By this time, the cards had almost all been drawn, but the number 38 hadn't been taken away yet, still lying quietly in the box. Why was Su Luo so sure? Because there was no one across from the girl in black veiled hat. At this moment, she stared at her with a pair of vicious eyes, as if no one else was around.
Although she couldn't see the face under the veil clearly, Su Luo could almost guess who this person was.
At this time, there were still two signs lying in the box.
The burly man walked up, glanced at Su Luo, and then reached into the box.
Su Luo half-closed her eyes, hoping that this person would leave number 38 to her. Although the number was not nice, she would accept it if she could get rid of that person herself.
When the burly man pulled out the sign and handed it to the host, the host announced loudly, "Number 38."
Su Luo suddenly became depressed!
Even more depressed than Su Luo was the girl in black.
The look she cast at Su Luo was filled with murderous intent, as if she wanted to pounce on her and tear her into pieces.
When Su Luo felt the malice coming from the other party, she glanced at him and a smug sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. Seeing that the other party was unhappy, she felt happy.
"You wait!" came the cold voice.
Su Luo spread her hands indifferently and replied calmly: "I'm just worried that you won't have the chance to stand in the next round."
"Tsk." The girl sneered as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, full of sarcasm.
"You must die in my hands on the battlefield." The girl in black made a killing gesture.
"We'll see." Su Luo smiled indifferently. The identity of this girl was almost revealed.
Su Luo's battle this time was relatively late, so she sat in her seat and watched other people's matches with great interest.
The battle with Beichen Ying was very exciting. No one expected that such an ordinary person would hide such a big trump card, which he only took out and used when the score was 25 out of 50.
However, Beichen Ying is not made of clay. After a round of exciting competition, Beichen Ying finally kicked his opponent off the ring and won a place in the top 25.
Lan Xuan, An Yeming, Zi Yan, and Nangong Liuyun all advanced without exception, leaving only Su Luo.
"Sister-in-law, your opponent, oh, is from the Yaochi Li family." Beichen Ying handed Su Luo a character manual and pointed at the man and said to Su Luo, "Look, he is a seventh-level strength, good at fire attacks and speed."
"Isn't it obvious that you're the one who's been beaten?" Zi Yan put the booklet away and threw it into Bei Chenying's arms. "Your strongest attack is fire. In terms of speed, who can match you?"
Apart from anything else, Su Luo could teleport. Who could be faster than Su Luo? So, the contestant from the Yao Chi Li family was definitely being abused by Su Luo.
"Okay, watch me this time." Su Luo stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on her skirt, and walked slowly onto the stage.
Li Maohai is a descendant of the Yaochi Li family.
He was about thirty years old, with a square face, strong features and a hint of iron-bloodedness.
Su Luo was about to speak, but Li Maohai glanced at her with disdain, then waved his hand and shouted, "I abstain!"
Su Luo suddenly had a mouthful of blood stuck in her throat!
Forfeit?! Just when she wanted to put up a good fight, the other party actually made her forfeit? Was even God playing tricks on her?
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