Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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Like every previous event, the master came to Yang Ming to explain the opponent's situation.

As the Five Element Academy, in addition to Elephant Armor Sect, the students including Blazing Academy have changed their past fighting styles. Although they still played with spirit masters of the same attribute, there was a clear division of labor.

For example, the Blazing Academy, there has been a strange lineup of fire attack, fire control field, fire sensitive attack, and fire auxiliary.

The fire-attribute martial spirit’s attack originally exploded. With the addition and support of the same attribute, the output will be even higher. If you change to another academy team, you may be beaten down before two or three hits.

Of course, the premise of all this is another team.

The master looked at Yang Ming who was standing in front of him, with a smile on his stiff face, and said:

"The opponents are all fire martial spirits. I think it will be easy for you to win later, but you have to be careful. After all, the Fire Leopard Sect still suspects that you dug their ancestral graves, and you can't say that you will provide soul bones to those players to strengthen them Strength."

"I understand."

Yang Ming nodded and returned to the team.

"In the first round, the center ring, Shrek Academy vs. Blazing Academy."

The host announced aloud the roster of the players, and the players from both sides walked into the arena with heads high.

As the host’s voice fell, the audience burst into cheers. Fans who supported Shrek Academy and Blazing Academy had already been torn before the game. The smell of gunpowder was so full, and now the fuse has been lit. No one was convinced, calling out his support team.

Naturally, Shrek Academy fans directly crushed their opponents by virtue of their numerical advantages, and Yang Ming's name echoed in the entire arena.

"Yang Ming!" "Yang Ming!"

"Yang Ming!" "Yang Ming!" "Yang Ming!"...

The sound was shaking, and even the billboards erected in the Great Arena of Souls were shaking.

Come to think of it, Yang Ming's fans are already looking forward to Yang Ming's one move to solve his opponent. If he succeeds, the aura surrounding the entire Five Elements Academy will be overshadowed.

Yang Ming is still at the forefront, with Zhu Zhuqing and Oscar behind him, followed by four substitute members Tailong, Huang Yuan, Jingling, and Jiangzhu.

It has to be said that these six people have been reduced to a background board, shrouded by the brilliance brought by Yang Ming, the audience is also very realistic, and they did not pay attention to them at all.

Once, the four Tyrones were still a little unhappy. They were all young people, and they had been preparing for this competition for many years when they were in the Blue Bull Academy. Naturally, they were a bit unconvinced, but after being preached by Oscar, they added Self-confidence can't solve the opponent with Yang Ming, so he doesn't say anything, and quietly becomes an extra.

After stepping into the ring, Yang Ming put his hands behind his back, his eyes restrained, and his eyes focused on the opponent on the stage.

The seven students in Blazing Academy all looked almost the same age, in their early twenties.

The seven people formed a triangle formation. The leader was Huo Wushuang. The moment he saw Yang Ming, his eyes seemed to breathe fire, emitting a scorching light, which was extremely eye-catching.

"Yang Ming, we don't talk secretly, have you ever dug your ancestral grave?"

Yang Ming glanced at him indifferently, not knowing how this guy had become an iron man. As soon as he got on stage, he asked himself this question, throwing him a cold face, and said:

"not me."

"Okay!" Huo Wushuang twisted his neck and made a creaking sound. A powerful and incomparable fighting spirit emerged from his body. "I will believe in your character once, but whether you have done it or not, I No one will show mercy!"

"Yang Ming, I have studied your previous battles. I have to say that you are a fighting genius. Whether it is talent or soul skills, it is far superior to any of the seven of us. Even I think, even soul The king-level powerhouse may not be your opponent, right?" Twelve Literature Network www.12txt.com

No one had thought that Huo Wushuang would be so aspiring to destroy his prestige.

There was an uproar from the audience.

Huo Wushuang ignored him, and before Yang Ming responded, he asked and answered:

"That's right. Even the Soul King is not an opponent with your strength. I asked myself, if you choose one by one, naturally you won't be your opponent."

"but!"

Often when someone said the word "but", it meant a major turning point, and even Huo Wushuang couldn't avoid it.

Huo Wushuang looked at Yang Ming with scorching eyes, the heat in his eyes seemed to be able to melt everything, full of self-belief:

"Yang Ming, you are too arrogant. Who do you think you are, can you defeat the young heroes in the world with just one person? I will tell you in actual combat, no, absolutely impossible!"

"Although my strength alone is indeed not your opponent, my six friends are behind me. They will give me infinite strength. With the seven of us, you are definitely not our opponent!"

Faced with Huo Wushuang's passionate and bold statement of war, Yang Ming just yawned in response.

With his tail finger teasing up his earwax, Yang Mingman glanced at Huo Wushuang carelessly, just to match the stalemate look on his face, it seemed that Yang Ming would actually put his words as farts.

Obviously, he has already regarded Yang Ming as the strongest enemy in his life!

Why does he ignore me!

Zhan Wushuang screamed wildly in his heart, but Yang Ming ignored his many internal dramas, just said lightly:

"Done?"

Zhan Wushuang nodded subconsciously, and Yang Ming quickly turned to look at the referee and said:

"Referee, is it time to announce the start of the game?"

"Oh oh oh." The referee nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Before the referee could speak, Zhan Wushuang couldn't stand it first, and roared angrily:

"Yang Ming, as the opponent of our Blazing Academy, don't you want to say something?"

Yang Ming looked at him in a panic and depraved, and he was a little puzzled, but when he thought, perhaps it was because the other party stayed in Blazing Academy all the year round to dominate the king and hegemony, so there was such a misunderstanding. He nodded and said:

"Well, I'll send you a word."

"If you hesitate, you will lose."

At this time, the referee also went to the center, raised his right hand, and said:

"Both sides line up and salute."

A total of 14 players from both sides stood in two rows and saluted each other.

Yang Ming's face was indifferent, and every student and the captain of the Blazing Academy felt the same, as if they had eaten an atomic bomb, their lungs exploded with anger, and each one glared at Yang Ming.

Huo Wu snorted and said:

"Yang Ming, today is our moment to end your winning streak!"