章節 446: Chapter 442: The Finals Begin! Combat with Tang San! Does this guy want a skewer of 7????_1
"How do you view the opponent you'll face in the final match?"
Tang San arched an eyebrow, and repeated the question.
"Yes!"
The host nodded.
Tang San smiled and slowly shook his head.
With a soul megaphone in hand, facing over a hundred thousand spectators in the venue,
"What's there to see."
"They're nothing but shrimps and crabs, easily shattered with a wave of my hand."
"Wow!"
The crowd was once again in an uproar; without the match even starting, the air was thick with tension, stirring great interest among them.
Spectators always love a spectacle, and Tang San's arrogant and contemptuous remarks had undoubtedly hit their sweet spot.
The host tried to smooth things over with a smile, "I understand, Tang San, you must be showing contempt in your attitude but taking it seriously in terms of tactics."
"No!"
Tang San interrupted him.
He surveyed the crowd with an air of superiority, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
"What I've always wanted to say is,"
"In this competition, there isn't a single worthy opponent, how dull, excessively dull."
"Boom boom!!"
The audience once again erupted, their eyes glued to the stage, as Tang San's statement added an endless excitement to the competition.
In the contestant resting area, members of various teams all stood up and glared angrily at Tang San.
With just a few words, Tang San had mocked them all.
"Tang San, what do you mean!" From the Divine Wind College's area, Feng Xiaotian, his face wrapped in bandages, questioned Tang San.
"What do I mean?"
Tang San chuckled, "What I mean is, everyone here is trash."
In an instant, all the contestants were furiously agitated, and the entire audience was in an uproar.
"Incredible, truly incredible!"
"Since ancient times, which young man has had the audacity to mock all the heroes of the world like this? This youngster is extraordinary."
"Damn, what does it mean to be young? This is what it means to be young—a hot-blooded youth indeed."
"If he wins the championship today, just with this disdainful dominance over the heroes of the world, he has a bright future ahead."
The host interjected from the side, "Your opponent Luo Yu has also swept through his opponents to reach the final match."
"How do you feel about facing him?"
Tang San turned his head, fixing his gaze on him.
It made the host's heart grow cold.
Tang San simply smiled disdainfully, said nothing, just raised his hand, gave a thumbs-up, and then turned it upside down.
"Cough cough."
The host laughed dryly, "As we can see, Tang San is very confident in his own strength, and is determined to win the championship of this competition."
Tang San remained silent, standing there unmoving.
The host returned to the center of the ring, stretching out a hand towards the other side.
"Now, please welcome the Tianshui Battle Team to the stage."
"Click-clack, click-clack!"
The sound of a wheelchair rolling was heard.
"Eh, what's this situation?"
"Hm?"
Murmurs of confusion rose, attracting the attention of all the tens of thousands of spectators.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
All eyes focused on the spot where the Tianshui Battle Team was expected to enter.
Everyone saw the beautiful girls from Tianshui Academy standing below the stage, motionless, watching a figure ascend to the platform.
Luo Yu alone rolled his wheelchair up onto the stage.
No spectacular leaps, no flashy display, just the simple act of propelling the wheelchair up the stage with his hands.
The audience was a bit puzzled—what did this mean?
Was it one person coming forward to surrender?
That couldn't be.
The host was also lost in the fog, not understanding what Tianshui Battle Team was playing at.
"Luo Yu, what does this mean for your team?"
Luo Yu seemed somewhat weary, rubbing his bleary eyes.
"It means nothing."
"Simply that, in this competition, I will fight alone."
"One person going into battle?" The host's face was a picture of astonishment.
A buzz of noisy discussion erupted among the audience.
"F*ck, what does this mean?"
"He's planning to fight the seven on the other side alone?"
"Can someone tell me if I'm dreaming, a cripple's going one against seven?? Has there been some mistake!"
"I get it now, clearly they think they can't beat the opposite side, so they send one person up, and then they can have an excuse when they lose."
"That must be it, it definitely is."
"Otherwise, expect a crippled man unable to move well to fight one against seven? F*ck, stop joking, okay."
"Won't he be beaten to death in less than three seconds?"
The audience didn't think Luo Yu had lost his mind, but neither did anyone believe he could win, especially since Tang San on the other side wasn't someone to be trifled with.
The consensus was quickly reached that Tianshui Battle Team, fully aware of being outmatched, sent up Luo Yu alone to preserve some dignity.
Losing wouldn't be so embarrassing then.
"Ahem."
The host took a deep breath.
"Contestant Luo Yu, this is the finals of the Continental Senior Soul Master Championship. This is no laughing matter. Are you sure you're not joking?"
Luo Yu yawned and waved his hand sluggishly.
"No need for more talk, let's get started."
"I'm pressed for time."
"This..."
The host was frozen in place for a moment, at a loss for words.
He was utterly confused now.
He had never seen Tang San be so arrogant before.
And a contestant as casual as Luo Yu was utterly unheard of.
Others reached the finals trembling with nervousness or brimming with fighting spirit.
But this guy, he was as indifferent as if he was just out for a stroll.
The host really wanted to scold him, Brother, can you please show some concern?
This is the freaking finals!
Winning this could make someone an instant legend!
The host turned his gaze to the field outside, where the girls from the Tianshui Battle Team stood obediently below.
Just like well-behaved little wives, having no intention of stepping onto the stage.
He swallowed, then reaffirmed with Luo Yu, "Contestant Luo Yu, are you sure you want to face the seven opponents alone?"
"Is there a problem?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.
"No problem per se, but there are seven people on the other side, and your leg..."
The host hesitated.
Honestly, compared to the extremely arrogant Tang San, he was more inclined to support the less talkative and low-profile Luo Yu.
Luo Yu stretched leisurely, speaking as calm as if chatting about the weather, "The chasm created by a gap in strength is something numbers will never be able to bridge."
"Hiss—"
The host's body shook.
For some reason, he felt a tingle on his scalp in that instant.
He didn't feel any aura coming from Luo Yu, nor was Luo Yu's tone domineering, but it gave him a different feeling.
It was a feeling he couldn't quite describe.
"How do you view your upcoming opponent Tang San?"
Luo Yu glanced over at the seven on the opposite side.
"I hope their bright smiles can remain forever."
"I hope this match won't leave them with a lifelong shadow they can't forget."
Luo Yu's words set off another flurry of comments.
"F*ck, his arrogance went through the roof in an instant, how does this guy have the confidence to say something like that?"
"One against seven and still this confident?"
"Stop talking, I'm super curious about the outcome of today's match."
"Come on, you don't even need to watch, seven against one, even an idiot knows who can win."
"Good lord, the two on the stage, one is even more full of himself than the other."
Seeing the excitement in the outside spectator stands, the host felt that the audience's enthusiasm had been ignited.
He quickly moved aside.
Leaving the arena to the two teams.
No, it shouldn't be said to be two teams.
It was one man, single-handedly against a seven-member elite team...
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