The man in the golden robe walked away with the rest of the mercenaries facing each other.

The golden robe man who just admitted to losing is already a moderate S-level mercenary, close to being discharged into the middle stream within the S-level mercenary of the Academy of Erythema.

At the Academy of Red Flame, S-level mercenaries have uneven levels of strength, such as Meng Tianzhu, and if they encounter the top S-level mercenaries, they are instantly killed.

This martial arts rally was attended only by ordinary S-level mercenaries, while almost none of the slightly higher S-level mercenaries arrived and the vast majority were on assignment outside.

“Forget it, the strength of that brother just now belongs to the highest among us, even he surrendered... I won't fight anymore.” One of the S-level mercenaries looked at the referee: "I lost. ”

“I also admit to losing...”

Seeing the rest of the S-class mercenaries all confess to surrender, the five biggest, most coarse mercenaries face each other, so they all vote? How do you know you're going to lose if you haven't already?

Besides, even if that woman is strong, they have so many S-class mercenaries, if they fight hard, they won't necessarily win.

“You, how to say, are fighting or voting. ”

Soon, the referee turned to the only strong man left in the top ten seats.

Hearing this, the five big, rough mercenaries were slightly stunned.

“A joke.” The strong man stared at the referee and laughed coldly: “Of course it was war. ”

“Then hurry up.” The referee said.

As the referee's voice dropped, the strong man suddenly pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Hey... what's going on... it's me, oh... what! Okay, I'll be right there!” When the strong man hung up the phone, his face looked anxious: “No... my friend had a car accident and was anxiously waiting for a blood transfusion... my blood type fits perfectly, I have to save my friend...”

Hearing the strong man say this, there is no sound in the whole scene.

referee: "…”

Ye Qiang: “…”

Everyone: “…"

The strong man glanced at Ye Qiang and said coldly: “You're lucky... this sister-in-law, if it wasn't for my friend's car accident today, he was bleeding... Hmm, you know. ”

Ye Qiang: “...” You fucking turned the phone upside down...

Immediately, the referee announced that: "In this Wudao Che Chat, Ye Zhao won first, broke the latest record, won 37 consecutive games, failed none, won the record Mercenary Honor Points of 5,000, compared to the first Honor Points of 10,000, a total of 15,000 Mercenary Honor Points! ”

With the announcement of the referee, there will be a loud noise on the field.

“Record breaking?! Shit... I don't know, Ye Zheng won 37 games in a row, none of them lost, cow..."

“In that year, Nie was worried free, and there seemed to be only 23 total victories, creating the record of the first martial arts consultation conference...”

“However, that martial arts competition was too high quality. In addition to the top S-level mercenaries, SS level mercenaries participated...”

“Nie is really good, but so what? In the end, she was not photographed on the beach by her sister Nie Linglong. ”

“Nie Linglong's master Miyagi, Nie Linglong's master, was Elder Lei He. When Miyagi taught Nie Linglong how prestigious it was, he created too many records of the Red Mercenary Academy, but unfortunately, the rest was broken by Nie Linglong. ”

“Nice, Nie is better than Nie Linglong, there should still be a small gap. ”