Douluo v: Draw the Qinglong Wuhun at the beginning, hang and beat Tang San to grab Xiaowu

Unlike the promotion round, this time three teams participated in the knockout round.

In other words, every player who plays has to fight against two opponents at the same time to some extent, so the difficulty of winning is naturally much higher.

The Elite Soul Master Competition has been held for so many years, and the rules are the same every year, so there is no need for much introduction at all.

As Bibi Dong's words came out, everyone in Shrek Academy and Wuhundian Academy all became confused:

Although it is an individual knockout, being the first player to play can affect the morale of the entire team to a certain extent, so it is natural to be cautious.

"Third brother, why don't you let me play in the first game?"

Looking at Tang San, Ma Hongjun said directly:

"It just so happens that I haven't done anything for a long time and I want to stretch my muscles."

"You want to show off and attract more female soul masters, right?"

Although Ma Hongjun had tried his best to explain, Tang San still guessed his thoughts in an instant:

For Ma Hongjun, who is a humanoid seeder, this is the only thing that can make him so positive.

'Hey~'

Ma Hongjun was not too embarrassed when his little thoughts were seen through.

Pretending to be honest and letting out a burst of laughter, Ma Hongjun then touched his head and said:

"As expected of third brother, I know I can't hide my little thoughts from you."

"With your strength, you are not suitable to be the first to take action."

Although Ma Hongjun performed well, Tang San still rejected him unceremoniously.

"Third brother?"

Looking at Tang San, Ma Hongjun looked a little aggrieved:

Why, isn't my strength, Ma Hongjun's, not enough to satisfy you?

"In the first game, no matter which team it is, it should be based on testing. Before the core members of other teams come on the field, you don't need to take action."

Looking at Ma Hongjun, Tang San directly explained:

Although he looked down on Ma Hongjun, he still had to admit that this fat man was indeed one of the current leaders of the Shrek Academy team.

"Jing Ling, it's up to you to play in this match."

After convincing Ma Hongjun, Tang San's eyes fell on the spirit master beside him:

Among the seven soul masters, Jing Ling was ranked fourth in strength, neither strong nor weak, and could be used for charging.

"no problem."

Nodding, Jing Ling had no objection to Tang San's arrangement.

While Shrek Academy made its decision, Du Cheng also set his sights on Oscar:

"Oscar, are you going to play now, or later?"

"Now."

Without any hesitation, Oscar gave the answer instantly:

He has been waiting for too long for the opportunity to compete with Shrek Academy.

"In that case, I'll leave it to you."

Seeing the murderous look on Oscar's face, Du Cheng nodded calmly:

With the help of his own plug-in, in terms of strength alone, Oscar has even surpassed Tylenol. I dare not say that he can defeat seven in one, but it is no problem to win the first game.

The discussion lasted only a short time. A few dozen seconds later, Oscar and the players from the other two teams appeared on the playing field.

In addition to Jing Ling, Wuhundian sent a short-haired member.

The three of them drew lots, and the members of Wuhundian got a bye. The game became Jingling vs. Oscar.

"Oscar?"

Perhaps because she had been with Tang San and others for too long, Jing Ling also became a bit arrogant.

Looking at the huge muscles in front of him, his face showed a bit of disdain:

"Your name is the same as someone I know, but unfortunately, he is a loser. I hope you can give me a little surprise."

If he were a normal member of Lan Ba ​​Academy, Jing Ling would definitely not behave like this. After all, they were a group of monsters whose average strength exceeded level [-].

But Oscar?

A loser who has never played before is just a cannon fodder used to lead the charge.

"Humph!"

As Jing Ling spoke, Oscar's face turned dark instantly:

"Whether it's trash or not, you'll find out later."

After finishing his words, without even giving Jing Ling a chance to speak, Oscar rushed towards him with a terrifying aura.

After transforming into a devil muscleman, Oscar has a body of nearly three meters, coupled with his terrifying body proportions. Although it is just a simple movement, Jing Ling can't help but tremble:

"Then this reckless man doesn't even release his martial spirit?"

After finishing his words, Jing Ling dodged and summoned his martial spirit.

"White bones turn into blades!"

Jing Ling's martial spirit is a skeleton, which has strong advantages in attack and speed.

Seeing Oscar rushing over, he directly released his first martial spirit, intending to give the reckless man in front of him a hard blow.

According to common sense, even a soul master with good melee abilities would not resist the soul skills of other soul masters when he did not release his martial soul, but Oscar was obviously an exception.

Faced with Jing Ling's first soul skill, Oscar did not dodge or evade. His huge body turned around sharply as he approached the opponent:

"Iron Mountain!"

"Reckless man, you..."

Three meters high and two meters wide, Oscar's back is like a wall to Jing Ling.

It was like being hit head-on by a dump truck. Without any accident, Jing Ling spat out a mouthful of old blood and flew backwards.

Until he landed on the ground, Jing Ling's eyes were still a little confused:

"Why, why do you do this?"

There is no doubt that this sentence is asking about Oscar.

Looking at the wound on Oscar's lower back that was scratched by his own bone blade, Jing Ling had a joke in his mind that he wanted to blurt out:

This is an elimination match for three people. Isn't it normal to test each other, understand each other, and then defeat the opponent while retaining strength as much as possible?

Apart from allowing the Wuhundian Academy team to take advantage of Oscar's obviously desperate approach, Jing Ling couldn't think of any more endings.

Could it be that Lan Ba ​​Academy has actually been bought by Wuhun Palace?

"Hehe~"

Faced with Jing Ling's inquiry, Oscar just sneered:

According to common sense, his targets are only Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Dai Mubai, but who makes this bitch talk mean?

"I have a big sausage!"

With weird movements and shocking soul curses, under the unbelievable gazes of all the soul masters, a thick sausage appeared in Oscar's hand.

Throwing the sausage in his hand into his mouth, with Oscar's current body shape, he didn't even need to chew.

The soul power spread, and in just a short moment, the wounds that were still bleeding began to heal. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that Oscar had actually fought a battle.

"This is……"