the independent spiritual chat space, Wang Ming smiled.

"If everyone uses this method, then this shortcut is too easy." Sun Rong also had a helpless look on her face.

So to sum up.

Kazuya Sakai, after all, he paid by mistake...

In Jiudao and the office of the Academic Affairs Office, Ueki Junshan remotely transferred the screen of the closed-door match and projected it in the void of the office.

This is a means of stealing the picture captured by the referee ball into the image magic weapon through certain technical means, and then projecting it.

Junshan Ueki hoped that Wang Ling would be defeated, so naturally everyone paid attention to Wang Ling's battle.

"Kazuya Sakai from Kuwata High School lost just like that." Next to him, Holland from the foreign capital had an ugly expression on his face.

He had read the paper data about Wang Ling and Sakai Kazuya, and in terms of data, Sakai Kazuya was superior to Wang Ling in all aspects.

If even Kazuya Sakai would lose, Holland really couldn't think of any other possibility besides releasing the water.

"I didn't expect that Kazuya Sakai could do such a great job. The members of the Gray Sect should not be underestimated." Junshan Ueki was also shocked by Kazuya Sakai's self-harm operation of "weakening himself" before the start of the game.

What is it for, to make Kazuya Sakai do this...

Both Ueki Junshan and Holland were puzzled by this incident.

"Can you find the analysis data of Hou Langsang's combat power?" Holland asked.

"I'm still figuring this out."

Ueki Junshan said.

"It is already a very dangerous operation to just steal the screen through the referee's ball."

"It will take some time to steal combat power data. Mr. Holland."

"Who is Houlangsang's next duel?"

"It's still from Kuwata High School, named Yonekura Mingwei. But please rest assured, Mr. Holland, because this person is someone I arranged."

Ueki Junshan laughed sinisterly: "To deal with such a stunned young man, just let him lose the game from the game. It's too boring. I want to let him ruin his reputation..."

"Yonekura Mingwei, I seem to have heard this name somewhere."

"This is someone from the list of elites in the country of Mixiu that I provided to the Ministry of Foreign Investment earlier. This student intends to go to the country of Mixiu for further study. However, his family conditions are relatively poor, so he is not eligible to go there."

Ueki Junshan said: "So, I proposed an exchange of walks with him. He was asked to lose the game on purpose. In this case, the referee can judge that the game is a fake match, and he and the Hou Langsang will be eliminated together. "

"I see."

Holland nodded: "But this kind of action is an act that hurts the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred. Micang Weiming's reputation will also be affected."

"Not at all."

Ueki Junshan shook his head and said: "When he goes abroad to study later, it will be a brand new identity. I promised to prepare clean materials without any foundation for classmate Yonekura Weiming, so that he can start a new life. Therefore, the record of the fake match is completely for him. No effect."

Hearing this, Holland breathed a sigh of relief.

The preparations this time sounded really thorough, without any mistakes or omissions.

After all, the judging mechanism for fake matches is here. If one person cheats, both sides will be eliminated together.

As long as they are eliminated together, no matter which side is planning to do something wrong, people will be labeled as dishonest.

People who eat melons often don't care about the truth of the matter, they only need to have a leading public opinion to lead them to eat melons.

Then, the inertial thinking of most people will make these people rush to the front like hungry wolves, bite the prey fiercely, and eat happily.

Knowing the truth is too tiring, only happiness is the most important...

In a sense, Ueki Junshan is indeed a very cunning opponent.

His vision is very unique, seeing Wang Ling is the key to everything.

As long as Wang Ling can be overthrown, no matter what gray sect or support, everything will be defeated like a mountain.

No matter what kind of achievements you have before, how many people like you, as long as you do one thing wrong, and then it will be magnified under the influence of public opinion... Even if you are God, it is useless.

Because that's how it is.

It's just that neither Holland nor Ueki Junshan expected it.

Their seemingly seamless match-fixing plan has a very important key.

That is.

The referee's judgment on Wang Ling's initial combat power must be lower than that of Yone Cang Weiming...

They don't know.

This is a fake match that will never be possible.

...

On the other side, in the apartment of officials in Songhai City, Huaxiu Country. With the help of Zhou Ziyi. It completed a table of delicious home-cooked meals in an extraordinary and gorgeous way.

While eating, Odd Zhuo switched the TV to a specific satellite channel. The TV screen was exactly the live broadcast of Wang Ling's closed-door match.

This picture was projected after Wang Ming's brainwaves radiated to the Zhanzong satellite in space.

A password is required to enter the channel.

Therefore, only a few core members of Zhanzong knew how to enter.

"Isn't this classmate Wang Ling..." Ryoko Jiugong frowned.

The moment she saw Wang Ling, she suddenly felt that the young man's face seemed familiar.

And don't know why. She suddenly felt that Odd Zhuo seemed to be paying special attention to Wang Ling himself.

From a woman's intuition, she felt that the relationship between Wang Ling and Zhuo Yi was not simply the relationship between a senior and a junior.

Although Sun Rong told her earlier that Zhuo Yi had secretly accepted Wang Xiaoer and Wang Ling as disciples, Jiugong Liangzi still felt that there was something wrong with the way Zhuo Yi looked at Wang Ling.

How can a master look at his disciples with a face of admiration?

And Zhuo Yi's eyes are just like Zhou Ziyi's eyes when he looks at Zhuo Yi now...

So, why exactly?

Jiugong Liangzi began to feel a little confused.

"Student Wang Ling is competing?" Jiugong Liangzi asked curiously.

"Yes." Odd Zhuo nodded: "As my apprentice, as a master, of course I should care about it."

After Zhuo Yi finished speaking, Liangzi Jiugong fell silent again. She took a bite of the sweet and sour pork ribs, and for some reason felt that the ribs were particularly sour today.

On the other hand, when Zhou Ziyi heard that Wang Ling was Zhuo Yi's apprentice, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

turn out to be……

Brother Zhuo already has a disciple.

Hey, that's right... It's not normal for someone as outstanding as Brother Zhuo to have two disciples.

Quickly adjusted his mentality, Zhou Ziyi's eyes quickly returned to normal, and he stared intently at the screen shown on the TV.

I wanted to study what kind of charm Wang Ling had so that he could be taken as a disciple by Odd Zhuo.

And just as he turned his gaze away, crisp applause sounded from the TV.

Because at this moment, Micang Weiming, who was in the second round of confrontation with Wang Ling, was slapping himself for some reason...