Douluo: Start Invincible From Capturing the Goddess

"What do you think of the opponents you need to face in the final?"

Tang San raised his eyebrows, and asked again.

"right!"

The host nodded.

Tang San smiled, shaking his head slowly.

Holding a soul-guided megaphone in hand, facing more than 100,000 spectators,

"There's nothing to see."

"It's just a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, you can break them with just raising your hand."

"Wow!"

There was another commotion in the audience. There was no match yet, and the smell of gunpowder was so strong, which greatly increased their interest.

The audience always watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. Tang San's arrogant and contemptuous remarks undoubtedly hit their attention.

The host smiled and said: "I understand, player Tang San must be contemptuous in mentality and important in tactics."

"Do not!"

Tang San interrupted his words.

He stared at the audience, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"That's what I've been meaning to say."

"In this competition, there is no one who can fight. It's boring. It's too boring."

"Boom!!"

The audience exploded again, all staring at the stage. Tang San's remarks undoubtedly added infinite fun to this competition.

In the rest area of ​​the contestants, the members of each team all stood up and glared at Tang San.

Because Tang San's words just now directly mocked all of them.

"Tang San, what do you mean!" Feng Xiaotian asked Tang San at the position of Shenfeng Academy with gauze wrapped around his face.

"What do I mean?"

Tang San smiled, "What I want to say is that everyone here is rubbish."

In an instant, all the team members were excited, and the audience fell into an uproar.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!"

"Since ancient times, which young man has the confidence to ridicule the world's talents, this kid is incredible."

"Ma De, what is a young man? This is a young man. Can you be called a young man without passion?"

"If he can win the championship today, with his domineering arrogance that despises all the heroes in the world, the future can be expected."

The host answered from the side: "Your opponent, Luo Yu, also pushed his opponent all the way to the final before."

"I don't know what you think of the duel with him?"

Tang San turned his head and looked at him.

The host who watched felt hairy.

Tang San smiled disdainfully, didn't speak, just raised his hand, gave a thumbs up, and turned around again.

"Cough cough."

The host laughed dryly: "It can be seen that player Tang San is very confident in his own strength, and he is determined to win the championship this time."

Tang San remained silent, standing there.

The host returned to the center of the ring and stretched his hand to the other side.

"Next, I invite Team Tianshui to take the stage."

"Knock, click!"

The sound of the wheelchair sliding sounded.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Um?"

A voice of doubt sounded, attracting the attention of all tens of thousands of viewers.

"Shua, Shua, Shua!"

All eyes were on the stage where Team Tianshui took the stage.

All the glamorous girls from Tianshui College stood under the stage one by one, motionless, watching a figure come onto the stage.

Luo Yu slid the wheelchair to the stage by himself.

There is no gorgeous jump, nor any show off, just simply sliding the wheelchair onto the stage with your hands.

The audience is a little confused, what does this mean?

Send someone up to surrender?

No way.

The host was also a little confused, and didn't understand what Team Tianshui was doing.

"Player Luo Yu, what does your team mean by this?"

Luo Yu seemed a little sleepy, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Means nothing."

"That is, in this competition, I will play alone."

"Playing alone?" The host was stunned.

There were also noisy discussions among the audience.

"Fuck, what does that mean?"

"Are you going to fight seven of them alone?"

"Who can tell me if I'm dreaming, a cripple is about to hit seven?? I'm not mistaken!"

"I understand. It's clear that I feel that I can't beat the opponent, and then send someone to the stage. Even if I lose, I can have an excuse."

"It is so, it must be so."

"Why don't you expect a handicapped cripple to hit seven? Fuck, don't be kidding me."

"Wouldn't you be beaten to death within three seconds?"

The audience didn't think Luo Yu was crazy, but no one believed that he could win. After all, Tang San on the opposite side was not a vegetarian.

A consensus was basically reached, Team Tianshui knew they were invincible, and in order to save face, they sent Luo Yu to the stage alone.

Don't lose face if you lose.

"Cough cough."

The host took a deep breath.

"Contestant Luo Yu, this is the final of the Continental Senior Soul Master Competition, it's not a joke, are you sure you're not joking?"

Luo Yu yawned and waved slowly.

"Needless to say, let's get started."

"I'm in a hurry."

"This……"

The host froze in place for a while, and there was no movement for a long time.

He is very confused now.

It was the first time he saw Tang San being so arrogant.

He had never heard of such a casual contestant as Luo Yu.

Others were either trembling in the finals, or they were full of fighting spirit.

This guy is so nice, he has an indifferent expression on his face, as if he is walking slowly, as if he came up to go shopping.

The host really wanted to reprimand, brother, can you serve some snacks?

This is the finals!

Whoever wins will be famous! !

The host turned his gaze to the outside, and the girls of Team Tianshui stood obediently below.

Like an obedient little daughter-in-law, she has no intention of going on stage at all.

He swallowed, and reiterated to Luo Yu: "Player Luo Yu, are you sure you are going to fight against the other seven alone?"

"Is there any problem?" Luo Yu raised his eyebrows.

"It's okay, it's okay, but there are seven people on the opposite side, your legs..."

The host hesitated.

To be honest, compared to the extremely arrogant Tang San, he was more inclined to support the quiet and low-key Luo Yu.

Luo Yu stretched his waist, and said calmly as if chatting with family: "The gap caused by the difference in strength can never be bridged by numbers."

"hiss--"

The host was shocked.

For some reason, he felt his scalp go numb for a moment.

He didn't feel any aura from Luo Yu, and Luo Yu's tone was not domineering, but it just gave him a different feeling.

This feeling is indescribable.

"I don't know how player Luo Yu thinks about Tang San, whom you have to fight this time?"

Luo Yu glanced at the seven people on the opposite side.

"I hope they can keep their bright smiles forever."

"I hope this game will not leave a shadow on their lives that they will never forget."

Luo Yu's words sparked heated discussions again.

"Fuck, the frame is full in an instant, how can this guy have the confidence to say such a thing?"

"One hit seven is still so confident?"

"Stop talking, I'm so curious about the outcome of today's game."

"Come on, it's up to you to see, seven fight against one, and even a fool knows who will win."

"Good guy, these two in the ring are better at acting than the other."

Seeing the commotion in the auditorium outside the venue, the host felt that the enthusiasm of the audience had been aroused.

Immediately backed away far away.

The field was left to two teams.

No, it should not be said to be two.

Instead, one person single-handedly confronts an elite team of seven...