Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 344: The first round of the quarter-finals

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In the big box in the center of the big arena, Du Tan's body froze there, and the muscles on his face were constantly shaking. For a moment, his eyes widened, as if he understood something, and he turned his head back suddenly.

Riga and Saramun sat there quietly, looking at him perfectly.

"You...you knew..."

Du Tan's voice was trembling, he couldn't sit still, and stood up gloomily.

Saramon smiled, "It's not a long time, I just found out..."

Li Jia said with a smile, "I felt something wrong as early as the death group. There were nearly a thousand players in the young strong competition. How could it be such a coincidence that the fourth group is actually all monsters, there is only one Humans, such a combination, is also extremely rare in the history of the junior competition..."

Saramon added, "I also noticed that something went wrong, so I asked someone to check it, and I found some clues, but unfortunately there was no evidence at the beginning, but now it’s all right, the people got stolen and got..."

Salamon's face suddenly became serious, "My dear brother, what else do you have to say now..."

"I...I..."

Du Tan's body was trembling, he was speechless, his face was red and white.

Everything he arranged carefully now looks like a joke.

Saramon sighed, "Du Tan, you really disappoint me!"

Saramon called Du Tan's name directly, showing that he was indeed extremely disappointed at this time.

"I...I'm just for the orcs!"

Du Tan moved his lips, and he finally squeezed out a word.

"Of course I know you are for the orcs. If you are for yourself, do you think we will let you off so easily?" Saramon said seriously, "Your ideas are good, but your methods are too It's shameful, when does our noble orcs need to cheat to win?"

Saramon took a deep look at Du Tan, "Do you think that the honor we have achieved with this method, even if no one finds it, looks so glorious?"

Du Tan's face was hot, and he couldn't hit the ground whenever he got in.

Immediately, Saramon stood up, turned to Lijia, saluted, and said sincerely, "Everything is my fault. I didn’t control my brother and Liga. You can do whatever you want, I No complaints..."

Riga smiled, and he waved his hand, "Nothing, this little thing, I still need me? You can handle it!"

"Thank Liga!" With a trace of respect on Saramon's face, he bent down deeply and asked him to deal with it, which showed that he let Dutan go.

Saramon turned around and scolded, "Don't you want to thank Ligao?"

"Thank you Liga guys!" Du Tan lowered his head.

Lijia smiled slightly and said, “It’s too easy to get the orcs to get the top three. You only need to modify the rules and only allow the orcs to participate. But is there any point in such a small competition? At present, we orcs His talent is not as good as that of the Warcraft clan, but because of this, it encourages generations of orcs to strive for the first place and make up for the lack of talent with diligence..."

Lijia sighed and said earnestly, "Fake grades are always false. They can deceive others but not themselves!"

"Strengthen people, I was wrong!" Du Tan's face was deeply regretful.

"Go back and reflect on it!" Saramon said.

……

In the big arena, seeing the big "one" in Ron's hand, he was a little startled. Didn't Prince Dutan have arranged it? Did you change your mind again?

Somehow he didn't understand, but he quickly recovered and walked slowly to Ron.

Ron also raised his head and looked at him with a smile, calmly.

"Unexpectedly, I and you became opponents in the first game of the finals. To be honest, I was a little surprised, but I am looking forward to your performance in the next battle..." Zhu said calmly.

Ron’s face was filled with strong confidence, he smiled and said, "Me too!"

At this time, the referee's voice came from the ears of the two of them, "In the first game of the quarterfinals, the orcs will face the human Ron, you two are ready..."

Ron's heart tightened. They were the first match of the quarterfinals, and the game was about to begin after the draw.

"Wow!"

Cheers came from the audience like mountains and seas, and everyone was looking forward to Ron's battle with Zhu.

……

Riga and Saramon looked condescendingly at everything in front of them. At the moment, in the big central box, only the two of them, and even the orc maid who served on the side, retreated. Obviously they have important things to do. talk.

Saramon’s eyes were apologetic, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect my brother to do such a thing, I’m really sorry...”

Li Jia smiled and said generously, "Forget it, he is also for the orcs, he has a good mind, but the methods are not glorious..."

Saramon groaned, "We still found out that it was too late. The results of the previous qualifiers and group matches are impossible to change. Now the quarterfinals, the draw is absolutely fair and just. I can guarantee my life..."

