Fate, can it really be rewritten?

Some people's answer is yes, while others answer no.

No one knows what kind of answer you have given in your mind at this moment, but whether the answer is yes or no, you must understand that all the people who come to participate in the bronze medal tournament "King of the Jungle" have chosen the former without exception.

They believe it immensely, and they can only believe it.

At the moment when Master Cai's long-lost opening remarks hit the ground, thunderous applause and cheers once again rang out in the bronze medal competition. But this time, their target is no longer the high-ranking wealth master, but the contestants who have stepped into the jungle one after another.

Among the 96 contestants, both men and women were present, but overall, seven were men and three were women. In the crowd, most of them are ordinary people who have come down from the silver ring and are forced to participate by their livelihood, and they know very well that with their ability, if they want to get the "king's seat", it is a matter of zero probability.

Some people may feel that it is too exaggerated to describe "zero probability", after all, there is nothing in this world that will never happen! Even if the probability is as low as 0.0001, it doesn't mean that a miracle won't come!

However, this is the case, and because this ID card contest is not a fair contest in nature, the remaining 100% falls to another group of people.

In the queue that was slowly advancing, there were some people, and others could see at a glance that their existence was anything but ordinary.

There were twelve of them, and four of them were as strong as a giant beast, and every step made people's hearts tremble; The four of them looked short and concise, but they held the swords, guns, swords, and sticks in their hands, and waved them casually, and their momentum did not lose at all; There are also four people who seem to be of ordinary stature, but they are all wearing a cloak with the words "east, west, north and south" written on it, and they all walk with a domineering wind.

Not only that, judging from the equipment on their bodies, they should have weapons and armor for attack and defense, and the workmanship is very well-made, not purple-level, but also light purple-level. And the ordinary people next to them only have a light official competition uniform on their bodies, and they don't have a weapon in their hands, so they can only pick up some scattered equipment in the jungle. Of course, the quality of the equipment picked up is extremely poor.

It was not until the twelve contestants, who were of different appearance and size, walked slowly to the center of the jungle that people suddenly realized that all the applause and cheers were for them.

Who are they? Why do you have equipment that others don't have?

In fact, they used to be just ordinary competitors, but unlike those ordinary people who fell here, they all participated in at least two bronze medal tournaments, and they were also one of the few survivors after the competition. And part of their equipment comes from the sponsors behind them, and some comes from the opponents they defeated.

Although they failed to get the "king's seat" that represented the winners, due to their decisiveness along the way and their unmerciful treatment of their prey, they gained more and more fanatical fans in the process of the identity card competition.

The audience affectionately called them "Twelve Lives Gate", symbolizing that if you want to survive in this bronze medal competition, you must cross the twelve thresholds that represent life and death, and win twelve "life or death" challenges!

The existence of the Twelve Lives Gate seems to warn those who want to obtain the "king's seat": don't be too high

Don't take it lightly, and don't expect too much from yourself.

In the vast jungle, at this time, an arc-shaped stone altar is slowly rising in the center, and there are twelve round stone piers on the altar, and twelve nicknames are engraved at the bottom of each of them.

At the entrance, the gate gate fell with a bang.

With a loud "bang", the Twelve Lives Gate seemed to have been instructed, and at the same time stood on its own stone pier, slowly turned around, and faced the viewing platform.

Soon after they stood still, on the main console of the cloud of the arena, a host wearing a brown leather jacket, a white velvet jacket, and denim leggings suddenly appeared, he was holding a golden microphone, a spotlight hit, he jumped on the stage happily, only to see him suddenly raise his left foot, step on the speaker, and then point to the viewing platform with one hand, shouting in an exciting tone.

"Okay, long, no, see you! My dear viewers! We are so glad that we finally met again at the Bronze Medal Tournament! Let me hear your cheers, okay! ”

In the arena, there was no stop in cheers.

"Shout out my name!" He turned his microphone to the viewing platform.

For a while, people shouted in unison more and more rhythmically: "Teacher He! Mr. He! ”

Listening to the cheers of the people, the host, whose name is "Teacher He", suddenly showed a smile of relief, he waved his hand towards the crowd, and said with a smile: "I really like you guys!" If you could, I would love all your cheers just for me! But now, please raise your hands and give another round of applause to our brave contestant, the Twelve Lives! ”

Suddenly, twelve spotlights hit the twelve of them. Although the viewing platform is far away from the stone altar, and people can only vaguely see them, this does not prevent people's emotions from rising higher, and many people even took out their hands and shouted their names loudly.

