N-M Chapter 437 Is He Even Crazier Than Me?
Chapter 437 Is He Even Crazier Than Me?
"He should have used the instant recovery potion, so he was able to stand on the ring intact."
In the audience, someone made a reliable guess.
But soon, someone immediately denied this explanation.
"Instant recovery potion? That's a potion with thousands of merit points. It's just the first game, and this potion is used. Isn't this a loss-making business?"
"You must know that in the post-match lounge, as long as you have a breath and stay there for ten minutes, no matter how serious the injury is, you can recover."
"Would the black-haired boy rather use the instant recovery potion than stay honestly for ten minutes?"
"Moreover, even the instant recovery potion can only repair physical damage. As for mental exhaustion, it has no effect."
"Isn't he tired?"
Another question was raised.
"Then I don't know..."
"But the only thing we can know is that this black-haired kid is long enough!"
"After the game is over, he must use his family relationship to find out why he is so persistent!"
The sudden appearance of Ye Xinghe caused heated discussions in the audience.
The last "bladder round" had just ended, and the black-haired boy appeared in the ring again. Could it be that he was made of iron?
The players on the ring around him, after hearing the hot discussion in the audience, also looked towards Ye Xinghe.
Ye Xinghe's face was indifferent, and he didn't care about the discussions outside.
The only thing he cares about now is who his opponent is this time.
At the very least, it must be better than the "Talking Assassin" last time.
A burst of teleportation light came on, and in front of Ye Xinghe, an opponent with terrifying height appeared.
He is about 2.5 meters tall, and his bulging muscles are like finely crafted works of art. Every muscle is full of strength and explosiveness.
Numerous names are engraved on the muscles, but each name has a cross drawn on it.
His body lines are smooth and graceful, without a trace of fat.
Give Ye Xinghe a feeling that the huge sculpture in the park has come alive.
In terms of height alone, Ye Xinghe, who is 1.8 meters tall, is no more than his chest in front of him.
The muscular man has a capable crimson cropped head, wearing tight gym clothes, and a scar running through his right eye, which adds to his vicious aura.
A trace of blood red flashed in Ye Xinghe's eyes, and the detailed information of the muscular man immediately appeared in his field of vision.
[Adversary information, number: 5623, occupation: Dragon Fighter, camp: Demon Dao. 】
[Gu Yue, lv.110, sixth-order destiny, combat power level: Yingjie, combat power value: ...]
After seeing his detailed information, Ye Xinghe felt a little surprised.
What he didn't expect was that in the arena of this faction, there was Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
The "muscular man" in front of him is actually much stronger than the "talkative assassin" Coker.
Seeing his opponent sizing him up, "Muscular Man" Gu Yue showed a sinister smile on his face.
"Why are you scared?"
Guyue looked down at the black-haired boy in front of him, thinking that he was frightened by his appearance, so he couldn't help but mocked.
He really didn't see any strength in this ordinary black-haired boy in front of him.
It made him wonder that such a dull person could make it to the second round of the competition.
But the doubts in his heart were quickly understood in the audience's discussion.
"It turns out that your opponent in the last battle fainted from exhaustion in front of you. Your luck is really good!"
"This time, you want to make me faint, but it's not easy."
As the strongest profession in unarmed combat, Guyue has this confidence.
Ye Xinghe nodded expressionlessly when he heard the words, "I hope you can play a little longer, and you are not allowed to surrender, otherwise, after surrendering and leaving the ring, you will die."
With the experience of last time, Ye Xinghe prepared this time, straightforwardly and clearly explained to his opponent, it doesn't matter if he seems a little arrogant.
"What did you say!"
Guyue was startled, no one had dared to talk to him like this before.
The black-haired boy in front of him dared to threaten him!
Guyue laughed angrily, "9527! You are looking for death!"
The opponent is also a professional in the way of evil spirits, haven't you heard of his evil name?
Is he crazy to say harsh words and let himself die?
That's why I dare to say such nonsense to myself.
Ye Xinghe said seriously: "Come! Kill me!"
He couldn't wait now, wanted to score more competitive points, and opened the "hidden reward" prompted by the system.
"???"
When Guyue heard Ye Xinghe's answer, he was taken aback for a moment, but then he laughed loudly: "Haha! You are really brave! You are not afraid of me!"
But he was wondering in his heart, who is the black-haired boy in front of him in the evil way?
Among the practitioners of the same rank in the Demonic Dao, he had never met a person whose expression did not change when he saw him.
It stands to reason that he is also famous for his fierceness, so there should be no one who doesn't know him. He is the "tearing maniac" Gu Yue?
Just when he was wondering, the sound of cheers from the arena suddenly came from his ears.
"Old fairy Baixue, with boundless magic power, invincible in attack and invincible in battle."
"Old Immortal Septic Blood, with his magic power in the Central Plains, has great supernatural powers and boundless mana."
"The septic blood old fairy has boundless magic power, enjoys immortal blessings forever, and lives as long as the sky."
"..."
Guyue turned his head to look at the auditorium, and suddenly saw Xie Feng, the leader, leading a large group of people behind him, shouting slogans vigorously.
"Evil wind? Why is he cheering for others here?"
Guyue showed surprise on his face.
He knows Xiefeng, Xiefeng is very famous in the evil way, not because of his strength, but because he is too weak.
If he wasn't the nephew of the evil general Xie Wudao, he wouldn't have been able to get along in the chaotic city of the evil way with his third-rate strength.
Another thing that makes Xiefeng famous is that his eyesight is surprisingly high, and the ordinary masters of the evil way can't get into his eyes at all.
And such a person is actually cheering for some kind of "septic blood old fairy"?
Who is the "Old Immortal of Septic Blood"?
When Guyue's eyes fell on the enlarged photo behind Xiefeng, doubts began to arise in his heart.
The face of the person in the photo looks so familiar, where did he seem to see it?
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked across from him.
"hiss……"
"The person who cheers for the evil wind...is you!"
"You are that bloody old fairy!"
Guyue gasped, could it be that his opponent was a hidden boss in the evil way?
Hearing the title of "Old Immortal of Septic Blood", he couldn't help but guess.
Does the black-haired boy in front of him look like a certain boss in the evil way who is "pretending to be tender".
No wonder he dared to speak harsh words to himself, even crazier than himself!
If that was the case, he would have to consider that the "black-haired boy" in front of him might be a big boss pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, so should he... have to consider surrendering?