Chapter 520: Quarterfinal Opponents

Among the top eight who have advanced to the top eight, there is only one Barbarian named Seattle, the Amazon only has Sister Sharna, the Paladin is Carlos, and the assassin profession that is good at survival has been completely wiped out.

Compared with previous years when several professions that were good at single combat, such as Barbarians and Amazons, dominated the top eight list, this time these powerful professions in single combat seemed to be quite depressed.

There are now two wizards in the profession, one is pretending to be Roja, the other is a sidekick whose name I didn’t remember much, and the one who saved face for the druid. The remaining two are among the four newly joined tribes.

The warrior, an elven archer, and finally the cheeky Muradin.

The top sixteen were originally planned to take two days to end, because the elite adventurers, even the barbarians known as the kings of melee combat, what they are best at is not attack skills, but how to be better in battle.

To protect themselves, two elite adventurers with similar strength often have to fight for a long time to determine the winner.

In the past, the top 16 always took two days, or even one day's delay, to end. Only this time was the most special. Six super strong players appeared at once, making each game take much longer.

Shorten it and finish it in just one day.

However, Akara seemed to have expected it. After the end, she calmly announced that the top eight games would begin tomorrow. From her calm and calm expression, I was even more sure that the alliance must have done something to the draw of the top 16.

At the end of the first day of competition, the adventurers smacked their lips and left, with expressions of joy but some regret on their faces. This year's contestants are undoubtedly the highest quality in history. Although the competition is short, it always makes people happy.

They were shocked. It would be great if they could compete for one more day.

On the way home, we met Muradin, but this guy was not very interested. He passed by us with a dejected look, his head lowered. His already short stature looked even smaller, and he didn’t respond to calls.

I'm a little curious as to what happened that could make this old man, who remained calm despite the ridicule of nearly 100,000 adventurers, look so depressed.

The next day, the top eight competition went on as scheduled amidst the roaring cheers of the adventurers, but what made me speechless was that we had to draw lots again to determine the competition.

"I said, isn't it the winner of No. 1 and No. 2 in the top 16 versus the winner of No. 3 and No. 4?"

I quietly asked the old drunkard next to me. Fortunately, I had made a small calculation all night last night. If this was the case, I would face the elf archer, and Muradin, the poor old man, would face Carlos.

, the opponent of the mage Roja was the bloodthirsty demon Seatik, and Sharna fought against the last mage in the role. What a harmonious match, I was very happy for this all night.

"Who told you they were sorted like this?" The old drunkard looked at me in surprise.

"..." I can't say it's the rules of the original world.

"It's here, so you can smoke it first." Seeing that I was silent, the old drunkard handed the big box to me and said.

"You guys won't be up to something again this time." I put my hand into the box, stirred it a few times, and made a rumbling sound. I looked at the old drunkard with doubtful eyes.

"Don't worry, in the quarterfinals, no matter how you six arrange it, there will be at least two teams colliding with each other. There is no point in making small moves. Let's live in peace this time."

Feeling that the old drunkard's expression didn't look like he was lying, Fu Zhi's heart moved slightly, he grabbed a lottery ticket in his hand, looked at the number, and was stunned to see that it was number 3 again.

Why is it No. 3 again? It’s rare because I am Rogge’s third stingy one?

I looked at the lottery in a dull manner, speechless, and my body was suddenly pushed away by a huge force.

"You bastard, you actually robbed me of my first place?" Muradin winked and glared at me, as if I had robbed him of something good.

This guy's monkey mentality is still so strong. I shrugged my shoulders and stepped aside helplessly. I watched him muttering something unwillingly, his beard trembling, and he stretched his stubby arms inside, laboriously.

Take out a lottery ticket.

This time, his face turned bitter. When he was in the top 16, he drew the number eight, which is a lucky number anyway. The current number is also related to the number eight. It is half of the number eight, but the meaning of the number four is different.

The world is turned upside down.

"I drew number four, and it's all because of you."

Muradin vented his anger on me. Why didn't I see that the dwarves were so superstitious?

"If you want to take revenge, you will have a chance later. It depends on whether you have the ability." I waved the No. 3 pick in my hand in front of his eyes.

I don’t know if it’s luck or misfortune that I met this old man. I’m lucky. There are obviously two weaker players among the top eight. If it weren’t for the re-drawing rules, I would have taken advantage of it. I’d say it’s unfortunate. For

For a person like me, who has the aura of tragedy and the title of Emperor of Human Character, it is a great blessing that I have not met Seike or Roya.

The battle list for the top eight came out soon. Carlos and Seattle, the two bastards, had a little better luck and met the wizard and the elf archer respectively.

However, Seattle Lake seems to be dissatisfied with this result. Looking at the five of us, the fighting spirit in our eyes is as hot as burning oil. If possible, if we can exchange tickets with him, everyone will be happy.

What shocked me the most was that the last group turned out to be Sister Sharna, fighting against the imposter mage Roja.

When the results came out, a strong fighting spirit emerged from Sister Sharna. Even Carlos and Seatik on one side couldn't help but look at this momentum. She looked at Roja with a look like

The cheetah locks its prey, revealing the green silence of killing.

Roja, who was being watched closely by Sister Sharna, had always looked lifeless from the moment she met him. The moment the result came out, he couldn't help but feel a surge of strong emotions. Although

It's just a quick start, but it can't be hidden from everyone's eyes.

