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Chapter 332: I Abstain -

Moran sighed lightly, "In the group competition, there are eight groups in total, eight people in each group, and the first place finisher in each group will directly enter the semi-finals, Ron...... I'm a little worried!"

Ron quietly looked at the list in his hand, except for him, the other seven people were all demonic beasts, and he was a human being in this group, which seemed very abrupt. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

"It's all Warcraft!" Moran sighed, disappointment written all over her face, and to be honest, she didn't have any confidence that Ron would make it since she got this group list.

She glanced at Ron, a trace of unbearability flashed in her eyes, you know, the group competition is the best way to enter the semi-finals, the competition is cruel, the monster is powerful, it is conceivable, once you fail, it means death.

Moran couldn't help but say, "Ron...... Or...... Or ...... Just give up!" Her voice was small, as thin as a gnat, and she didn't know why she suddenly said such a thing, wasn't it her who made Ron's participation in the Young Strong Battle?

Ron quietly looked at the list in his hand, Omiga's name was prominently listed, and this was his next opponent.

Ron took a deep breath, calmed down his nervousness, and glanced at Moran, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, "No......"

Moran looked up in shock.

"Even if I fail, I will persevere until the end!" this is my promise to one of my most beloved people......" Ron looked up at the sky, and in a trance, the figure of an old man appeared in front of him, smiling at him with satisfaction.

......

The noisy round colosseum was already crowded with spectators, and since it was a group match, it was more intense than the qualifiers, so there were more people who came to watch than before, almost crowding the round colosseum.

Today, there is a four-group competition, the legendary group of death, the entire group is full of Warcraft, and there is only one human, Ron.

"Hey, did you hear that? There's a human being in four groups, hehe, the legendary group of death!" said a spectator in the stands, an orc, who was as excited as a contestant even though he wasn't competing.

"Human, can actually enter the group competition, then his luck is good!" The other orc who spoke was next to him, and the most striking thing about him was the beard on his face, only to see him smile and say, "But there will be no luck in the next game, except for him, the four groups are all demonic beasts." ”

"Hehe, a weak human has actually fallen into the death group full of demonic beasts, if I were him, I'm afraid I would have just abstained!" the orc said with a smile.

"Yes, he doesn't stand a chance!" said the bearded orc with a smile.

None of the spectators were optimistic about Ron, and in the eyes of those orcs, humans were synonymous with inferiority and weakness, and it was all a matter of luck to break into the group stage.

"The second game of the group stage will be held, and Omijia and Ron will be invited to play!"

The sound of the magic megaphone echoed in the Great Colosseum, and for a moment, the entire Colosseum was boiling.

"What, that human opponent is actually Omiga," an orc in the stands said in surprise, "If I'm not mistaken, Omijia is the one of the Warcraft clan, just two days ago, in this big gladiatorial arena, she just tore a powerful demonic beast to pieces!"

"The Méng clan is the king of the Warcraft clan, and the bloodline talent has reached its peak, not to mention us orcs, even the general Warcraft race doesn't compete with them! The bearded orc said in a deep voice, "That human is dead, there is no chance, not a point!"

"After knowing that the opponent is Biméng, I'm afraid that I will give up as soon as I get on the field!" said another orc next to him with a sneer.

One is the Béng family, who are the apex of bloodline talent, and the other is a human with a humble status, and almost all of the audience is not optimistic about Ron.

......

In the luxurious players' lounge, Omika and Tommy were lingering, which was a special feature of the conference, and they were stunned when they heard the names of the magic loudspeakers.

"What? It's Ron, who's here for the Junior Tournament too?" Tommy said with a look of disbelief.

"I should have thought of it from the time he appeared at the Four Corners Castle!" Omijia took a deep breath, "I didn't expect to meet him!"

Tommy looked at Omijia and wanted to say that she would kill Ron to avenge his father, but when this sentence came to his lips, he couldn't say it, the opponent was Ron, if he wanted to kill him, he would have done it in the Four Corners Castle the night before.

Omijia is also hesitating, when she encounters this kind of scene, she doesn't know how to deal with it, let's fight, it doesn't seem to be an opponent, don't fight, and feel embarrassed.

"Knock knock-" sounded.

"Come in!" Tommy said angrily.

Coming in was a human shìnv dressed in a violent lù, and I saw her smile sweetly, "Miss Omiga, the conference invites you to participate in the group competition in the gladiatorial arena, and your opponent Ron has been waiting for a long time!"

"Got it!" Tommy waved his hand, "let's go down in a moment!"

shìnv closed the mén and went out.

"What to do?" Tommy was a little dazed, and in this case, he couldn't come up with an idea.

Omija pondered for a moment, "I'll go check it out first!" and stood up as she spoke.

......

In the round arena, Ron's figure stood on it, and there was an orc referee standing next to him, who was the one at the beginning, and when he saw Ron on on the field, he couldn't help but look at him twice.

