When the demon king on the screen still has a trace of blood left. The referee stopped the game. Some spectators near the arena saw that the Demon King was being carried away.

The scene was noisy. Several commentaries are also confused.

Half a minute later. There is a special person in charge who runs up to the stage to calm the emotions of the audience. Let everyone calm down. But it happened too suddenly. You don't have a definite account of who will care about you. There are a few questions that come to mind. What happened. What's wrong with the Demon King. What to do with the next game.

Now there is only a trace of blood left in this situation. No matter how capable he is. I guess I won't be able to hold it anymore. If the game is reopened. Wouldn't it be unfair to do so?

There are a few enthusiastic fans who have rushed to the stage. It was brought back by the security guards who maintained the venue. Most of the people present were still sane. Otherwise, these 100,000 or so people would really make a fuss. No one can stop it.

Several commentators turned off the microphone. This issue is also being discussed in private.

"I said SYA. Look what's going on."

"I guess there's something going on. I don't know the specifics. But it should be the Demon King's physical cause." SYA SMILED BITTERLY.YA HAS ALREADY RESPECTED THE OTHER PARTY AS A GHOST.ONLY IN THIS SITUATION NOW.IT SEEMS TO PROVE THAT THE OTHER PARTY IS THE SAME AS HERSELF.IT IS ALSO A REAL FLESH AND BLOOD.THE SAME WILL BE INJURED.THE SAME WILL BE IN TROUBLE.BUT.THE TIMING IS NOT RIGHT...... He paused. After taking a sip of tea, he continued: "This kind of situation is something that no one wants to see. But the referee has now stopped the game. That's where it is."

"Then the dragon is lucky." Xiao Cang said matter-of-factly.

"Well...... But there is no way. This is not the worst-case scenario. As long as the Demon King can still play. You can still fight. But if ...... "SYA" thinks it shouldn't be as simple as a simple hand cramp. A gymnasium as big as the Dragon Pavilion. There are a lot of doctors on call in the background. The referee stops the game. Players go backstage. If it's a little bit of a glitch. Then you should rest for a few minutes. Harmless. But if that player can't play.

"What happens if you can't play."

"According to the rules, it is judged that Long Teng won. Today's game will not drag on until tomorrow. There will be no refunds for the audience...... But I think if it's not the finals today. If the two teams against each other are not DND and Dragon, it may be easier to do. But if it is really announced. I guess DND fans are about to riot."

This was said by Zhang Lang. Although SYA is more knowledgeable about the game. But Zhang Lang is a CCTV person in the end. On top of the rules by him he spoke. Obviously that's what the organizers mean.

"This is really ......" Xiao Cang didn't feel the meaning of joke at all in his words. YA didn't speak. Apparently he knows that, too.

"I can only hope that the situation of the demon king will improve......" Zhang Lang sighed: "After all, such a game. Even if I'm talking about it as a commentary. I hope it ends perfectly."

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Now. Scene change. Arrived at the back of the game. DND's Lounge.

Several doctors gathered around Chu Yun. Rub and massage him with your hands.

Because it's the national finals. So this time, the organizers of the Hero Century Contest are also very well prepared. These are all doctors from Beijing University Hospital. From internal medicine to surgery. From Traditional Chinese Medicine to Western Medicine. Reservations are usually made a week in advance. At this moment, several doctors looked at Chu Yun. They all shook their heads.

"How's it going. Doctor." Brother Zeng asked anxiously.

The old Chinese medicine doctor pushed his reading glasses. With a lazy look in his eyes, he asked, "You are asking about his hand. Or ask him if he can play."

"All asked."

The old Chinese medicine doctor didn't reply either. When he walked over, he grabbed Chu Yun's left hand and picked it up. Then let go of the hand. The hand hung down as if it were powerless. Slammed into the table.

"See. So you're going to have to get him to play." The old Chinese medicine doctor's voice became stern: "I don't know which doctor you showed you before. Didn't he know to tell you that you need to recuperate for a hundred days? And your hand is a small injury."

Chu Yun smiled weakly. He felt his palms tighten. Not the left hand that no longer feels sensation. It's the right hand that is pulled by the little palm on the chest. He looked at the face beside him that looked like it was about to cry. Smile slightly.

Then he turned back to the old Chinese medicine doctor and said, "It's not the doctor's fault. It's me who is too willful......"

