Not far away around the competition arena, there are some eliminated contestants sitting or standing.

It is their privilege to appreciate and observe the competition nearby.

The later the person who is eliminated, the closer he gets to the competition are.

Don't underestimate this.

Observing the warrior battle at the moment of life and death on the spot is an excellent way to improve one's own tactic skills and practical experience.

But at this moment, they were all confused, and the eyes of Ye Chong were filled with indescribable envy.

Final Four.

The semi-finals of 3,000 contestants from all over the country.

This can be described as one of a thousand miles away.

The key is that the 3,000 contestants, except for the relatively relaxed registration conditions at the beginning, most of the contestants are selected under the harsh registration conditions in the later stage.

In other words, these 3,000 contestants basically represent the strongest strength at the level of martial arts warriors in China.

From this perspective, the top four of this Yangwu Conference are martial arts warriors and martial arts people of the following level, and are also the elites of the entire domestic race among the first million.

Don't envy it?

Not jealous?

Don't hate?

If you don’t envy, jealousy and hate, you must have problems.

At this moment, a drool was flowing from the corner of Golden Retriever Tom's mouth. He didn't even notice it himself, and was ticking downwards.

Looking from a distance, he looked like a golden retriever who was almost greedy.

At the same time, the wandering boy Jinshi supported his knees with his hands and gasped.

There was an indescribable complexity in his eyes when he looked at Ye Chong.

I have envy.

There is jealousy.

There is hatred.

There is also a meaningful smile that seems to be a smile.

The fat girl Sun Wukong's face turned pale, accompanied by the fine wounds on her face, she looked a little gloomy and terrifying, and very scary.

No one next to her.

I don’t know if it’s because of fear, or fear, or fear, no one is staying by her side anyway.

At this moment, the eyes she looked at Ye Chong were filled with a strong look of hatred and anger.

It seemed to be saying that if it weren't for Ye Chong, a guy who stood in the pit and didn't poop, she wouldn't have been eliminated so quickly.

At least, she couldn't have been so quick to suck with Yan Gui Gongsen, right?

Xiahou Bao's emotions had already returned to normal, and he was standing on the ground like an iron tower.

There was no one around him either.

It probably should have come.

You can see that there are some blood-red sticky things on the ground.

It is obvious that something must have happened here not long ago.

But sometimes, the "Warrior Law" is actually to protect the strong.

Speaking of which, if the weak and the strong fight a battle under the arena and the weak are killed, they will lose their value. The fairness reflected in the "Warrior Law" is likely to be to protect the strong with combat value.

fair?

Don't talk about true fairness in a world that advocates force.

Being able means being fair.

Without strength, there is no fairness.

Fairness requires strong strength to defend.

Actually, there is nothing we can do about it.

Today's society is the time to use people.

The war between the human race and the mutant beast is about to break out.

A living person is more valuable than a dead person.

A powerful warrior is more important than a weak warrior.

After all, in the era of national martial arts, advocating force is the theme, the purpose, and the concept.

Even in the environment protected by the "Warrior Law", the main problem of the weak's death lies with the weak themselves.

no way.

In the era of national martial arts, the judgment of laws and regulations must have a clear guiding role. Since it is martial, it must be implemented and pay attention to details.

In fact, the senior officials in power are very clear that this is also a helpless choice.

The mutant beasts are becoming more and more powerful, and their division of labor is becoming more and more professional, which poses greater threat to the human race.

To follow everything with Wu, this is the need for the human race to survive and a necessary choice.

As for individuals?

Since you have no ability and cannot adapt, you can only be eliminated to avoid occupying and consuming valuable resources.

This is the most popular idea of ​​the top power leaders of Quanwu and Guowu in the world today, about ethnic development and individual development.

At this time, Xiahou Bao looked at Ye Chong with a look of playfulness, as if he was eagerly waiting for someone else to kill the most hateful person in his heart for him.

Speaking of which, Zhang Mingyang is also a little confused now.

Although he had long thought that Ye Chong might be drawn to a bye again, when the facts were in front of him, he was hopelessly confused.

He was also confused about what was going on.

But he understood that no one would take care of Ye Chong this time.

I'm afraid the only explanation is that this guy is really lucky.

Perhaps the lucky eggs at the Mask Martial Arts Club are making God pity this lucky guy.

The only thing Zhang Mingyang can do now is to light a cigarette, suck it while continuing to cultivate himself in a daze and unable to extricate himself.

Wang Dahua was also confused.

The vice president of Yangwu Academy did want to make Ye Chong be bye for the third time, which aroused the anger of the audience and guests, and eventually burned his old opponent Zhang Mingyang to death.

However, he and his people did not succeed.

In fact, as soon as the morning competition ended, Wang Dahua and the people he arranged were emptied from the work of the organizing committee and had no chance to tamper with the lottery machine and background programs.

However, something he had dreamed of now happened.

However, he was not happy at all except being confused.

no way.

He felt that he was out of control.

A lot of things were sliding out of his hands.

Some things satisfied him on the surface, but he had no idea what the outcome would be in the end.

However, if you want to say that the person who is most confused in the entire No. stadium now must not be someone else, but Ye Chong.

“It’s so damn.

What's going on?

Why did God torture me again and again?

What I need now is a battle, okay?

But why do I just want to take the bye and then?

Lucky?

This is not luck.

To me, it is simply bad luck, bad luck, and pig shit luck.

Mad.

I'm going to have morning sickness.

Ahhhh.

wrong.

I've been spitting out."

Ye Chong frowned, his head full of black lines, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

However, he also knew in his heart that it would be better for him to remain quiet now.

Otherwise, as the target of public criticism, he would definitely be attacked by a group of people, and may even be torn off by someone.

The only way he can comfort himself now is to blame himself for getting too many lucky eggs in the Mask Martial Arts Club.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be as lucky as it is now, and people would be so lucky that they want to give up.

Speaking of which, Ye Chong felt like he was just a person who had just had a feast, and suddenly he had to face a more sumptuous meal, and he had to finish it all.
Chapter completed!