Chapter 22 The top 16 competition begins, Ying Wushuang versus Wang Yuanyuan
Not bad!
With a seventh-level skill experience card, even if you face a seventh-level skill, you will still have the strength to fight.
Ying Wushuang was overjoyed and continued the lottery.
Soon the lottery wheel started spinning again.
【bite! Congratulations to the host for winning the replica version of the Reincarnation Spirit Furnace. 】
[Re-engraved version of the Reincarnation Spiritual Furnace: It will consume a lot of spiritual power when used, but it can produce a powerful offensive without side effects. 】
"Fuck!"
"Reincarnation Spiritual Furnace?"
After Ying Wushuang heard the system's beep, she was so happy that she wanted to take off.
You must know that the Samsara Spiritual Furnace ranks first among the seventy-four spiritual furnaces.
At the beginning, Shengyue had the idea of letting Ying Wushuang undergo the reincarnation trial and integrate the reincarnation spiritual furnace, but he rejected it.
At that time, he had feelings for Sheng Cai'er and wanted to leave the best for her, so he voluntarily gave up that opportunity.
Unexpectedly, after many years, he still obtained the Reincarnation Spiritual Furnace. How could this not make Ying Wushuang excited?
Ying Wushuang said nothing, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to fuse the spiritual furnace of reincarnation.
As time went by, the first round of round robin finally ended, and the finals of the Demon Hunter Team selection competition also entered the top sixteen stage.
The top 16 stage is different from the previous points competition system. The top 16 is completely a knockout round. If anyone loses the game, he will not be able to advance to the quarterfinals.
This is also the case in the following quarter-finals.
The number of participants suddenly dropped from sixty to sixteen.
Therefore, the senior leaders of the Holy Alliance placed the final finals in the Holy Alliance Grand Proving Ground.
At this time, the Holy Alliance Grand Trial Ground was not overcrowded, but so many contestants including Holy Alliance staff gathered here and occupied many positions.
At least it won't be as relaxed as it was at the beginning, when the personnel were dispersed to the training grounds of each branch hall.
The positions on the second floor of the meeting hall are occupied by the deputy temple masters of the six major temples.
"Sanshui, who do you think will win this championship?"
Lin Chen, the deputy master of the Magic Temple, swung the red wine in his goblet, glanced at Sanshui, the deputy master of the Soul Temple, with interest, and asked casually.
Sanshou held the scepter, his eyes quickly swept over the contestants sitting on the stage, and then asked: "I wonder who Palace Master Lin is more optimistic about?"
"No matter who he was optimistic about, that kid from his family was eliminated. I heard that he didn't even make it to the top 16. He was defeated by someone in the first game, haha!"
I, the deputy director of the Warrior Temple, laughed wildly and recounted the scene of that day's match at an inappropriate time.
When Lin Chen heard this, his originally relaxed expression immediately turned ugly.
He involuntarily increased his strength on the goblet he held in his hand.
"By the way, Sanshui, I remember you seem to be the supervisor of the Knights' Training Ground. That game seemed to have been held at the Knights' Training Grounds. You should know that, right?"
Ren Wokuang continued to speak to Sanshui without caring about Lin Chen's feelings.
"Bang!"
At this moment, a crisp popping sound was heard, and the goblet in Lin Chen's hand was accidentally crushed.
"Let me be crazy. If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute."
Lin Chen's face was livid, and he shouted angrily.
"Okay, okay, the game is about to start, and there are so many juniors sitting down there, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed?"
At this time, the deputy master of the Priest Temple, Ruoshui, couldn't help but hold his forehead, and had no choice but to come out to smooth things over.
After the referee's introduction in the audience, the top 16 competition officially began.
"In the first match of the top 16, the assassin Ying Wushuang versus the warrior Wang Yuanyuan, both sides took the field."
Following the referee's order, Ying Wushuang and Wang Yuanyuan walked to the training ground respectively.
What makes Ying Wushuang a little puzzled is that he remembers that in the original work, Wang Yuanyuan competed with Long Haochen for the last sixteenth place in the Sixty to Sixteen Tournament, but he lost.
Unexpectedly, the first opponent he faced in the top 16 competition would be her?
It seems that due to his arrival, some of the original plot changes have been changed. But this is good, it can make yourself more challenging.
"In a duel between an assassin and a warrior, your advantage is not obvious."
Wang Yuanyuan looked at Ying Wushuang, who had a handsome face opposite him, and spoke confidently.
"Oh, really?"
"Which one is strong and which one is weak will be known once you try it."
Facing this militant girl, Ying Wushuang knew that what he was going to do next would definitely be a fierce battle.
"Okay, what I, Wang Yuanyuan, admire the most in my life are those who are powerful. If you want to make me surrender, you have to show the real sign with your fists and feet."
As he spoke, Wang Yuanyuan clenched his fists, with a strong fighting spirit in his beautiful eyes.
"Come on, let me experience your strength."
There was a dagger in Ying Wushuang's hand, and he was also full of fighting spirit.
"The game begins!"
Following the referee's order, both of them released their spiritual powers.
"Liquid spiritual power?"
"They are all fifth level?"
The audience in the audience looked at the scene in front of them and expressed surprise.
Sure enough, the closer the competition goes to the end, the stronger the contestants become.
"Master Ren, it seems that your Warrior Temple has a good prospect!"
"No matter where you are, this one from your Assassin Temple is not bad either."
Ying Wu was seen holding a dagger in both hands. He swayed and disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Wang Yuanyuan.
"So fast!"
Wang Yuanyuan was surprised, but he quickly reacted.
She saw her hands crossed in front of her to resist Ying Wushuang's attack.
"Stab~"
There was a metallic clang, and the dagger collided with Wang Yuanyuan's glove, making a harsh sound.
Ying Wushuang's attack failed, and he quickly retreated to his original position, keeping distance from Wang Yuanyuan. At the same time, his wrist shook slightly, and a cold air spread out from his dagger.
Faced with the attack of cold air, Wang Yuanyuan's pupils shrank slightly.
In this biting cold air, she felt as if she was trapped in an ice cellar.
"drink!"
With a low roar, Ying Wushuang retracted the dagger, and a jet-black light flashed on his right arm.
Then, a black light flew out from the palm, forming a sharp sword in mid-air.
"Um?"
Wang Yuanyuan frowned, his eyes slightly serious.
She could clearly feel the sharp aura carried by the black blade. The sharp aura made her feel as small as an ant in front of it, and the opponent was so powerful.
"Overlord Thorn!"
He heard Ying Wushuang roar again, and the huge black blade suddenly shot towards Wang Yuanyuan.
At this moment, he had increased his speed to the limit, almost reaching the sound barrier level. His whole body seemed to turn into a wisp of wind, and he appeared in front of Wang Yuanyuan instantly.
Yingwu held a sharp sword in both hands and stabbed Wang Yuanyuan's chest straight. His speed was too fast.
(End of chapter)