"If you make a mistake, you will be wrong!" Lijia said helplessly, "but you have to be careful not to leak the wind..."

"I understand!"

Saramon nodded heavily, which meant that someone would fall to the ground. Of course this person was not Dutan.

Riga smiled. Since Saramon took over as the Beast King, everything has made him very satisfied.

"What do you think about the battle with Ron?" At this time, Li Jia changed the subject.

"Both of them are very strong!" Saramon groaned.

"After watching Ron's match with Medusa, I was surprised. Honestly speaking, it is difficult to win every time you want. The battle must be very cruel..."

"Of course, psychologically, I still hope to win!" Saramon added.

Lijia nodded, but did not comment on it, and said slowly, "Then let's wait and see!"

Although their expressions are very relaxed, their hearts are extremely heavy. They thought of one thing. Once they fail, it means that the orcs can't make the top five...

……

On a big bed in the lounge of the young players, Ron closed his eyes and crossed his legs, sitting there quietly, and he was about to fight soon. The opponent was the genius of the orcs, said Not nervous, it was fake, Ron tried his best to calm his heart too much, following the method Grandpa Khomelin once taught.

There is another person in the room, that is Moran, and she is sitting there, seemingly hesitant to talk.

At this moment, Ron opened his eyes and looked at her with a smile, "Miss Moran, what do you seem to say to me?"

Moran hesitated, "Du Tan sent someone to tell me..."

"What did he say?" Ron asked, frowning.

"The man didn't say it clearly, he only said one thing, if he loses, no one of the orcs will stand on the podium..." Moran whispered.

Ron laughed when he heard it. He understood what Moran meant.

"Then...what do you want me to do?"

"I" Moran's mind was entangled. One was the honor of the orc, and the other was the honor of the Thorn Flower Tribe, which made her difficult to choose. If Ron was an orc, it would be fine, but he was a human.

From Moran’s eyes, Ron understood everything. He nodded, sighed, and stood up, "I know what to do!"

"No"

Moran screamed, and she ran over, clutching Ron's arm tightly, looking at him with big beautiful eyes, with a firm look in them.

"Ron, don't be burdened, really, I...I regret telling you this..."

"Ron, you always remember one thing, no matter what the situation, you must go all out to obtain the victory that belongs to you..."

……

"Come on... Come on..."

In the first match of the quarter-finals, the wind knight will face off against the necromancer Ron. One is a young genius of the orc family, and the other is a mysterious powerhouse who practices undead magic. Their battle will be extremely fierce.

The competition has not yet started in the arena, the audience shouted with all their strength.

"Who do you say will win?"

"Nonsense, of course it is the young genius of the orcs, the wind knight chases..."

"But that Ron is also very strong!"

Audience, you and I say a word, generally speaking, the strength of the two sides is very close.

When Ron stepped into the big arena, the wind knight was already standing there, and for a while, the atmosphere in the big arena reached its peak.

Smiled one by one, "Ron, you are finally here. I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time!"

"Me too!" Ron smiled, "This battle, I will go all out..."

Eyes lit up one by one, "As I wish!"

"Did the two decide the game?" It was the orc referee who served as the referee. Ron saved his life in the battle with Medusa.

Ron and Zhujun nodded, no objection.

"Well, after hearing the instructions, the game can start!" After the orc referee said, he retreated far. You must know that being a referee in the quarter-finals is also under a lot of pressure. The strong, sometimes fierce battles also affect the referee.

"The game begins!"

The referee gave an order and the first round of the quarterfinals kicked off.

With a "swish" sound, the two retreated like lightning, and both sides showed their weapons.

Ron's hand is an orange-red legendary staff, while in his hand is a heavy staff. The top of the staff is as sharp as a knife, surrounded by dark golden light.

This is a melee scepter, in each hand, it can not only fight in close quarters, but also release magic.

"Ron, I am the physique of Mowu Shuangxiu, you have to be careful!" Holding a scepter one by one and a huge shield in the other, said arrogantly.

"It's a coincidence, I am the same..." Ron smiled, then his face sank, "I'm going to attack!"

"Come on!" said unwillingly.

Taking a deep breath slowly, Ron's bone rod sank slightly, muttering something.

"Crack...Crack...Crack..."

Countless skeletal heroes climbed up from the black ground, their eyes shot out a green faint light, and they continued to make heart-wrenching howls...

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