"Fuck! Give me back!"

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In a game, some people are happy and some are sad.

Those who bet on the right number are naturally happy, while those who didn't are cursing and regretting their decision.

But the result is set, and no one can change it.

The situation on the ring is changing rapidly. The person who is sure to win in the last second may lose directly in the next second.

And this is the charm of the game.

Amid applause, Xu Yang returned to his seat, although he was exhausted and out of breath.

But his performance has also made him famous.

If he can continue to work hard, win a few games in a row, and finally make it to Group A, then it will be a real blockbuster!

After Xu Yang's game, a new round began soon.

The contestants drawn by the referee this time were No. 5 and No. 19.

Contestant No. 5 was a bald monk wearing a torn cassock, a headband, a rosary around his neck, and a sword in his hand.

Unlike ordinary monks, this kind of people are called ascetics.

Ascetics are a special kind of people who madly temper their spirit and body and advocate asceticism.

This kind of people is very rare, but extremely powerful.

They can endure pain that ordinary people cannot endure, and can suffer suffering that ordinary people cannot endure.

Even if they endure all kinds of torture, even if the butcher's knife is hanging around their necks, they can still be calm and calm.

This terrifying willpower has exceeded the scope of ordinary people and has reached an awe-inspiring level.

It's just that ascetics have never been interested in fame and fortune, and only practice asceticism for the purpose. I didn't expect that they would appear on the ring today.

Such an abnormal phenomenon made everyone whisper. JrNovels.com