At this time when everyone was paying attention.
Lu Yan walked slowly to the center of the stage with a gentle smile.
"Is this guy going to be the first to challenge on stage?"
"Just right, let's test their strength."
Someone had such thoughts.
"Wait! Was this guy in the same group with He Ziang just now?"
"So, he eliminated He Ziang! No way!"
Lu Yan ignored their whispers.
He stood in the center of the stage and looked around first.
The entire stadium, more than 50,000 demigods, looked at this refreshing boy standing in the center.
They kept shouting, even though the battle had not yet begun.
Just based on Lu Yan's appearance, it is worth cheering!
Lu Yan smiled slightly, and he smiled and nodded to every student in the winner group from left to right.
Then he slowly spoke.
"I have watched everyone's performance just now. As the host said, you are all the pride of heaven, one in a thousand..."
Lu Yan's voice was as gentle as jade, very peaceful, and his speech speed was not fast, which made people feel just right.
So, what does Lu Yan mean by this?
First flatter your opponent, and then when the battle begins, give him some face?
Don't be too harsh.
Finally, this gentle boy stood in the center of the stage, with his hands behind his back, slightly turned sideways, smiled, and said such words.
"But everyone, compared with me, it's just so-so."
Huh?
Ah?
Most people in the entire stadium didn't react.
There was even a pause for a moment before a powerful wave of voices broke out.
"Wow! This little brother is too crazy! Love it, love it!"
The demigods in the stands cheered crazily.
When did such a formal league see such a scene?
This little brother is interesting!
On the stage, most of the students were so angry that their faces turned red.
But at this moment, Bai Jun stood up.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Bai Jun, the strongest freshman of the eighth middle school. He
was once as famous as He Ziang.
"Classmate, maybe I'm not as good as you, but how can I know if I can do it without a real match?" Bai Jun's face was full of fighting spirit.
Wait!
Suddenly, a student tasted the meaning of Bai Jun's words.
Is Bai Jun admitting that he is not as good as Lu Yan?
What's going on?
The strongest freshman from No. 1 Middle School and No. 8 Middle School, one was eliminated, and the other admitted that he could not beat Lu Yan.
Is this civilian student from No. 11 Middle School so evil?
Lu Yan smiled and said, "You can come together."
At the end, Lu Yan remembered something and quickly turned to Zhong Li and whispered, "I didn't say you."
Zhong Li just glanced at him and didn't want to talk.
"Is it okay?" Lu Yan asked the referee this question.
"The rules don't say no."
If there is no rule that it is not okay, then it is okay.
"But you have to get the consent of the contestants. If they agree, I have no objection." This is the first time the referee has encountered such a thing.
"I have no objection!"
"I have no objection!"
"Don't say it, we all agree!"
"This... this... is not good..." Bai Jun was still thinking about saying something, but was quickly covered by his friend's mouth.
Lu Yan can beat He Ziang. If they compete with Lu Yan one-on-one, they will definitely not win, but if a group of people can't win, then there is nothing to say.
Lu Yan looked at him with a smile.
Seeing the previous prompt, he thought of the rewards he would get by defeating one person at a time and slowly winning the first place. How could he be as shocked and rewarded as if he challenged a group of people at once?
So, he decisively angered them at the beginning and let them beat him up. So
, after the news was announced, several vice principals were a little stunned.
The principals of the second echelon, such as No. 2 Middle School and No. 4 Middle School, did not react much.
Anyway, their students had been eliminated in the elimination round. On
the contrary, the two vice principals of No. 1 Middle School and No. 8 Middle School shook their heads helplessly.
"These rascals are really worrying! It's their duty to win, but if they lose by accident, it will be embarrassing."
"Old Tang! Is this little classmate named Lu Yan a secret weapon hidden in your school, and is he here to shock us old men?" The vice principal of No. 1 Middle School joked.
Tang Zhiyuan shook his head, and he was also a little confused.
According to the information given by Liu Zaiyuan, Lu Yan should only have two hundred first-level spellcasters, even after four days, which is four years in the God's Domain.
At most, we can deploy some melee races and buy some weapons and equipment.
With such combat power, if we operate well, we may be able to enter the knockout round.
But if we want to fight twenty people, we are dreaming.
"Haha, since Old Tang is silent, let's wait and see!"
Because, at this time, on the stage, except for Zhongli, everyone was lying in the virtual projection cabin.
Fight!
Officially started!
Sixteen huge screens appeared above the stadium, ensuring that every position can be seen.
This is a simulated plane war.
The sky is dim, and the moon and stars cannot be seen clearly. There are holes in the building that reveal the internal structure, and scattered bricks and tiles.
The grass spreads halfway and disappears into nothingness.
This is a projected plane wreckage.
A flash of light flashed, and all the races of people were projected here from the God's Domain!
On one side of the plane's wreckage, accompanied by flashes of light,
there were terrifying drooling trolls, bloodthirsty and furious gnolls, dirty caveman thugs, stone statues known for their simplicity and simplicity, as well as goblins, tree monsters, centaurs, and orc warriors, stretching as far as the eye can see.
The number of races exceeded 50,000!
Although most of them were second-order creatures, the strongest was only a group of 4,000 third-order centaurs.
But even a single dragon had to retreat in front of such a number.
If their number could be expanded hundreds or thousands of times, even a demigod would have a headache.
"This little brother named Lu Yan is still a little too impulsive. Such a number of races is simply not something that freshmen can defeat. Even senior students of the senior year would find it difficult to resist such a number."
When the screen pulled Lu Yan down.
The entire stadium was stunned.
"What is this!"
"Flying race? There are too many of them!"
Is this Lu Yan's confidence? ?
In the VIP seats, several vice principals pondered in their hearts.
But suddenly, they found something wrong!
"Old Zhong, I remember that your condensed divinity seems to have racial knowledge. The race of this little classmate..."
He hadn't finished speaking yet.
The vice-president, Lao Zhong, pushed up the frame of his glasses and said solemnly, "It's not any existing race in the God of Life system. It could be a race from other God systems, but I personally prefer another result..."
"Innate race?"