So to speak. The doctor can't say anything harsh. I could only shake my head: "You can't play the game. Come with me to the hospital right away. At least I can keep your hand. As for how much can be recovered. Recovery of several percent. It's up to you to make it."

The DNDs on the side fell silent. If so. Other words......

It's time to give up the game.

Brother Zeng. DONG Bihai. Kuroko have a complicated face. Let's be honest. They also want to win. But a handful of old people. For such a thing as victory. How much can be indifferent. Isn't second place bad. Even if you lose. This game is also a glorious defeat. But his brother is different. If he is injured, do you have to watch him crippled?

But this way. They always feel sorry for Qin Hansheng. I couldn't help but look over.

However, Qin Hansheng laughed: "It's okay. Don't look at me like that. It's not easy to get to where you are today. Honestly, there are regrets. But life needs to have regrets to be wonderful. At least 20 years from now, 30 years from now, I'll remember it today, and I'll be proud of it, because I fought with a bunch of trusted brothers...... Let's ......"

His words were a little choked. The brothers behind him were all red-eyed.

Only Chu Yun was still smiling. He said, "Brother Hansheng. What are you talking about. Now that we've come to this point. Of course, the game must be finished. Won the championship."

"But your hands ......"

"Yes. I'm afraid it can't be compared."

The old Chinese medicine doctor over there said strictly: "I will never let you play. This is my moral yardstick as a doctor. The other doctors here won't allow you to participate in the competition."

The doctors on the side nodded their heads. For the old Chinese medicine doctor, Ma Shou Zhan: "And in your current situation, even if you play, it is useless."

"Procrastination."

The doctors are gossiping. Even Brother Zeng and they are helping. Let Chu Yun not be reckless.

Miss Lin didn't say a word. But her hand was clearly tighter. Chu Yun knew her temperament. If you want to go your own way. I'm afraid I'm going to drag this girl on the field.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "That. . . I still know how to do what I can. But I didn't say I was going to play."

"But if you don't have one person, you can't continue the game."

"Let Brother Kuroko do it for me." Chu Yun said.

Brother Zeng heard that he thought about it. Turning his head to the staff member who came with him, "Can I continue the game with a substitute?"

The staff member shook his head: "The two substitutions can only be used before the game. You can't change players in a match that has already been played."

"That's not the case. It was an accident. You...... You can't be so unkind." Dong Bihai also surrounded him. The staff was also embarrassed. But still shook his head.

The crowd was discouraged. Chu Yun squeezed Lin Ruoxi's little hand. Let her let go of herself. The little girl is stubborn. Live or die and don't let go. Afraid of letting go, Chu Yun will be gone. This made Chu Yun's heart warm but he felt funny. He leaned into Lin Ruoxi's ear and whispered a few words. The little girl suddenly blushed. Only then did he let go of his hand. But the tearful eyes still stared at Chu Yun vigilantly. for fear that he would cheat.

Chu Yun felt that his credibility would not be so low. But now is not the time to dig deeper. He took off his mask in front of everyone. Lost to Kuroko.

"Alright. Go for it now. Demon King."

This hand was beyond everyone's expectations. Even the staff member was stunned. That's right. The identity of the demon king is just a code name in the end. He wears a mask. Except for the sealed archival documents. No one knows what he looks like. The only people know is his mask and cape. And that game character who has done countless miracles.

The staff member was trying to say something. But he was soon pulled by another company head next to him. A few words in my ear.

"Turn a blind eye. Today the Dragon Pavilion is 100,000 people. If it's really a fuss, there's no way to end it...... That's what it means."

With Brother Zeng and the staff, they rushed out. The whole lounge gradually fell silent again.

"Let's go to the hospital too." The old Chinese medicine doctor turned around and packed up the simple diagnosis and treatment tools he had brought with him.

The monkey walks in the last row of the departing line. Every now and then he would look back. When he met his master's calm and steady gaze.

"Monkey."

“.”

"Get the championship back for me. I'll be here for your news."

The old Chinese medicine doctor turned back in disbelief: "You ......"

However, Chu Yun didn't look at him. He smiled at the monkey and said, "Go ahead."

The monkey clenched his palms. He didn't know what it was. But I feel very warm in my heart. The body gradually heats up. It was as if an invisible force had passed from the master to himself. Maybe that's how it is in martial arts.

But here's the reality......

Even if it's reality.

The monkey nodded heavily. Turned his head and ran down the hallway.

And then again. Chu Yun heard it. The thunderous applause that could be heard even in the lounge......