Douluo: Start Invincible From Capturing the Goddess

Chapter 442 The final begins! Fight Tang San! This guy wants a string of sevens? ? ? ?

"What do you think of the opponents you need to face in the final?"

Tang San raised his eyebrows, and asked again.

"right!"

The host nodded.

Tang San smiled, shaking his head slowly.

Holding a soul-guided megaphone in hand, facing more than 100,000 audiences,

"There's something to see."

"It's just a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, you can break them with just raising your hand."

"Wow!"

The audience was full of commotion again. There was no match yet, and the smell of gunpowder was so strong, which greatly increased their interest.

The audience always watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. Tang San's arrogant and contemptuous remarks undoubtedly hit their attention.

The host smiled and rounded things up: "I understand, player Tang San must be contemptuous in mentality and important in tactics."

"Do not!"

Tang San interrupted him.

He stared at the audience, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"That's what I've been meaning to say."

"In this competition, there is no one who can fight, it's boring, it's too boring."

"Boom boom!"

The audience exploded again, all staring at the stage. Tang San's remarks undoubtedly added infinite fun to this competition.

In the rest area of ??the contestants, the members of each team all stood up and glared at Tang San.

Because what Tang San said just now directly mocked all of them.

"Tang San, what do you mean!" Feng Xiaotian questioned Tang San with gauze wrapped around his face at the position of Shenfeng Academy.

"What do I mean?"

Tang San smiled, "What I want to say is that everyone here is rubbish."

In an instant, all the team members were excited, and the audience fell into an uproar.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!"

"Since ancient times, which young man has the confidence to ridicule the world's talents, this one is incredible."

"Ma De, what is a young man? This is a young man. Can you be called a young man without passion?"

"If he can win the championship today, with such domineering defiance of the world's heroes alone, the future can be expected."

The host answered from the side: "Your opponent, Luo Yu, also pushed his opponent all the way to the final before."

"I don't know what you think of the duel with him?"

Tang San turned his head and looked at him.

The host who watched felt hairy.

Tang San smiled disdainfully, didn't speak, just raised his hand, gave a thumbs up, and turned around again.

"Ahem."

The host laughed dryly: "It can be seen that player Tang San is very confident in his own strength, and he is determined to win the championship this time."

Tang San remained silent, standing there.

The host returned to the center of the ring and stretched his hand to the other side.

"Next, please invite Team Tianshui to take the stage."

"Click, click!"

The sound of the wheelchair sliding can be heard.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Um?"

A voice of doubt sounded, attracting the attention of all tens of thousands of viewers.

"Swish Swish Swish!"

All eyes were on the stage where Team Tianshui took the stage.

I saw the glamorous girls of Tianshui College standing under the stage one by one, motionless, watching a figure come onto the stage.

Luo Yu slid the wheelchair to the stage by himself.

There is no fancy jump, nor any showmanship, just simply sliding the wheelchair onto the stage by hand.

The audience is a little confused, what does this mean?

Send someone up to surrender?

No way.

The host was also a little confused, and didn't understand what the Tianshui team was doing.

"Player Luo Yu, what does this mean for your team?"

Luo Yu seemed a little sleepy, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Means nothing."

"That's right, I will play alone in this competition."

"Playing alone?" The host was stunned.

There were also noisy discussions among the audience.

"Fuck, what does this mean?"

"Are you going to fight seven of them alone?"

"Who can tell me if I'm dreaming, a **** is about to hit seven?? I'm not mistaken!"

"I understand. This is obviously because I feel that I can't beat the opponent, and then send someone to the stage. Even if I lose, I can have an excuse."

"It is so, it must be so."

"Why don't you expect a **** with limited mobility to hit seven? Fuck, don't be kidding me."

"Don't you have to be beaten to death within three seconds?"

The audience didn't think Luo Yu was crazy, but no one believed that he could win. After all, Tang San on the opposite side was not a vegetarian.

Basically reached a consensus that the Tianshui team knew they were invincible, and in order to save face, they sent Luo Yu to the stage alone.

Even if you lose, you don’t lose face.

"Ahem."

The host took a deep breath.

"Contestant Luo Yu, this is the final of the Continental Senior Soul Master Competition, it's not a joke, are you sure you're not joking?"

Luo Yu yawned and waved slowly.

"Needless to say, let's get started."

"I'm in a hurry."

"This…"

The host froze in place for a while, and there was no movement for a long time.

He is very confused now.

It was the first time he saw Tang San being so arrogant.

Luo Yu has never heard of such a casual contestant.

Others were either trembling or fighting high in the finals.

This guy is so nice, he has an indifferent expression on his face, as if he is walking slowly, as if he came up to go shopping.

The host really wanted to reprimand, brother, can you serve some dim sum?

This is the finals!

Whoever wins will be famous!

The host turned his gaze to the outside, and the girls of Team Tianshui stood obediently below.

Like an obedient little daughter-in-law, she has no intention of going on stage at all.

He swallowed, and reiterated to Luo Yu: "Player Luo Yu, are you sure you are going to fight against the other seven alone?"

"Is there any problem?" Luo Yu raised his eyebrows.

"It's okay if you don't have a problem, but there are seven people on the opposite side, your legs..."

The host hesitated.

To be honest, compared to Tang San who is extremely arrogant, he is more inclined to support Luo Yu who talks less and keeps a low profile.

Luo Yu stretched his waist, and said calmly as if chatting with family: "The gap caused by the difference in strength can never be bridged by the number of people."

"Hiss—"

The host's body shook.

For some reason, he felt his scalp go numb for a moment.

He didn't feel any aura from Luo Yu, and Luo Yu's tone was not domineering, but it just gave him a different feeling.

This feeling is indescribable.

"I don't know what player Luo Yu thinks about Tang San, whom you need to fight this time?"

Luo Yu glanced at the seven people on the opposite side.

“I hope they can keep their big smiles forever.”

"I hope this game will not leave them with a shadow of life that they will never forget."

Luo Yu's words sparked heated discussions again.

"Damn it, the grid is full in an instant, how can this guy have the confidence to say such a thing?"

"You still have the confidence to hit seven?"

"Stop talking, I'm so curious about the outcome of today's game."

"Come on, it doesn't matter, seven fight one, and the idiot knows who will win."

"Good guy, these two in the ring are better at acting than the other."

The host saw the commotion in the auditorium outside the venue, and felt that the enthusiasm of the audience had been aroused.

Suddenly retreated far away.

The field was left to two teams.

No, it should not be said to be two.

Instead, a single-handed battle against an elite team of seven...

(end of this chapter)

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