Legend of the Asura

If this were fifty ordinary players, then almost everyone would think he could easily win with the strength that Shura had shown before, but he was facing fifty strong people, and none of them were super strong who stood at the top of each country's strength. Each of them had tremendous strength and terrible tricks, and there must be no less powerful than the drug hand and cold ice assassin, Shura is strong, but is it really possible to win? Around the world, some are sarcastic, some are disdainful, some are thinking, but without exception, they are all nervously looking forward to the start of such a mixed battle immediately, such a race may never come across again in their lifetime.

And for the audience in China Summer, there's only one thing in their hearts - it's so fucking exciting! One person challenges the 50 superpowers, and only Hua Xia's Hua Luo has such strength and hegemony, and only Hua Xia's Hua Luo has such courage and courage. So, gorgeous war, let the world see our Huaxia-style arrogance, whether we win or lose, we have won.

The belated "Start of the Game" tone finally sounded, and the world's voices stopped, all eyes locked on the arena. In their minds, this is doomed to be a lasting and fierce race.

The wind summoned up Xuan, but did not launch an attack, but stood in the middle calm and said: “You have the dignity of the strong. If it wasn't for my persecution and some reason, you'd rather fail miserably than despise this scene with more and fewer fights... Humph, let your heart orally give you 10 seconds, I will stand here, I won't move, let alone fight, try to beat me, this is your only chance... 10, 9, 8..."

“Drink!” How can those strong men endure that scornful tone and high posture? The Canadian leading man nearest to the wind is angry, and his strongest must-kill move...

“Angry Dragon Chopped! ”

On top of the big bronze sword, he actually put a hovering earthy light dragon on his loud drinking voice, gorgeous and shocked the audience subconsciously shouting, then the heavy sword raised high, with a terrible momentum and split his head to Shuro... the wind, as he said, did not show any signs of moving, even his eyes did not open, so close his eyes read for a second.

Boom!!

After the deafening sounds of the bombardment, the stiff arena was struck by the raw afterwaves of the attack into a large pit up to half a metre deep, and the wind at the center of the explosion fell for half a metre, but it still stood steadily, with a remarkable appearance on its head... MISS!

What a mighty blow, but it turned out to be a big MISS, not just the Canadian expert's direct stupidity, but the out-of-the-counter audience felt an unacceptable psychological setback. It's like throwing a chocolate bean in your mouth and finding it to be a sheep shit bean.

Absolutely not only has a powerful attack capability, but also a powerful hit capability. Otherwise, it is not a good idea to call it an absolute move. This MISS hit him hard. The reacting masters also stopped hesitating to attack Shura at the fastest possible speed and must be their strongest moves. A strongman of the archer profession first launched an attack. He fired fast arrows, dense and numb as a storm. There was a storm and arrow. Each arrow was in the center of Shuro's body, carrying a red number that made people talk... MISS, MISS, MISS, -1, MISS, MISS...

Boom!

The short-edged Hungarian assassin with the green blade must have killed the stunning "Phantom Assault” successfully hit Shura, and then carried a number he wouldn't believe...

- One!

The archer profession of the highest-hit profession, and also a world-class powerful archer, almost all MISS when attacking Shura, and single-handedly attacking the highest assassin profession, can't break his defense!!

The audience was shocked, how powerful was this Shura's attribute... how did he get both his attribute and his strength!?

All kinds of powerful and stunning hitting the center of the arena, provoking all kinds of collisions and explosions of varying sizes. The original hard arena ground began to crawl under these perverted masters one after the other, cracking open countless distorted irregular cracks, while Shura stood still under these attacks like a rock, not knocked down, not repelled, not even moved his body. These world-class stroke attacks tickled him. Few could hit his body. Apart from a few stunning moves with additional fixed damage and fate, none broke Shura's defense.

The defense is far from his ability to attack, but there are more than 36,000 of them without any assistive skills, which they can easily break.

Ten seconds later, when the wind opened its eyes, they also finally had a complete cold. He can no longer be called a strong man, but a monster, safely attacked by so many world-class powerful men.

