With effective statistics, the Apocalypse Tournament has made a full contribution to the economy of Jinghua, generating an economic value of about 20 billion yuan, and at this time of year, the Apocalypse Tournament, which is as hot as the sun, will make the merchants in the surrounding markets make a lot of money.

With half the number of matchups in hand, the schedule of the Apocalypse has been adjusted again, so that each team will have enough playing time and a more exciting team performance at halftime.

Wu Fan is holding a battle table in his hand, which is provided for free at the entrance of the Eagle's Nest Gymnasium, and there will be twenty games today, so far, the ten giant teams have all retained their strength except for Huaxia University, which is not very lucky, even the Beijing Normal University, which has collided before, has not released the trump card for some reason.

The match between Nanda and Southwest Heavy Industry was placed in a relatively late position, so before that, Wu Fan still stayed in the seat honestly.

At the same time, as the game becomes more and more cruel, many giants have shown a hint of clues, and there are also some emerging dark horse teams like Nanda, which began to exert their strength at this time, even if he has full confidence, Wu Fan still watched the game very carefully, and any useful information or ideas will be recorded by him in the notebook.

There are many martial artists in the Apocalypse Competition, and most of them come from all over the world, there are a few secret sects that inherit a small number of them, and there are also big factions that are famous and shocking, all kinds of martial arts, all kinds of moves, which can be called a visual feast, which deepens Wu Fan's understanding of the internal strength system and the corresponding moves.

For this round of the game, the host not only gave enough pen and ink, but also gave each player a specific shot, not as hasty as before, and did enough introduction work, adding a lot of atmosphere to the game.

The time came to noon, and after a short break to eat, the game continued.

Almost every game in the afternoon has a giant team, full of highlights, the strength level has been improved again compared to the previous game, like Sun Kong, who has just entered the martial arts level, is no longer tenable, any giant player, has considerable strength.

And the first game at the beginning of the afternoon shocked everyone, Fenghua University, the school where Wu Fan's sister Wu Jie was, beat the South Phoenix College of Caiyun from the southern border with an amazing attitude.

When the ace of Phoenix Academy, Wu Ying Level 2, proficient in the secret Miao Jiang knife technique, was strangled by the hole card of Fenghua Academy, everyone was surprised to find that this year's dark horse is far more than that, and many teams already have the strength to challenge the giants.

At this point, in the whole applause, the second of the ten giants was ruthlessly eliminated.

"When martial arts really enters thousands of households, one genius after another emerges in an endless stream, they come from all over the world, inherited from various genres, the traditional wealthy families are no longer as high as they used to be, and the real apocalypse feast is about to open on this stage!"

By the time everyone came to their senses, the cheerleaders of Fenghua University were already dancing in the ring.

Wu Fan was very keen to find Wu Jie, this sister is still that lively and beautiful, it seems that her mother once said that she was also a beauty when she was young, and what she said is true.

"It's our turn!" Wu Ye said in a deep voice, at this time, he couldn't help but treat it solemnly.

"Hmm" Wu Fan nodded, left his seat, and walked down calmly.

In this game, in the face of Southwest Heavy Industry, Wu Fan was the starter, and there was no end shot, if he was defeated, the only remaining Sun Kong would not be able to cope at all, and Nanda could prepare a ticket home.

The reason why Sun Kong was not allowed to take the lead was that Wu Fan deliberately applied for it, in the face of a murderous team like Southwest Heavy Industry, either dead or injured, Sun Kong was not absolutely sure, so there was no need to be this cannon fodder.

"Nancheng University, Wu Fan, majoring in family martial arts, well, samurai level 3!"

The host also hesitated for a while, thinking that he had read the wrong information, and only after reconfirming it did he read it out.

Compared with the endless martial arts level before, Wu Fan, the third level of the warrior, seemed humble and pitiful.

"Samurai 3rd?" Are you sure you didn't mispronounce it, could it be that I misheard?"

"Hehe, the third level of the samurai is the third level of the martial arts, is this product here to give away the head?"

"If he can win, I'll also participate in the Apocalypse Tournament next time!"

The audience was puzzled, they had already been raised to pick their appetite, and they were really not optimistic about the samurai level.

In the live broadcast room of Xiaomo at the top of the apocalypse.

"Although this guy is a little handsome, but he is only a samurai third-level, unless he hangs up, otherwise if he wins, I will eat the keyboard live!"

For a guy who is more handsome than himself, Xiao Mo did not hesitate to make a big fuss, and his mouth was a routine mockery.

"It has been recorded, ask for a samurai-level counterattack!"

“+1”

"If you really eat the keyboard, I dare to buy you ten boxes of meat muffins!"

A casino on Hong Kong Island.

"The match between Nancheng University and the giant Southwest Heavy Industry is about to begin, please bet quickly, the latest ratio, Nancheng University pays ten!"

A college student in a tracksuit came to the betting window, his eyes scattered.

"Press me Nancheng University!" said he took out the bank card in his pocket, "30,000 yuan, all pressure!"

Then he took out his old Noki phone, found the only number in the address book, edited a text message, and sent it.

"Su Yuanyuan, it's me who is useless, I'm just a coward, you forget about me, I wish you happiness!"

A tear welled up in his eyes

"Southwest Heavy Industry, Zhou Weiguo, Wu Ying, proficient in internal grappling skills, strong hand-to-hand combat, active member of the Anxi Guard Regiment, military rank second lieutenant, once won the first-class merit!"

As a military academy, he is an active soldier, a military major, and a first-class merit, such a resume can be called luxurious!

Compared with Wu Fan's poor and sour unknown family heirloom martial arts and martial arts level three, there is a world of difference.

"Be careful!" Before leaving, Sima Jun suddenly reminded, "That guy's breath is very wrong"

Zhou Weiguo nodded, threw off his military coat, revealing an army green vest, and his strong muscles were unobstructed.

There is absolutely no stupid person who likes to fight with his brain, and coupled with his training since childhood, he will naturally not be so short-sighted.

In fact, from the first step of Wu Fan leaving his seat, Zhou Weiguo quickly locked the qi machine on the other party.

Through subtle observation, Wu Fan's distance of each step was different, which was not in line with the regular habits of martial artists, but to his surprise, the height of the dust in the air stirred up by the other party after landing was exactly the same!

Every time Wu Fan took a step, Zhou Weiguo could hear the sound of the internal bones of the other party's body, so calm and powerful, completely different from the crisp sound of the young man, and there was even a faint sound of thunder and lightning roaring.

From the moment the opponent stepped into the ring, the surrounding air reacted, and a vacuum layer was isolated on the surface of the opponent's body!

When Zhou Weiguo stepped into the ring, he suddenly felt that standing in front of him was a violent thundercloud brewing with thunder and lightning, I don't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that the other party's body was always flashing with stunning lightning.

As soon as he got on the field, to everyone's surprise, Zhou Weiguo took the lead in a defensive posture, and through the capture of the camera, his unusually dignified facial expression appeared on the big screen and was seen by everyone.

"What's going on? Why do I feel that something isn't quite right?"

"Haven't you heard that the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, he is just too cautious. ”

However, through Zhou Weiguo's expression, a heavy atmosphere began to spread in the arena

Coincidentally, everyone stopped talking and held their breath, looking forward to the next scene.

In the live broadcast room of Xiaomo at the top of the apocalypse, the barrage of crazy screen swiping suddenly stopped.

In the casinos, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the big screen.

Wang Pengzheng, who specially asked for leave to watch the Apocalypse Competition, took a sip of beer, sat on the sofa with his eyes wide open, and stared at the TV without blinking.