"Good evening, Miaomiao!"
"Miao Miao, I love you!"
"Miao Miao, give me a baby!"
Miaomiao stood on the podium, smiling gently, "Thank you all for your support. I won't waste any more time."
"Life and Death Tournament, second round, fifty to twenty-five, the drawing begins!"
Lu Jingzhi crossed his arms over his chest, a faint smile on his lips, and walked to the circular platform in the center of the arena.
At this time, there were already forty-nine other contestants standing beside him, making exactly fifty people including him.
At the same time, two staff members came over carrying a huge box.
The frame of this box is made of iron and the four sides are made of glass. Through the transparent glass, you can see balls of different colors placed inside.
Miaomiao flew down from the high platform, like a beautiful butterfly, landed lightly on the round platform, and stood in front of them.
"Dear contestants, we are now going to start the draw!"
"Whoever you draw gets to fight. It all depends on your luck!"
Miaomiao's voice is clear and pleasant, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
After she finished speaking, she came to the box, stretched out her fair right hand, gently reached into the box, and casually took out two balls.
Immediately afterwards, a staff member stepped forward, took the two balls, and twisted them apart in the middle under everyone's nervous and expectant gaze.
There was a piece of paper inside the ball with the number written on it.
Miaomiao took the note, glanced at it, and said, "Sixteen versus twenty-eight."
As soon as she finished speaking, a man and a woman walked out of the team, showed their fighting cards, and then went to the other side to line up.
But when the two looked at each other, they saw murderous intent in their eyes.
After Miaomiao drew twenty times in a row, there were still ten people on the field who had not drawn, and Lu Jingzhi was among them.
Yang Jinchao, who was not far away, looked at him frequently.
"You're done, little bastard."
When Lu Jingzhi heard this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.
He glanced at Yang Jinchao coldly and ignored him.
At this time, Miaomiao drew a number again.
"Number 78, versus number 40."
Lu Jing was stunned, then stood up after coming to his senses.
He glanced at his opponent, who was wearing an eye patch and a golden nose ring, looking like a cow.
Feeling Lu Jingzhi's gaze, he looked sideways.
"Cough cough...Pooh!" A mouthful of thick phlegm came out of his mouth and flew towards Lu Jingzhi.
Lu Jingzhi reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side. The thick phlegm brushed past the corner of his clothes and landed on the ground, splashing a dirty spot.
Miaomiao, who was in front, frowned and said with disgust, "You guys go line up over there."
Lu Jingzhi nodded expressionlessly and turned to walk to the other end of the team.
At this time, cheers came from the audience.
It turned out that Miaomiao started drawing lots again.
This time, she held two pieces of paper in her hands, one with "Number 1" written on it and the other with "Number 8".
"No. 1" corresponds to Yang Jinchao, while "No. 8" is a burly, ferocious-looking young man with a centipede-like scar on his face, which is chilling.
"The draw is now complete. Please have the staff lead everyone to the arena."
"Remember, the game ends only when the winner chooses to spare or kill the loser."
Lu Jingzhi followed a staff member and came to the No. 6 competition stage.
Under the gazes of thousands of people, he walked up the six steps and stood on the arena.
The ruffian who spat at him walked forward nonchalantly.
When the shield was put up on the field...
Miaomiao, standing on the platform, shouted with a loudspeaker, "Alright! The second round of the long-awaited life-and-death competition begins now!"
As she finished speaking, Lu Jingzhi's momentum surged, and his five-star Xuanling Realm cultivation was clearly revealed.
The ruffian on the other side unleashed the strength of a five-star Xuanwang Realm. He said in a hoarse voice, "Tsk, only a five-star Xuanling Realm! You really are not afraid of death!"
"Really? I think you will die here today." Lu Jingzhi responded coldly.
"Hahahaha..." The ruffian laughed heartily upon hearing this. "Boy, do you think you can kill me? I'm a five-star master in the Mysterious King Realm, and you're just a mere five-star in the Mysterious Spirit Realm."
"So what if you are at the fifth level of Xuanwang Realm? Today is the day you die!" Lu Jingzhi said coldly.
"Humph! You're such an ignorant fellow."
"In that case, let me show you how powerful I am!"
"I'll also let you stay here forever!" The gangster said, and his figure flashed and rushed towards Lu Jingzhi in an instant.
The lotus mark on Lu Jingzhi's forehead suddenly flashed with blue light.
Immediately afterwards, red lightning burst out from his body.
"Thor is coming!"
With a roar from him, a huge shadow of the god of thunder appeared behind him.
The god of thunder held a huge iron hammer in his right hand, and the hammer was flashing with red lightning.
But at this moment, Thor's body was no longer the original blue-purple color, but turned into a strange red light, emitting a terrifying murderous aura.
"Thor's Hammer!"
Lu Jingzhi merged with the shadow of the Thunder God. Amidst the exclamations from the audience, he suddenly leaped three feet high and smashed down on the gangster's head.
The gangster looked at the shadow of Thunder God and Lu Jingzhi above his head with a serious expression. He took a deep breath, and his right hand was covered by a layer of black and white air.
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