The blood stains on the big gladiatorial arena are still dry, just now the two Warcraft players of the four groups have already fought a cruel bloody battle here, one side is the storm snow wolf, the other side is the Tamil Tiger, both are ninth-order Warcraft, the two strong meet, an earth-shattering battle broke out, and in the end the Tamil Tigers were defeated, and they withdrew from the battle after admitting defeat, but the process of the battle was thrilling enough.

Today, Ron was wearing a set of light gray sè robes, with a hideous skull embroidered on the front and left and right shoulders of the robe, a black sè cloak on his shoulders, and a staff of legend in his hand, and inadvertently, his hands were covered with cold sweat.

Today it's the opponent, it's the Omega!

"It's time to come, it's always coming!"

Ron sighed in his heart, he took a deep breath and glanced at the high stands, he knew that there was a child in the stands who was quietly watching him.

"Brother Ron, please, you must kill Ommia!"

Ron's mind remembered what Kaye said before leaving, and at that time, Kaye had a deep sadness in his eyes in addition to murderous intentions, why didn't he want to take revenge himself? Unfortunately, he didn't have this ability.

For a moment, Ron's eyes burned with fighting spirit, "Come on, even without the help of zombies, I must ...... Kill Omiga, even if it's for Kaye, who has been bullied!"

Upon learning of Kaye's plight, Ron is full of sympathy for the helpless Kaye, and in Kaye, he seems to see a shadow of him from his childhood.

"Hula-"

At this time, there was a cheer from the stands, and Ron looked fixedly, but it was the big mén on the opposite side of the gladiatorial arena that opened, and Omijia walked out of it with an angry face.

Everyone admired the strong, and the appearance of Omijia was naturally welcomed like a hero.

In the most noble box in the center of the Colosseum, Sara Méng, Liga and others were sitting there, but today there was one more Dutan.

Moran was gently squeezing Grandpa Liga's shoulder, but she seemed a little absent-minded at this time.

"Nephew Moran, is that the strong man sent by your Thorn Huā tribe?" asked Sara Méng with a smile.

"Yes!" Moran nodded slightly.

"His luck is not very good, not only is he in the group of death, but he also faced the genius of the Méng clan in the first game, and according to our information, Ommica is the strongest in the entire young fight!" Du Tan on the side said lightly.

Moran lowered her head, her eyes were gloomy, from the point of view of reason, she was not optimistic about Ron, yesterday she relented for a while, and said something to make Ron give up the game, but she didn't expect to be rejected by him.

At this time, Lijia, who was sitting next to him, frowned, and muttered in his heart, "Ron? I don't think I've heard this name before? I can't remember it, alas, people just can't get old!"

......

"It's you!" said Omika in front of Ron in the Colosseum, his ugly face meeting Ron's, and his mouth vicious.

Ron smiled slightly, "I'm also surprised to know that you are also participating in the Young Finals!"

Smiling slightly, Ron's eyes were full of strong confidence, he lifted his cloak, and lù out of the legendary battle of orange and red sè, "Come on, Omiga, this battle is not about the glory of winning or losing, because this battle, I am fighting for Kaye, and he entrusted me to ......"

Speaking of this, Ron paused, his face sank, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Kill...... Finish...... You ......"

The provocative words full of murderous intent shocked Omija, and her heart, which was originally not firm, began to waver, although her face tried her best to remain calm, but her heart had already set off a monstrous làng.

Also shocked was the orc referee on the side, Ron's toughness was beyond his expectations, after knowing that Ron's opponent was better than Méng, he had already stored the idea that Ron was ready to retire, and the words that he had already prepared to say were just on his lips, swallowed hard, and he asked in disbelief.

"You say...... You say you'...... Aren't you going to fight?' the orc referee said deliciously.

Ron glanced at him and replied in a deep voice, "Of course! Who said I was going to abstain?"

The orc referee shrugged helplessly, since you want to find death yourself, then don't blame me, you actually want to challenge a head that is better than méng, is it so easy to deal with than méng?

"Excuse me, Dear Miss Omica!" the orc referee asked Omica with a professional smile.

When Omica heard this, she fell silent all of a sudden, at this time, she seemed to be on the right and left, and Ron showed strong self-confidence from then on, of course, Omica knew where his confidence came from.

A battle golem with a domain has always been her haunting nightmare.

At this time, the spectators watching the game in the stands got impatient.

"Why are you still squeaking crookedly, is it better than that?"

"Of course it's not comparable, the other party can be the most powerful than Méng!"

"If you don't want to abstain immediately, don't delay time!"

"Hurry up and abstain, we're still waiting to see the jīng lottery game!"

The audience clamored one after another, and a voice gradually converged to form a torrent.

"Abstain!"

"Abstain!"

"Abstain!"

“......”

The sound started small, but gradually grew louder, and after a while, the entire Colosseum was filled with this sound, and everyone shouted in unison, and the sound shook the entire Colosseum.

Du Tan in the luxurious central box smiled, "Moran, it seems that everyone has the same opinion as me!"

Moran didn't answer, she just bit her mouth, and the god was complicated.

The sound from the stands put a lot of pressure on Omija, and she couldn't make up her mind for a while, but in the end, the reason that had saved Xìng's life prevailed, and she gave Ron a deep look, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly.

"I abstain!"

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