It was funny to see this kid kicking and making all kinds of moves with his eyes closed. Is this how he always participates in competitions?

Yang Lan'er carried the child and gently placed him outside the ring under the referee's confused gaze. She watched him continue to punch and kick with his eyes closed and could not help but sigh.

This one million number sounds like a lot, but if it’s a competition like this, everyone will get drunk. Why is there no minimum age limit for competitions?

Thinking about this disappointing first game, Yang Lan'er returned to the private room and saw the envious eyes of the three Yang family members.

"You are very lucky to meet such an opponent." Yang Feiyin said with emotion.

"But unusual competitions have nothing to do with luck." Yang Lan'er was speechless: "What are such young children doing here?" If they meet a vicious person, will they still be alive? "Generally speaking, the third-level warriors actually prevent such young children from participating. It should be an accident that you met this one. Maybe the genius that the family has been cultivating is ready to see the world." Yang Feiyin was deeply touched: "Meeting you is his luck..."

Yang Feiyin understood the cruelty of this kind of competition better than Yang Lan'er. Every year there were some people who took pleasure in torturing others. Sometimes they were left half-dead, which was more tragic than dying outright.

"Oh!" Yang Lan'er sighed. It is not advisable to force things to happen.

This kid doesn't even have the courage to open his eyes and fight. He should gain more experience instead of just coming to this kind of competition to be a bystander.

Fortunately, the next opponent was normal, which gave Yang Lan'er some psychological comfort.

Yang Lan'er watched two of Yang Feiyin's matches and knew that she was confident at the beginning and had the capital.

Even though she is at the peak of level six, she is able to challenge opponents of higher levels, so the loss of combat power is not bad.

However, Yang Lan'er once again understood how terrifying people with intuition were. Relying on intuition to avoid the opponent's attack? This was no longer a simple sixth sense, but a pure prototype of prediction and foresight. If there was a way to train it, it could be used as a talent skill.

No wonder Yang Feiyin said at the beginning that it is really possible to get into the top ten.

Perhaps to match this talent, Yang Feiyin’s most powerful move is not her other moves, but her steps.

As the competition progressed, there were fewer matches and fewer arenas.

In the end, four arenas were fixed for use, and chairs were placed in other places, and admission was charged for watching.

At the beginning it wasn't much, just two copper coins, but the population base was large. Yang Lan'er initially estimated that it could accommodate no less than 100,000 people.

Moreover, as the competition progresses, the ticket prices will increase day by day.

In this regard, Yang Lan'er couldn't help but sigh that this event has been held for who knows how many years, and they have already gained experience, and their commercialization methods are also very sophisticated.

In the last match before the top fifty, Yang Lan'er met a big guy, a pure muscular man, who was more ferocious than the fitness coaches in modern society.

"Little girl, you'd better admit defeat. You're blind when it comes to fighting." The big guy said immediately when he saw Yang Lan'er.

Although he looks ferocious, he speaks in a very naive way.

However, Yang Lan'er was speechless. Before taking action, could you please stop talking so much nonsense? She was really not used to this.

Although she was reminded, Yang Lan'er still had no good feelings towards this man. Don't think that this means she can't see the teasing and shrewdness in his eyes. Who says that strong limbs mean simple minds? This doesn't apply to the big guy in front of her.

Not wanting to waste time, Yang Lan'er waited silently for the referee to announce the start of the game, then slowly walked up to the big guy.

From a distance, Yang Lan'er looked like a child who had not grown up.

Some viewers were still feeling sorry for Yang Lan'er. She was just one step away from entering the top 50, but she met such an opponent.

However, before the audience had finished their pity, they were surprised to see the big guy fall outside the ring with an unbelievable look on his face, stirring up a lot of dust. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and it seemed that even he didn't know what happened? Yang Lan'er clapped her hands calmly, ignored the referee's stunned look, and turned to leave her own ring.

This is pure bullying, what's there to be happy about? This big guy looks fierce, but in fact he has flaws everywhere. Maybe he thought he had a good weight and his lower body was very stable, but in Yang Lan'er's eyes, he was too fragile.

I quickly lifted the big guy's ankle three times, and he fell down by himself.

Who made the arena so big, and he was standing not far from the edge, and so huge? He fell down and was under the arena.

Because of this match, many people paid attention to Yang Lan'er for the first time. After quickly collecting information, they couldn't help but wonder where the Yang family found this young master? I'm afraid he will be a strong opponent.

I returned to the private room bored, but saw that it was quite lively outside the Yang family's private room, with several boys and girls surrounding it.

“Don’t think that your Yang family is powerful just because you found an outside aid. If you are unlucky and meet Ah Xiong, you may not even make it into the top 50. Then the Yang family will be in for a good show!” A woman who was originally quite pretty, spoke with an extremely ugly face, which reduced her good looks by three points.

Foreign aid? Yang Lan'er automatically identified herself as such.

Ah Xiong? Is that the big guy? Yeah, that's a good name.

Yang Feiyin was very calm. Just as she was about to say something, she looked at Yang Lan'er with bright eyes: "Is the game over?" She really didn't know what level Yang Lan'er was at. She had participated in almost all of the competitions where she had defeated her opponents in seconds. She didn't expect that she would be so fast against the so-called master, Ah Xiong? "It's over." Yang Lan'er nodded and frowned at the men and women blocking the door.

As a result, before Yang Lan'er could say anything, someone started to mock her: "You lost so quickly? Haha, I thought you were so awesome!"

Yang Lan'er looked carefully and saw that it was the woman who had just spoken, and her expression seemed a little proud.

"Yeah, I think so too. I thought he was so powerful, but he fell outside the ring. I was quite confused." Yang Lan'er said distressedly.

“……”Everyone was silent.

"Pfft..." Someone criticized. The words were so sharp that it made people speechless!

"Feiyin, your distinguished guest is quite interesting. Can you introduce him to me?"

Yang Lan'er turned her head and saw that it was the eldest daughter of the Song family. She was wearing a black tights, which made her body look more slender. She had a pretty face and was capable, unlike Yang Feiyin.

"Where are you coming from and where are you going? I don't have time to listen to you barking everywhere." Yang Feiyin seemed gentle, but her words were as impolite as ever. She pulled the Song family's eldest daughter and Yang Lan'er into the house and slammed the door shut, leaving a group of men and women with bruised faces outside the house.

Seeing Yang Lan'er leisurely sitting down and eating fruit, Yang Cheng immediately came over and said, "Sister Yang, did that big guy really fall down by himself?"

Stay calm, there are only two chapters today. Tomorrow is the weekend, we will update once more......