He was insane because he was qualified to be insane. He dares to challenge all alone because he has enough strength - absolutely overwhelming power. Ten seconds later, before Shura did, they knew everyone on their side had been defeated.

A wretched mess broke under his feet. He swept their position, waving his hands wide open...

“Fusion! Plasma space storm! ”

When the wind is ready to attack, they are ready to resist and cooperate, but they can completely enclose the entire arena, and how can the magic curse of forced hits evade and resist? This is the fusion of the 'plasma storm’, a low-level curse in the wind system, with the 'space field’, an intermediate magic in the space system. In the midst of a violent tornado, all of them, without exception, were swept up at high altitude, then killed one after the other, and finally, under the manipulation of space, all of them were thrown out of the arena, landed on the ground outside the arena, leaving some of them with no chance of ever standing on the arena again, even if they could come back to life.

They should be glad that the wind shut down the effects of broken hearts, otherwise they would be hanged into piles of meat in a plasma space storm, plaguing them with future nightmares.

When they were revived by the system outside, they all looked at Shura on the stage like fools, and the shock of a dozen seconds was as unreal as a dream.

What the real strong are... accustomed to living on their own, they finally begin to really understand the concept at this moment. Ten seconds without any defenses, bombarded by more than fifty masters on a rotating basis, while he was safe. And he made a move... and they all lost.

Is this the real strong one? They began to ask themselves in shock… what is the title of their strong? It is so hard to strike in front of the truly powerful, like the difference between the rubble and the mountains.

No, it's definitely not that he's too weak, it's this Huaxia guy who's too strong.

These powerful men looked at Shura without his previous anger, but rather shocked and unbelievable, a short game that made Shura a mountain in their hearts that could not be climbed, but could not see the summit.

Their reaction is still there, not to mention the world's off-site audience. I don't know how many people have ever opened their mouths to surprise, but they thought it would be a wonderful, fierce and lasting mix-up, but it started so fast and ended so quickly.

“Oh, my God, I was wrong. He's a god! I was thinking about beating him... Oh, I'm so ignorant.” Walled Al? La Francis shouted exaggerated to the extreme.

Not far from him, the Emperor released the demons, poisoners and other super powerful people also showed surprise, even William, who has always been full of grievance and resentment? Carlos had his eyes open, his face stiff, and he couldn't make a sound of surprise. He thought he was already at the top of the world, resented Shura's sneak attack to find a chance to fight him again, and now he knows that from the beginning, he was nothing but an ant in Shura's eyes who could pinch to death at any time.

“Ding, the soul of China Summer Wind wins! ”

“Canadian State 1, Canadian State 2, Australian State 1… Belgian State 2, all defeated, Canadian State, Australian State… Billy State all out! ”

“Ding! This is the end of the first World Martial Arts Congress, the winner is the soul of Huaxia No. 1 player! ”

Victory came too quickly, too suddenly, people thought that more than 80 contestants would play more than eighty games, even if only twenty seconds apart each would last a long time, even more than 24 hours, but less than two hours, just because Huashero was so powerful that he ended early with one enemy.

When the tone comes up, Longwei will never forget the cheers of the day.

His location is on the top floor of the tallest building in downtown Jinghua. The high altitude diminishes the noise of the city coming here to almost unheard, but the national cheer sounds like a direct shock, from all sides to his ears clearly. Because they all know what winning this game means. He smiled at the corner of his mouth, his orbit slowly getting wet, staring at the man on the screen who shook the world.

That's his son.

If he was there, how much he wanted to hold him at all costs, but...

“Shura! ”

“Shura! Shura!”

“Shura! Shura!...”

Huaxia Street is filled with the name "Shura”, and the cry overwhelms everything else. Looking at Shura with a slight smile on the screen, they felt a strong sense of national pride, because he defeated all by himself, and he represented the entire Huaxia nation.

Shu Luo and Jianhuang saved Hua Xia and pushed Hua Xia's international standing to another height. Perhaps starting tomorrow, their image will appear in Hua Xia and even in all corners of the world, becoming the object of countless Hua Xia people's admiration and world aspirations.

(Do you want to ask the competition reward and why the woman didn't show up... guess what?)