The First Strong Control In History

  Chapter 108 Final (Part 1)

  However Zhang Xiner said, how many people listened.

  Confidence is something that is not something that can be obtained just by slapping the head. Zhang Xiner's self-confidence all comes from her formidable strength.

  Pseudo fourth-order awakener.

   This is among a group of players whose strongest is only the third-order awakener, so you can really hit whoever you want.

   To put it bluntly, apart from them, there is really no other team that is qualified to take the first place.

   is just one word—stable!

  Walking on the stage, under the watchful eyes of thousands of spectators, Yuan Bei's heart gradually became hot.

  Standing on the big arena feels completely different from the small arena. Just standing on the big arena in the center is like stepping into the battlefield.

   It seems that there is less playfulness and child's play, and more solemnity and solemnity.

  Yuan Bei's complexion gradually became serious.

  Three teams stood in a triangle shape, a total of fifteen people, with all kinds of expressions on their faces, which can be regarded as a look of life.

  However, by coincidence, the eyes of the other two teams were all focused on the five members of Yuan Bei.

  In the previous battle, the rain of fire and the erupting pillars of fire left a very deep impression on everyone. It can be said that that match was the most fierce scene in the past three days.

  Especially Yan Huohuo's quality of being able to do one against five is still shocking, let alone Zhao Shiying, a shooter who has shown his own violent output before.

   The "First Squad" didn't know when, but it looked like a big devil in this qualifier. What made many people puzzled was that this team didn't know where it came from.

  The other few people are also a little famous in Hu City for being able to come here.

  But these people seemed to appear out of nowhere, they were too bald.

  However, Yuan Bei and the others are used to it, and turn a blind eye to these gazes, pretending not to see them.

  As the referee read out the next rules, Yuan Bei also gradually understood the rules of this "out-of-round competition".

  The organizer finally retracted the statement that "luck is also a part of strength". Of course, being able to get here, more or less, has something to do with luck.

   It's just that until now, the competition is still hard power.

  The breakout match is similar to a points battle. Three teams compete against each other.

   "To put it bluntly, as long as we win two games in a row, we are the champions?"

  The rules of the game were described in a muddle, and Yuan Bei made several detours before coming out, muttering speechlessly.

"You can say that."

  The referee heard it, glanced at Yuan Bei, and said in a deep voice.

  Of course, only the players of the third team can hear these words. As for the audience on the field, Su Wen will explain.

  The next step is to decide who comes first.

  The organizer still adopted the most original method—drawing lots

   This time, there was no requirement that the captain must go up to draw lots. Maybe it was because of luck just now, so Zhang Xiner asked Yuan Bei to go up to draw lots.

  Yuan Bei didn't take it seriously either.

   "My luck, if I still have a bye, I will eat the lottery box!"

   After all, he has a younger brother Ou Shen, and his luck may have been used to become his elder brother. Yuan Bei knew very well about the matter of the non-chief.

  Going forward, Jiang Zhengbo, a man with the appearance of a noble son, finally found a chance to talk to Yuan Bei, and he didn't even care about drawing the lottery. With a serious expression on his face, he said confidently:

   "Yuan Bei, I have already found your weakness. The number one this time will definitely be our Night Squad!"

  Yuan Bei took a look at him, and casually took out a folded piece of paper from the lottery box, opened it, and as expected, it was a huge "battle"!

   This character is written with a brush, with silver hooks and horns, flamboyant and phoenix dancing. It seems that there is a dignified feeling of two people facing each other.

  The good-looking Yuan Bei didn't even know the word "war".

   "This victory will only belong to our Night Squad." Jiang Zhengbo opened the paper in his hand while speaking.

  Yuan Bei turned his head to look at the lottery in Jiang Zhengbo's hand. It was a blank piece of paper.

   "Tsk."

  Yuan Bei sighed, "You are so lucky, how could you be my opponent?"

  Jiang Zhengbo:? ? ?

  Is there any connection between these two?

   "Keep working hard, it would be nice to compete for second place."

  Jiang Zhengbo just wanted to open his mouth to say something, but Yuan Bei didn't give him any chance at all, patted him on the shoulder, turned his head and walked towards his team.

   "First...it's so lonely!"

  Let’s bear this overwhelming loneliness!

  …

  The lottery is over, and their opponents are clearly visible, Sledgehammer Squad!

  As for their team, there is only one person worthy of attention.

   Zhang Hammer, who held a wooden hammer and carried his teammates all the way to the final.

   But it is a pity that this master who lifts four at one time is likely to be carried down in a while. Thinking of this, Yuan Bei couldn't help but turn his attention to the strong man who is nearly two meters tall.

  At this time, he was gently stroking the hammer head, and his eyes were also staring at Yuan Bei and the others. When he saw Yuan Bei looking over, his eyes did not change, but gave him a cold look.

  Yuan Bei grinned, and bared his white teeth at him.

  I hope that when he is carried down autistically, he will remember his kind smile!

  After all, I prepared [Falling Deeply into Sleep] for his team thigh...

   Zhang Chui naturally didn't know what Yuan Bei was thinking.

  The Black Night Squad exited the field, and with Su Wen's commentary, the two teams had already set up their stances and stood in their respective formations.

  On the opposite side is Zhang Hammer standing at the front, double shields standing on the flanks, and one shot and one shot standing at the two corners. The distance between them is at least ten meters.

  Obviously the opposite side is not a real wine bag and rice bag, and I have done some research. Such a relatively scattered position can effectively avoid being brought into her "Fire Military Training" rhythm by Yan Huohuo.

  Yuan Bei's side returned to normal, with a 212 lineup, with Zhang Peng and Assassin Zhang Xiner in the front, Yuan Bei in the middle, and Huo Yan Huohuo and shooter Zhao Shiying in the back.

  The distance between several people is not close, and they are all in their own comfortable output environment.

Indistinctly, the auras of the two sides intermingle, and the source power surges. It seems that there is a snow-white bear roaring, a wolf king with blue eyes is staring, there are gunfire roaring, and there is a giant wolf. Hammer clank!

  The scene became quiet all of a sudden, and even the audience who were shouting before became quiet at this time.

   "Boom boom boom..."

  Yuan Bei didn't hear anything, he could only hear his own heartbeat.

  Under such an environment, Yuan Bei's blood became hot, even a little hot, and a trace of inexplicable momentum rose, and a metal baseball bat loomed indistinctly.

   Zhang Xiner, who was standing in front of her, shuddered in vain, and turned her head to look at Yuan Bei meaningfully.

  Yuan Bei seemed to smell something wonderful.

   That's the smell of victory.

   Thank you friends who voted for rewards, have a good dream.

  (end of this chapter)