Even Carlos, one of the three giants of the Fallen Alliance, has never seen Roya show such emotion in decades... No, rather, Carlos has never seen Roya show any emotion in these decades.

fluctuation.

Roja, is your target this female Amazon? Looking at Roja, and then at Sharna, Carlos thought in his mind, he could feel a huge will from Roja, destroying everything in front of him in order to achieve his goal.

All the faith, this persistence is not even inferior to myself.

Now, Roja seemed to have reached the target, but what about himself? Carlos gently covered his chest, touched the inconspicuous stone inside through his clothes, and held it tightly.

I must win!

"Old drunkard, did you make something wrong? Otherwise, try smoking again." I looked at Roja and then at Sister Sharna, feeling huge worry in my heart.

"No, I'm not mistaken, this is their life."

I glanced at the old drunkard in surprise. Her words seemed much older, with a deep sense of helplessness, and her expression revealed inexplicable weariness. She glanced at the two people and then ignored anyone.

, carrying an empty box in one hand, grabbing a wine bottle with the other and drinking it in big gulps, his hunched figure gradually disappeared into the crowd.

I didn't know what to feel in my heart, and Muradin's provocation became boring. I silently returned to the special seat and hugged the little ghost who came to me.

"Don't worry, Lady Sharna will be fine." The considerate Vilas could see at a glance why I was worried, and gently rubbed my shoulders and said softly.

"That's right. How could my sister lose to someone else?"

Looking at Willas's dreamy and gentle smile, my mood gradually improved, I mustered up my energy, and said loudly as if to convince myself.

The realms of pseudo-realm and non-pseudo-realm are completely different concepts, but at this time, I can only believe in Sister Sharna, believing that she can definitely break through difficulties and create miracles.

"However, your opponent this time is Grandpa Muradin, so it will not be easy."

"No problem. As long as you are careful and don't let the old man's hammer hit you, winning this game won't be a problem."

I took Willas' little hand and kissed her sweet little face. The shy little maid's face immediately turned red. Hehe, bullying Willas really felt like a sense of accomplishment.

Sister Sharna's topic was unknowingly brought up by Vera Ribbon. We were discussing Muradin's battle, and while looking towards the dwarves, good guy, Muradin, the old man, was sitting on a chair with his big feet spread out.

, there were aggressive dwarves on the side who rubbed his shoulders, kneaded his feet, served him tea and water, and handed him towels, serving him like an emperor.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a scene you can only see in a boxing match, right? It seems that the dwarves are determined to make Muradin give our alliance a good look.

On the other side, the first match between Carlos and the unknown wizard also officially started. From a distance, I looked at Muradin and stood up in unison, walking towards the ring.

Although the wizard is also very powerful, his opponent is Carlos, a speed demon. Unless he uses teleportation to fill the screen, the wizard will not be able to sustain it for long.

Soon it will be my match with Muradin.

I turned back and glanced at Vilas and the others. They were looking at me with smiles on their faces, their beautiful eyes full of confidence in me.

These lovely wives are my motivation for fighting till now.

Sure enough, the game was over before Muradin and I even walked to the ring. As the angel referee announced the verdict loudly, I, Muradin, who was fully armed and carrying a big hammer on his back, were amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the audience.

, slowly walked into the ring.

Everyone knows that this is the first heavyweight confrontation between the super strong and the super strong since the start of the Harrogas knockout tournament.

"I thought you had to jump so many times before you could jump onto the ring."

Standing face to face with Muradin, I laughed at each other while putting on equipment one by one. Wearing equipment that was bland and lackluster would always disappoint adventurers.

Of course they know that my equipment cannot be a blank slate, but it uses hidden magic to hide the light. Alliance adventurers are usually more showy. Unless it is dark gold equipment, they rarely use hidden magic.

Of course they understand Lu Bai's reasoning, but a few pieces of golden equipment are not worth risking the risk of being hunted down by the entire alliance for a handful of adventurers with evil intentions.

Besides, it is not easy to steal the adventurer's equipment. Unless it is a one-hit kill, if the person being robbed finds that there is no hope of escape, he will take off the equipment and throw it into the inventory, and the robbers will die.

I can only return empty-handed.

For a time, tens of thousands of adventurers made a fuss about my coquettish behavior, and I was puzzled. It seemed that the light was exposed and made it shine like a light bulb. This kind of behavior is called a coquettish behavior.

Do you understand low-key? As expected, everyone agrees, even white can be called black.

"Are you two ready?" For the first time, the angel referee's face became more cautious.

"No problem." Muradin and I responded in unison.

"Then, I announce that the match between level 39 druid Wu Fan and level 61 dwarf giant warrior Muradin has officially begun!!"

After saying that, he screamed again and turned into white light and flew into the sky. Every time I see this scene, I don't know why, but I feel it's a bit comical.

With a big move, Xiaoxue's five ghost wolves were summoned, and then came the Oak Sage. Muradin's attack was extremely high, and his defense was also extremely high. He would not use the Oak Sage who was fused with the heart of a wolverine, and could increase his life limit and damage at the same time.

If it is done, Xiaoer and his four mutated ghost wolves may not be able to withstand many attacks from Muradin's giant hammer, and the attacks may not cause much damage to Muradin.

And in the special seats, Hadamas, who had been staring closely at the ring since the beginning of the game, slapped his head and sighed with infinite frustration: "Damn, this guy also has the Oak Wise Man, why do I think so?

At that time, he didn't even show Xiaoxue's full strength."
To be continued...