"In the last semi-final, this player called S performed really well. Being able to fight against five powerful mutants alone, crack the so-called unsolvable combo skills, and finally defeat the main Baroque team, the strength of the S player is undoubted. Krokdahl first expressed his praise for his opponent as a sign of his tolerance and fairness, "I really appreciate his strength and courage. To be able to agree to come and have this duel with me is also worthy of admiration. ”

"However," he said, and as soon as he said this, a stern look appeared between his eyebrows, "I can't approve of the behavior of destroying the venue in the previous game, and even maliciously harming the members of my work club." ”

"As you all know, the Sand Crocodile Cup Fighting Tournament that I initiated is a fair and friendly competition that exchanges fighting skills and entertains the public. In this competition, the real goal is to distinguish the strength of the martial arts, and it is absolutely not allowed to deliberately harm or even threaten the lives of others. ”

When he uttered these words that were grossly inconsistent with the truth, Crockdahl did not feel the slightest sense of emptiness. Because he knew that the spectators were already aware of the nature of the game, and that their position was always on their side. Emphasizing principles that do not exist in public is just an excuse for the next action.

"However, S player made a serious, even brutal attack on my club members during the game." Crockdahl changed to a somewhat depressed tone, deliberately highlighting his dissatisfaction, "Regarding this, I, Crockdahl, can never forgive. ”

"Since S has agreed to fight me on this field, it means that he is ready accordingly."

"So, in the next matchup, I might show a little bit of strength and let S accept some punishment for the mistakes I made before."

"Beat him flat, Lao Sha!"

"Bomb S into scum!"

The excited cheers from the audience made Crockdahl smile with satisfaction again.

Sure enough, the crowd watching the game on this field was still on his side.

Even though S has won a lot of applause for his amazing performance in the previous matchup, his popularity is still at an absolute disadvantage in this extremely high-spec final showdown.

This is not only because of the huge fame and influence that Crockdahl has as the mastermind of the game, but also because this is a ring that relies on strength to speak. After watching the previous matches and comparing the content related to One Piece, the audience in the stadium basically had no doubt that Crockdahl was superior. So at present, as a recognized strong man, he deserves more support.

Seeing that the atmosphere on the court was completely under his control, Crockdahl felt that his plan was about to go further, so he put on a performance even more devotedly.

"Thank you very much for your support. But I, Crockdahl, don't intend to violate the tenets of this tournament in the next matchup. You can rest assured that I will not hurt the life of Player S, and the so-called punishment is just to let him learn a little lesson on the premise of defeating him. ”

"I think the most I can do is drain him of water and throw him off the court."

Hearing the obvious threat in Crockdahl's tone, the loyal fans in the stadium burst into hearty laughter.

"Alright, please be quiet. So, all of you. ”

"All of you." Crockdahl continued to emphasize what had just been said, while looking to the front row of the audience, trying to confirm the reactions of several of the characters inside.

For him, showing his strength to several cadres of the Evil Abyss in the VIP seat is the main purpose of holding this competition. So, he carefully considered the words he was going to say, trying to infuse every word and tone with great force and majesty.

"My matchup with S is about to begin. Although I have promised that it will be a great match, you may still have doubts about it because of the quality of the two players...... There is indeed a disparity. Crockdal paused, and there was cheerful laughter in the audience again.

"So, in order to create a relatively level playing field," Crockdahl's right hand suddenly shook and he jerked out his pretending artifact, the hourglass, from his coat pocket, "and I decided to give this S player three minutes at the beginning of the matchup. ”

"For the first three minutes, I didn't fight back, I just dodged his attacks in the bare bare bones. And three minutes later—"

"If S is ready to continue fighting, I will let him learn a full lesson." Saying this, Crockdahl puffed out a large puff of smoke, and a loud shout came from the audience as if it had exploded, and everyone fell into a state of excitement.

Faced with an audience whose emotions were mobilized to the apex, Crockdahl was naturally very satisfied. However, the fundamental purpose of his pretending behavior was to attract the attention of the big people in the VIP seat.

He believes that against a player of S's level, it is not enough to beat him. You must be able to complete the seckill with ease on the premise of making sufficient concessions, so as to fully show your strength and finally be recognized by the Abyss of Extreme Evil.

Feeling that all the foreshadowing had been made, Crockdahl glanced at the platform above the arena and motioned for the host to continue.

The bald host immediately understood what he meant, and shouted in a broken voice: "Okay, Mr. Crockdahl is ready!" Our game can start at any time. So, let's invite our other contestant, S, to enter! ”

On the other side of the competition venue, an inconspicuous figure slowly walked out, that is, S who participated in the game.

Seeing the appearance of S, there were only a few cheers from the audience, and the momentum was obviously a big difference from the previous time when he welcomed Crockdahl.

And Crockdahl, who was finally about to see his opponent, put one hand in his pocket and posed a domineering pose, and the miserable white dead fish eyes showed endless anticipation.

"What kind of guy will this S who is about to be my punching bag and stepping stone?" Looking at the other side of the playing field, Crockdahl kept spitting smoke and laughed happily, "After so many years of continuous planning and preparation in this world, I have finally waited for this moment......

"Let me take a good look at what kind of miserable face this poor rat who is about to be trampled under my feet looks like." The smile on Crockdahl's face was distorted by the pleasure it was.

However, the next moment his gaze caught was-

A familiar figure with a somewhat messy short hair, a lazy expression, and an oppressive aura all over his body.

On his slightly thin body, he carried two large buckets of 35L pure water, and on his expressionless face, he had a pair of glasses with white light flashing......

The moment he saw that nightmarish face, Crockdahl's whole heart collapsed.

And his mouth uncontrollably erupted a cry of despair from the bottom of his heart:

"Don't, ah-"