"But then again, if that's the case, then it doesn't matter whether I win or not, right?" "Eh? Why?" Garuda didn't quite understand the logic. "Because... you see, first of all, Yingfeng himself is a person with no ambition or desire. Even if I am a traitor, I will not be able to help you. I don't know how to say that I am a traitor. I don't know how to say that I am a traitor. I don't know how to say that I am a traitor. I don't know how to say that I am a traitor. I don't know how to say that I am a traitor. I don't know how to say that I am a traitor. I don't know how to say that I am a traitor. I don't know how to say that I am a traitor. "..." "..." I don’t know why, but the atmosphere in the lounge, which was a little tense because of the finals just around the corner, actually relaxed after Wu Yi’s analysis. To give an example, it's like having 20 million points in Gaoyu High School. As long as you don't break the law or get expelled in the coming days, you will definitely graduate from Class A in the end. "Well, we can't just open it completely, though." Wu Yi waved his hand and said.
"After all, old men with that kind of personality are usually a bit inexplicably persistent, just like those teachers in school who said 'I just want to see your attitude'. If he really starts to act, he might become rebellious and nominate someone else to be the president..." Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta. Somehow, Wu Lei'an, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, began to shake his legs inexplicably, and the metal pieces on his trouser legs scraped against the ground, making a crisp sound. Wu Yi glanced up at him. "Why are you shaking your legs?" "I want you to take care of..." After hearing this, Wu Lei'an not only did not stop shaking his legs, he also started to make clicking sounds with his mouth, and he looked extremely irritated. Garuda, who was sitting on Wu Yi's back, let out an "oh" and clapped his little hands downwards. "Ah, I understand. Brother, you just gave an example of going to school. If I remember correctly, when Lei An was in school..." "Oh~" Wu Yi made a meaningful sound of understanding. "Hmm~" Garuda also imitated him and drew out the tone. "Oh shit!" The brother and sister sang the same tune, and Wu Lei'an became even more angry. At this time, Wu Yasha, who had been silent, narrowed his eyes and pointed at his chin with his index finger. "Speaking of which, the second round of the semi-finals outside should have been going on for a while now. I wonder if it will end soon?" "Huh? So fast?" Yukinoshita Haruno was stunned. She had just been sending a message to Shaoxiang, asking if the interval between the semi-finals and the finals could be a little longer to give Wu Yi more time to rest. "Let's turn on the TV and take a look~" Wu Yi suggested, nodding towards the TV mounted on the wall. "Well, that's true."
Because there was no remote control, Wu Yasha went under the TV and manually turned on the switch underneath. The next second, the TV power light flickered, and the system automatically switched to the island's closed-circuit television following the only channel with a signal. The screen lit up, and the camera was facing the center of the arena where the fighting atmosphere was in full swing. "Oh~" Wu Yi said a little surprised. In the picture, there are two blood-soaked figures standing on the field. One of them still maintained a steady cat-like stance, but the ten fingers of his hands placed in front of him were already red and swollen, with dark red blood flowing down between his fingers. It was unknown how many magic spears were broken. The other figure looked even more miserable. The wrist of his dominant right hand was completely broken, and the swollen bump was almost as big as an ordinary person's shoulder. If you just look at his disheveled appearance, no one would have thought that it was the emperor who was once invincible in the Kengan tournament and had never lost a single battle in hundreds of battles - [The Fang of the Destroyer] Gana. His body had already reached its limit, and the broken wrist directly destroyed his fighting ability. But Gana still waved his left fist and stumbled forward towards the enemy whom he knew he could not defeat, while barely raising his right arm to protect the vital part of his jaw, almost as if it were a waste. However, an unexpected ape-arm oblique elbow strike penetrated his inside line in an extremely risky way, hitting his head with a critical strike, and the shock force directly reached his jaw and brain. "ended." Wu Yi said as he looked at Gana who was swaying and dazed on the screen. As soon as the voice fell, I saw that the huge stiff body of Ghana was hit, and the group of insects finally came to the rescue. However, this was not the end. Even though he was knocked back, Ghana still had a trace of consciousness and insisted on throwing one last Russian swing punch. But the next moment, a high sweep kick came in front of him! This is followed by four left upright punches! The jaw was hit continuously, and the severely injured body was hit by the powerful attack of the special move. Amidst the roar like an explosion, Gana's huge body finally fell down slowly. The winner of the second round of the semi-finals is——【Magic Spear】拘牙� Volume 627: Chapter The Finals Begins More than ten minutes have passed since the end of the semi-final. In the lounge, Wu Yi, who had just finished the acupuncture treatment, stood up from the yoga mat and put on his training clothes for the battle. On the other side, Garuda carefully sprayed alcohol on all the used silver needles, wiped them clean, and put them back into the wooden box. Wu Yi stretched his arms with a relaxed look, "Alright, the Fang of the Destroyer has also called GG, it's my turn next." "Can you win?" Wu Lei'an sneered, and also supported the floor with one hand, stood up from his cross-legged sitting position and moved closer. "Hey, if you think you can't win, I can take your place, how about that?"
