Of course.

Not all players can't handle it.

Those wise men with healing skills will be able to withstand this 1400 points of damage per second.

But.

What can you do?

Even if it is a third-order wise man, it takes two seconds on average to recover 1 energy value, and at this recovery speed, in addition to playing with life and adding blood, there is no extra energy value to do anything else, as for those who are less than 70 levels and only second-order wise men, they are even more unbearable, and they have to take drugs to withstand it after treatment.

Therefore, you can only watch the players of the hostile race be burned to death by the power of destruction, and you can only watch the heads of people at your fingertips fly away, but you are powerless to fight for it at all.

Thereupon.

Although these wise men won the second round and qualified for the next round when all the enemies were dead, they were not happy at all.

Only that less is a pitiful base of 10 points of race honor to win the prize.

No kills.

No additional income.

What is the point of such a competition, even if it is to the final?

You know, in the bloody arena that has been promoted to the third order, killing a hostile player can get an additional 7 points of racial honor, just these wise men with long-range skills and good at grabbing heads, after a game, it is very easy to grab ten or eight heads, and the racial honor is much more than these 10 points.

Unfortunately, very few people can get their hands on the head.

Basically, most of the human heads were taken away by the force of destruction.

Thereupon.

Huang Quan, who won the second round and withdrew from the room, looked up to the sky and laughed.

It's been swiped!

In an instant, more than 100,000 system messages directly swiped Huangquan's screen.

"Congratulations to player Huang Quan, you killed Demon Player XXX and got a kill reward of 7 racial honors."

"Congratulations to player Huang Quan, you killed Protoss player XXX and received a kill reward of 7 racial honors."

"Congratulations to the player Huang Quan......"

All the players who died at the hands of the Power of Destruction were counted on Huang Quan's body.

Thereupon.

More than 100,000 system messages pop up.

Thereupon.

Nearly a million points of racial honor have arrived.

With so many racial honors, he almost didn't drive Huangquan crazy.

The only pity is.

"Alas, if only this map could be pushed off in the first round, it would be millions of players!"

Also.

Don't look at it, this is only the second round.

However, because it is an elimination system, half of the players were directly eliminated in this first round of the game.

If those eliminated players were also wiped out, it would be nearly a million racial honors.

It's a pity that Huangquan didn't locate the room coordinates of the Bloody Arena before, so he couldn't fly in at all, so he could only destroy in the first round and harvest in the second round.

The bloody arena isn't over yet?

Will there be rewards later?

Huang Quan shook his head: "It's estimated that there will be no drama in the future!" ”

But it was just as Huang Quan expected.

In this third round of the competition, although there are still tens of thousands of players left, Huang Quan's racial honor is not even a thousand points.

The damage of the power of destruction is still somewhat insufficient.

1400 points, you can kill the body, the powerful, and the sensitive, but you can't help the wise.

And under the bloodbath of the second round, most of those who advanced to the third round were wise.

As a result, there are very few wise men who die at the hands of the power of destruction, and most of them are killed by the enemy in the struggle with the wise men of the hostile race.

Because of this, in this round, Huang Quan did not win many racial honors.

Fourth round, less.

Fifth round.

Sixth round.

Seventh round.

……

Racial glory is reaped less and less.

Huang Quan did not completely destroy the room in this bloody arena because of this, but obediently followed the matching of the system and honestly carried out the game.

Ultimately.

After winning fourteen rounds in a row, the system announcement rang out.

"The total number of remaining players of the three clans is less than 100, open the final battlefield of the Bloody Arena - Ancient Battlefield, please prepare all players who advance to the final finals, the system will open the teleportation in one minute, and the countdown is 59, 58, 57......"

This is also the reason why Huangquan has not completely destroyed the bloody arena room.

The rules of the game in the bloody arena are like this, only when the remaining number of people is less than a hundred, the ancient battlefield map will be opened, if the competition room of the bloody arena is destroyed before this, then the fun will be great, without the room, there will be no way to play, there will be no way to eliminate players, and there will be no way to open the ancient battlefield map, in that case, the task of destroying the world will fail.

I have to say.

This task of destroying the world is very pitiful, not only pit others, but also pit one's own people.

Every time he destroyed the map, Huang Quan was careful and thought twice, for fear that he would accidentally cut off the road and make it impossible to move forward.

For example, the Ice Origin map in front of you.

Another example is the Bloody Arena map in front of you.

It's not just these map pits.

There are also monster pits.

It's not.

When the countdown ends.

When the teleport ends.

Huang Quan did not turn on the destruction mode, nor did he rush to kill those demon and god players who were not much stronger than ants, but incarnated as Li Si and honestly hid in the crowd.

"Daddy!"

"It's going to take a minute to farm monsters for Mao!"

The ancient battlefield map has a very cheating setting, that is, it will farm monsters.

When the player enters the map, a group of monsters will spawn when the match reaches the end of the minute.

Don't underestimate these monsters.

Not to mention the powerful combat power of these monsters, the state of these monsters alone can scare people to death.

Sixty monsters, sixty different states, who is awesome, killed these sixty monsters, and obtained all these states, it is definitely a god to kill a god, a Buddha to kill a Buddha, think back then, in the first bloody arena, Huangquan once got a state increase, although it was only more than thirty, but it was also very awesome.

Of course.

The current Huangquan doesn't pay much attention to these states.

But.

You can't want to be in a state, and you can't kill these monsters.

The requirements of the mission to destroy the world are clearly written, all living beings must be destroyed, all maps must be destroyed, and all of them naturally include these state monsters.

So.

Wait.

50 seconds.

40 seconds.

30 seconds.

……

But.

"Fuck, your uncle, you're in a hurry to be reincarnated!"

Huang Quan was about to go crazy.

Just because he doesn't move doesn't mean that other players don't move.

While Huang Quan stood there waiting, the other players who advanced to the finals, staring at the scarlet eyes, rushed to the most central position of the map.

Exhilaration?

Fun fart!

Huang Quan was about to die of anger.

If the winner is decided in less than a minute, the game will be over, how can you kill those sixty state monsters?

Or, when this group of bastards was entangled and fighting, the state monsters suddenly refreshed, and then, there were so many monsters that were so immortal, they were killed by this group of bastards, what should I do?

Either way, it represents a temporary failure in the mission of annihilation.

And once it fails, it will have to wait for a new round of bloody arena in a month.

One month?

Isn't that!

I can't bear it!

Huang Quan, angry!