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Wang Yan returned to the venue.

After receiving a warm welcome, countless people cheered the name of the Son of Flame, and their voices resounded throughout the sky.

And Ampe Zongxiu didn't dare to come back at all, and was directly picked up from the island by some Japanese people.

"I'm worried about you in vain." Wu Ya'ange ran over, pinched Wang Yan in anger, rolled his eyes charmingly and said, "You're hiding very deeply, and you actually piled up succubus to half a step S-level."

"Haha, I just want to give An Pei Zongxiu a surprise." Wang Yan laughed.

In fact, the succubus can not only be able to pile up at half a step of S-level by resources. How could the succubus who can be collected by the God of Light into the trial space? How could it be an ordinary succubus? Whether it is appearance or qualification, it is the top presence among succubus.

Otherwise, Wang Yan would not have given up a holy weapon in exchange for this succubus, and he also owed the God of Light a favor.

Some allies and friends came forward to congratulate Wang Yan on his miraculous reaching the semi-finals.

"Son of Fire." High Priest Belica said with excitement, "It's just one game, you must kill the Desert Emperor."

Belika's words caused some ridicule.

Although everyone has a good relationship with Wang Yan, few people think that Wang Yan can kill the Desert Emperor and win the championship. The reason is very simple. The Desert Emperor is too strong. He beat the Satan apostle Harrison's ultimate move forward and attacked Harrison with his strength.

However, Wang Yan was at a disadvantage and won by his mouth and cholera opponent's mind. The gap between the two was too obvious, and Wang Yan's winning rate was less than 10%.

Next, after some fun.

Emmons announced that the final will begin in three days and we will have a good rest.

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A few days later tonight!

On the balcony of the villa where Wang Yan was temporarily resting.

The Desert Emperor was wearing a golden mask and lay comfortably on the Grand Master's chair, drinking leisurely. Naturally, there would be no shortage of beauties by his side. Two beautiful women from Egypt helped him massage, pour wine, and beat his legs.

Not to mention, this guy really knows how to enjoy it. Each of the beauties around him is in a top position, and even his strength has reached B-level.

"Old Sha." Wang Yan said angrily, "You came to me late at night and asked me to drink with you. Could it be because you were not sure to beat me and were ready to poison my wine?"

Poison your soul!

Even with the mood of the Desert Emperor, he couldn't help but give him a blank look: "You can drink so much wine after poisoning?"

"Haha, it's a joke." Wang Yan laughed, "You are the emperor of the desert, and you won't have such a shameless thing. But you took me to drink and watch the stars in the middle of the night, and I always feel the atmosphere is a bit weird."

"I'm looking for you to drink today because I want to apologize to you." The Desert Emperor said lightly, "Because of tomorrow's battle, I will do my best and will not show mercy because you are my friend."

In a word, the momentum rose up.

"Oh, Lao Sha, your words hurt my heart too much." Wang Yan said quietly, "I asked me to drink and watch Xingxing, but I said such ruthless words. You are so annoying."

The Desert Emperor was a little creepy when he said it. He really wanted to run away in panic and said, "Okay, okay, I'll bother you not to use your mouth to deal with me. This trick is useless to me."

"Or why do I let me have three moves?" Wang Yan said with a shy face, "Just three moves, so that I won't lose too ugly."

"Can you miss this?" The Desert Emperor said angrily, "After so long, can I not understand you? I really want to believe you. Ampe Zongxiu and other things will be my fate. Don't think I don't know, you must have some killer weapon hidden."

"The killer move? It's gone, I'm really gone." Wang Yan said with a bitter look on his face, "Old Sha, do you think I'm a Dingdang cat, and all kinds of methods are emerging one after another? If I really have a killer move, I still have to use my mouth gun to deal with Ampe Zongxiu? How embarrassing."

"It's really gone?"

"It's really gone. Look at my sincere face. By the way, you see you have so many beauties, so give me a few."

"roll!"

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The next day.

The Youth Conference venue was crowded with people.

There is only one game today, and that is the most highly anticipated final.

On the ring!

Wang Yan and the Desert Emperor have stood still in peace.

In the stands, deafening shouts came one after another, and it was very lively.

"Son of Flame, you are the heaven, you are the light, you are my only one"

"Desert Emperor, I want to be your concubine, how come I am?"

One is the sunny and handsome son of the flame, and the other is the mysterious and mysterious desert emperor like an emperor. Both of them have many fans and are encouraging their morale on the court.

"Old Sha, everyone is brother. Why don't we throw coins to determine the winner and lose, so as not to hurt the harmony." Wang Yan said, touching his nose.

"Get out!" The Desert Emperor replied with a word. Tossing a coin determines the winner and lose, but he can think of it.

The host Sean was walking on a flying skateboard and was about to say something. But suddenly his eyes turned dark and he fainted. He saw Belika, who was wearing a sacrificial robe, instead, saying: "Dear leaders and spectators. This is the last game. If you just pass by it in a simple manner, it would be too boring."