Taking advantage of the crowd, Mr. He also quickly took out a stack of hand cards from his arms, thinking about determining their nicknames again, and not to make a mistake when introducing them later. Unlike his usual calm and calm, after glancing at the summary on the first page, he unconsciously frowned, as if he had seen something that confused people.

At the same time, the remaining eighty-four contestants were all entered, and they gathered in front of the stone altar in the center of the jungle, all looking up at the large screen suspended in the sky.

…………

Inside the carrier, there was a sense of tension underneath, and everyone tensed their nerves, staring at the umbrella bag with their eyes.

Only Qiu Qiong seemed to be out of the situation, her attention was all on the video device, suddenly, I saw her frowning, she couldn't help but gasp, patted Xu Tian's arm with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "Those twelve lives don't look easy to deal with, Xu Tian, who are they?" ”

Xu Tian wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with a look of embarrassment: "Miss Xu, don't ask...... Let's grab a parachute...... I really don't understand, why aren't you nervous at all...... You quietly others, how can there be such a ...... as you"

Qiu Qiong sighed and replied calmly: "What does this mean?" It shows that your psychological quality is really poor. ”

Xu Tian shook his forehead, sighed helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "What does this have to do with psychological quality...... It's not because you're so calm that you're ...... You don't understand anything, and you don't know how unscrupulous those contestants are in order to survive......"

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't ...... Didn't say anything......" Xu Tian glanced up at Qiu Qiong and sighed in frustration.

"Oh, don't be so desperate!" Qiu Qiong looked at the equipment on the Twelve Lives Gate, suddenly smiled lightly, and said confidently, "Believe me, in fifteen days, it is not them who will be alive, but the two of us!" ”

"Alas......" Xu Tian shook his head slightly, as if he had seen his fate, "Crazy is really crazy, crazy is really crazy......"

At this moment, the guard officer standing in the deepest part of the cabin suddenly shouted "unlock", and the locks under everyone's seats were immediately "clicked" to be undone.

Xu Tian's heart trembled suddenly, his eyes were full of panic, and when he was about to stand up, he saw a black shadow passing by his side and heading straight for the trolley. His gaze didn't keep up with her, and by the time he looked again, the shadow had returned to him, handing him two umbrella bags.

Xu Tian was so shocked that he stopped his steps suddenly, and almost knelt down on his knees.

"Here, I'll give you one."

…………

Gradually, the viewing platform was quiet again, only a few people couldn't control their emotions and shouted a few times from time to time.

On the main control console, I saw that Mr. He, who was the host, slowly put down his hand, grinned happily, and said in a straight voice: "Dear audience friends, I know that their names are no stranger to you. But today, I would like to introduce them to you again! ”

As soon as the words fell, eleven lights suddenly went out on the curved stone altar, leaving only the leftmost light.

In the white light, there was a male contestant dressed in a black batsuit, wearing hooked claw shoes, and a pointed ear cap. He holds a square, silver device in his left hand and a small, retractable iron rod in his right hand, at the end of which a generator with purple light can be seen.

"Although he is ranked last in the Twelve Lives Gate, his strength should not be underestimated, he is a lurker under the moonlight, a midnight bat!"

With a roar, he disappeared into the darkness. The camera turned left and right three times, and finally hurriedly lifted up, and in the picture, I saw the midnight bat hanging upside down on the branch, with its eyes slightly closed, as if waiting for the night to fall.

Immediately after, the next light came on.

In the hazy light, he was a bare-chested man in a gray vest and red shorts, and a pair of black flip-flops on his feet. With his long brown hair fluttering in the wind, his forehead wide and round, and his red eyes radiating a sharp gaze from time to time, with his impressive garlic nose, at first glance, he looks like a male lion with the bridge of his nose shattered. And even on his strong arms, he even wore a set of skeletal devices, apparently to increase his strength.

"It's in his nature to hunt! In his eyes, there is always only prey! Whether it's right on him or away from him, he's going to tear you apart! He is synonymous with ferocity, a red-eyed lion hunter. ”

A bell-like roar suddenly sounded, and the red-eyed lion hunter rushed to a large rock, wrapped his arms around the stone, and crushed the stone into powder under the combined force of its own tension and the synergy of the skeletal device.

At this time, the next light came on, but there was no human figure in the white light.