"Stop talking nonsense! Let's see who's better on the ring!"

Yao Tong was too lazy to say more, and after a snort, he walked off the ring indifferently.

Black Kong grinned, looking like he was looking at prey.

"Next one." Zhang Qizheng spoke again.

As long as he didn't break the rules and didn't cause trouble, let alone say a few harsh words, even if he cursed and spitted at each other, he didn't bother to care.

Soon, one after another, the contestants began to draw lots.

Some people were flamboyant, some were low-key, some made their numbers public after drawing lots, and some deliberately hid them for fear of being discovered.

After all, if you know the opponent's information in advance, you can better guard against and target them.

Vice versa.

So if you are smart, you will not show your number immediately after you draw it.

Unless you are absolutely confident in your own strength and are not afraid of any tricks.

For example, Hong Juding and Han Feiyang are at the top of the Heavenly Ranking.

For them, as long as they don't meet in advance, entering the top eight is a foregone conclusion.

Lu Chen drew the number "8" and started the eighth game.

This number is stuck in the middle, neither up nor down, with neither advantages nor disadvantages.

Of course, he doesn't care about these.

According to the rules of the final battle, his opponent is number 25.

If I remember correctly, it should be that person.

Lu Chen seemed to think of something, and his eyes followed the trend to look at Bill Wolf.

Bill Wolf was playing with the glass ball in his hand, and the number "25" was engraved on the metal piece in the center of the glass ball.

"Interesting."

Lu Chen curled his lips. JrNovels.com