"What the hell!"

Wang Yan widened his eyes, "This goddess stick is too brave. What kind of play is this?"

The scene was quiet.

Even the people on the rostrum did not stop her.

"I personally suggest that you have to add a little lottery to be fun." Belika is worthy of being a goddess stick and a female gambling stick. She gambles as soon as she opens her mouth. "This priest has used the big prophecy to infer a winning rate based on the record, strength, potential, trump card, etc. of the finals. Please look at the big screen~"

On the big screen.

A portrait of the Son of Fire and the Desert Emperor appeared, with a big burning vs in the middle. Below the avatar, there is a series of data analysis and odds between the two sides.

"The odds of the Son of Fire are, one and four."

In other words, if you win one dollar, you can earn three dollars.

"The odds of the Desert Emperor are, one or two."

In other words, if you win by buying the Desert Emperor, you can only earn 20 cents per dollar.

"Hey, hey." Without waiting for the audience to speak, Wang Yan took the lead in protesting, "Belica, your odds are really bullying. Why do you think my winning rate is so low?"

"Hehe, the son of flame." High Priest Belika smiled, "It's not that this priest is bullying you, because your winning rate is indeed very low. If you don't believe it, you can buy more and win by yourself. That's a very high odds of one or four."

The others also reacted and began to protest that the desert emperor's odds were too low. If you buy him one dollar, you have to lose one dollar. If you win, you can earn two cents more. It is really not cost-effective.

"Haha, if you think buying the Desert Emperor is not worth it, you can buy the Son of Fire." Belika said with a cunning look on her face, "No one pointed a gun at your head to buy the Desert Emperor."

Everyone's eyes turned dark. Belika was indeed an old gambler. The odds were really tricky. But even so, few people were willing to buy the Son of Fire to win.

Just make two cents, but you will win anyway.

"Please scan this QR code and download a special betting app." High Priest Belika said, "The betting machine will be settled in US dollars according to the currency exchange ratio of each country. Please note that each bet is limited to one million US dollars."

The amount of a single bet is very high, one million US dollars.

But considering that the tens of thousands of spectators present are superpowers, some of them even have the strength to reach B level or even A level. It’s just that they are limited to age or other factors and are not able to play on the game.

"Although you earn less money by buying the Desert Emperor, you're better than nothing." An old man dressed in a European aristocrat installed the betting app and bought a hundred bets for the Desert Emperor in one go.

In his family, two outstanding descendants also came to participate in the Youth Conference, but unfortunately they both failed in the rematch.

Among the audience, there are not many bets worth hundreds of millions of dollars at a time, but there are not many. The superpowers have never lacked local tyrants.

Most of them bought a bet or played with a few bets. Occasionally, there were some viewers who were short of money, and two or three people gathered a bet.

At the same time, the data of real-time betting on the big screen soared rapidly. The ones who bought the Desert Emperor quickly exceeded 10,000 bets, and the number was still soaring. There are many fans of Son of Fire among them, but it does not mean that they will buy Son of Fire to win.

The winner of buying the Son of Fire is only more than 3,000 bets.

"Old Wang." Saint Knight Yuri Seth jumped onto the stage, gave Wang Yan a affectionate hug, and encouraged him, "Don't be affected, you can fight well."

"Yurisse." Wang Yan couldn't help but feel a little moved. It seemed that someone trusted him.

"Belica, I will not be fooled by you again this time." The Holy Knight said strongly, "I will bet two hundred bets and the Desert Emperor will win."

"puff!"

Wang Yan almost squirted out an old blood from this room. Brother, are you so good? I was moved by you.

"Old Wang, brothers are brothers, but I am really poor, brother." Liu Bujie also came up and sighed, "Old Sha is so perverted. You probably don't even have a 10% chance of winning. I'll place three hundred bets and bet Lao Sha wins. You can fight hard, don't weaken our country's courage."

Wang Yan rolled his eyes suddenly, "You are coming up and angering me, right?" Also, why are you poor when you cry? Three hundred bets, this is a full 300 million US dollars. Why do you want so much money for ascetics?

"Hahaha!" Blood Wolf came over and patted Wang Yan on the shoulder a few times and said, "Son of Flame, I, Blood Wolf, look forward to you. I rely on you for my pension money."

"It's still a big Blood Wolf." Wang Yan nodded and praised, "I'll go back and invite you to drink."

"Haha, I mean, you lose more beautifully." Blood Wolf said calmly, "Although it's just buying one and making 0.2, this sparrow is small, but it's just a bite of meat."

One by one, the guys who got along well with Wang Yan came over to cheer with Wang Yan, but seeing their hesitation, they knew that they must have won the Desert Emperor.

Wang Yan really wants to spit on their faces.
Chapter completed!