"Not much, don't even think about it." Wu Yi decisively made an international friendly gesture in return. He turned his head and looked at the TV screen in the lounge, which was showing the image of an empty stadium. "Well, if you say it's the heyday of the hero, then it's not that bad. I can't believe it. I can't believe it. I can't believe it!" "Haha~" Wu Lei'an hugged his arms and leaned back with a sarcastic expression on his face, as if to say "Why don't I believe it?" But at this moment, Wu Yi's expression suddenly changed and he said solemnly. "By the way, Lei'an." "what?" "Do you remember the details of the first time I beat you?" "Huh? Are you crazy? How could I possibly do something like that..." Wu Lei'an habitually wanted to refute, his mouth was faster than his brain, but he seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped talking halfway. Then his expression gradually became strange, which could be described as - disgust mixed with a hint of excitement. "Wait, you're not going to..." “No poking!” Wu Yi, with a sunny and cheerful face, changed his raised middle finger to a thumbs-up. Then Wu Lei'an's expression became even stranger. “…Will it work?” "I don't know, let's give it a try anyway~" After saying the last sentence, ignoring the still confused expressions of the others present, Wu Yi stretched lazily, turned around and walked out of the lounge door. "Okay, let's go, it's the last game." "..." She did not move immediately. Instead, Garuda turned her head and looked directly at Wu Lei'an. She covered her mouth with one hand and lowered her voice. "Hey, Lei'an, brother never told me how he beat you the first time. What happened in between?" "Get lost! It's nothing! It's just a normal fight!" Wu Lei'an tried to remain tough, but his subconscious smacking of his lips and the vomiting-like sound coming from deep in his throat said it all. It looks like this final will be quite exciting. In every sense.
…… A few minutes later, as the break between the semi-finals and the finals drew to a close, Wu Yi also arrived at the entrance for the fighters. Accompanying them were Yukinoshita Haruno, Kushida Kikyo and others, and of course Garuda was also there. "Come on, brother. That uncle with the pine cone head is not in full condition anymore. Beat him! Win the championship fairly!" The girl with the Jifa hairstyle waved her little fists vigorously to cheer him up. "Ah, of course." Wu Yi also smiled. Although I had said in the lounge before that I could take the chairmanship regardless of winning or losing, now that the final battle has really come, I really want to defeat my opponent with my strength and win the championship. "Then, I'll go over." There was no majestic and lengthy entrance speech. Wu Yi simply uttered a sentence and stepped into the arena. At the same time, the magic gun from the opposite entrance also entered. Although the ten fingers of his broken hands were still red and swollen, his steady steps, calm expression and master-like aura were enough to make anyone present sigh from the bottom of their hearts. ——This uncle is definitely not a dirty old man with average strength! This was the final of the Kengan Fatal Elimination Tournament, which was held again after a lapse of half a century. Not to mention participating in the tournament, even just watching it live in the audience was a great honor. The referee in charge of deciding the outcome of the final had already arrived at the center of the arena and was waiting. His posture, as straight as a javelin, seemed to have lasted for an hour. Wu Yi and his men were in a hurry to judge the outcome of the final. Then they all stopped at the same time. "What a pity, Master Heimu." Wu Yi was the first to break the silence. "Regret? What do you mean?" "It's a pity that we have to fight in such a situation." Wu Yi explained, "In fact, except for the injury on my shoulder, I have almost no injuries on my body, and the ten fingers of your hands, Master Hei Mu, are broken and swollen. In addition, I just fought with the Fang of the Destroyer Hall not long ago. Under such circumstances, even if I win you, I will feel guilty that I won unfairly." “No need to feel guilty.” 拘壬舻统负� "Even if the magic spear was broken, it was the result of my poor training. Moreover, you and I both made it to the finals based on our own strength. Even if one of us really lost the game due to serious injuries, it was just luck. No matter who wins or loses this game, I will not have any complaints." "Well, that's true." Wu Yi smiled, "After all, they say luck is also a part of strength. If that's the case, I will also use all my strength to fight with you, Master Heimu!" "I can't ask for it." The person who arrested him was arrested and the police were arrested. The police were arrested and the police were arrested. In the audience far away, Wu Lei'an, who understood the conversation between the two people on the field by interpreting lip reading, made a very unhappy sound, and his tone seemed to imply that the past was too hard to recall. But he immediately raised the corners of his mouth, grinned excitedly, and tapped the back of the chair behind him with his elbows. "Okay, that pine cone head guy has been tricked." "Middle set? What set?" Wu Lianyi, who was sitting next to him, was also silently analyzing the lip movements of the two people on the field, but he couldn't find any problems at all. It felt like it was just a normal pre-war conversation.
"Well, you will find out soon." Wu Lei'an smiled even more evilly, "Listen carefully, from now until the end of the game, don't believe anything that Wu Yi says." "……what?" Without paying attention to whether a dog in the audience was slandering him, Wu Yi stretched his body and finally slowly pulled away. "We have said everything that needs to be said, so we are almost there..." "It's time to start." The of the shrimp cricket cut the dust, the 僦 Jie hurriedly the ship 僦 stagnation cracks the epitome account value 臺 ... "Strange Arm Style——【Magic Spear】 is really powerful!