Three days later, after sixty-four fierce competitions, the first round of the elimination match ended with the Burning Emperor Cassius personally watching.

Half of the players advanced, while the other half were eliminated miserably.

During the three days of the elimination round, the players showed their talents and created many memorable scenes:

The white shark in the waves was crushed, the Great Dragon was pierced by an ice cone, the Rain City relied on the "Three Royal Families" to defeat the Vice President of Wangquan unexpectedly, the Flying Witch drew out the seven-ring spell fireball to kill the enemy instantly, and Singo defeated the big knife of the Red Scale Conqueror in an air battle
Mantou also took this opportunity to accumulate a large amount of video materials, preparing to release them all together after the game to gain a huge wave of traffic.

His own luck was unexpectedly good as he drew an ordinary Paladin player. Relying on the air advantage of the Dragon Knight, he easily won the game.

In the contestant seat, Mantou, who had successfully advanced, stood with his hands on his waist and sighed solemnly: "This world is full of heroes, so crowded!"

"I didn't expect that my slight move would lead to this."

Singo poured cold water on the situation mercilessly: "Ninety percent of those who advance to the top 64 are professional players."

He pulled out a few arrows from the quiver and smeared an unknown liquid on the arrowheads.

"This time it's not about whether you are lucky or not, but who is lucky enough to draw you. That's definitely a great draw."

Mantou couldn't help but retort: ​​"I am an entertainment blogger, and I am comparable to a professional!"

Singo ignored him and looked at the tiefling staff in the distance: "Yes, the next draw is about to begin. Let's see if you are still so lucky."

Mantou puffed out his chest, pointed at the tip of his nose, and said confidently: "I have hard power to rely on, I dare to fight anyone who comes."

"Haha, let's wait and see."

Singo left a word and stood up to line up for the draw.

Mantou took out the fine equipment made by the fire dwarves, polished its surface until it was shiny, and muttered softly: "Maybe it can help me enter the finals."

After a while, Singo came back with the bronze medal. His expression was a little strange, and his face, which usually had no expression, seemed like he was holding back a smile.

Mantou raised his head and asked curiously, "Who did you pick?"

"What? Why aren't you talking?"

Suddenly, Mantou seemed to think of a possibility. His face suddenly became stiff and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

"It seems that I am lucky."

As he spoke, Singo directly showed the bronze plate, on which were clearly written the words "I'm going to eat steamed buns".

Mantou broke out in a sweat and his face gradually turned red. He held it in for a long time before he slowly uttered two words.

"Wori."

As a teammate, Mantou knows Singo's strength very well.

This guy stays in the game cabin 24 hours a day. He holds a high position in the Red Scale Garrison. He runs around and explores ruins every day, and takes almost all the resources he can find on the map.

Although Mantou yells "Xin Gou" every day and says all kinds of black fans' remarks on the forum.

But even he had to admit that Singo's dedication and skills were at their best, and he had too many cards to count - it was no exaggeration to say that he was the strongest individual player.

what?
I beat Xin Gou?

real or fake
Although it sounds a bit embarrassing, this is what Mantou is thinking now. How can he fight?

Singo was also a Red Scale Conqueror. He raised his riding proficiency to +19 and learned many aerial combat techniques. He was already on par with his professional mentor Alger.

Mantou's riding skill level is still around +14. He patrols and captures people every day to gain some experience and contributions.

As for physical attributes, Singo has explored dozens of ruins and drank all kinds of giant elixirs and physique transformation potions. It is said that his strength has reached 19 points.

Mantou plays around everywhere, shoots funny videos, and all his attribute points are given by the panel.

The only thing that can barely compete is the equipment. Mantou tricked the fire dwarf into giving him several rare equipment, which at least can compete with Singo's rare suit on the surface.

As for props, the gap is even more exaggerated. You know, Singo is a famous collector of all items.

At this stage, he basically has at least one special prop that can be named, and his methods are ever-changing.

"How the hell do we fight like this? We're being crushed in all directions by Xin Gou."

The more Mantou thought about it, the more discouraged he became. He lay on the sofa in the contestant's seat like a wilted bun, his eyes dull.

That’s not right, it seems he also has a trump card!
Mantou sat up from the sofa with a somersault, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and his gaze became full of passion again.

Isn't it just a cute dog?
Why not just give it a try? Maybe you can win? Wouldn't that mean you have a chance of winning the championship?

"No. 00325, I'm going to eat steamed buns."

The referee's voice rang out, and Mantou walked out of the contestant channel with a determined look on his face and waved towards the audience.

Hehe, this time I will let you see my true strength!
With a mortal body, he can compete with professionals. Then he can edit his wonderful performance into video highlights and gain a lot of female fans.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the screen was filled with comments like “Mantou brother is so handsome”?

As the most famous video blogger on the "Erezegai" channel, Mantou is quite popular, but he does not have many loyal fans.

Most players treat him as a electronic pet, watching it for fun when they have nothing to do, and watching his videos while eating.

"It's the old thief Mantou!"

"What the hell? He also made it to the top 64?"

Woohoo, this is probably Mantou’s last game, so watch it and cherish it.”

"Old pigeon, go back and edit the video! Also, don't include your personal stuff!"

"The king of heaven covers the earth, the mantou has charm 5! The pagoda suppresses the river monster, the mantou is really fierce!"

The players' cheers could be heard from the audience, but it was not the support that Mantou had imagined.

He couldn't help but look up and refuted on the spot: "It's Charm 9. Hey, stop spreading rumors!"

However, the players in the audience not only did not restrain themselves, but became even more rampant.

"He's anxious!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"The steamed buns are red and warm, can someone pour some water on them to cool them down? Or maybe some rock sugar and snow pear drinks?"

"I know you are anxious, but wait, who is Mantou's opponent?"

"."

No, we can't be disturbed by rumors. These are just small fry.

Mantou walked forward with a heavy face and arrived at the designated location.

"Number 00005, Singo."

When the referee read out the name of the blue team, the venue was in an uproar again.

"What the hell, God S?"

“Hahaha, now Mantou will definitely have to go back and edit the video!”

"Mantou: I hit Singo?"

"God S is great, no need to say more!"

"Xin Gou fans, please stop bullying others and make a fuss."

"Oh my god, Xin Gou is so lucky. I guess I have to rely on the people behind to snipe this guy."

"Damn, don't really let this guy win the championship, the filial son of Xin Gou is going to jump around again."

"what do you mean?"

Singo is a very controversial person. His supporters worship him as a god and think he is the guiding light of "Erezegai"; while those who oppose him hate him to death and think he is a complete bastard.

But there is one thing that both sides agree on - Singo is very strong.

Therefore, no one had much expectation for the result of this match, and the real-time odds of Singo winning were as high as 23.00.

The traffic for both teams was not small, and the commentators also perked up in the face of this highly anticipated game.

"The red team in the competition is the famous blogger I'm going to eat steamed buns. This contestant has 500,000 fans on a certain website, and his videos are extremely popular."

"The blue team is the famous strategy master, professional player Singo. In the last game, he defeated the highly anticipated big knife player."

"It's interesting that the two players are teammates in the same team, and they are both Red Scale Conquerors."

"As the saying goes, 'It's not a big deal if you have the same profession, but it's embarrassing if you are a bad player.' What kind of sparks can the two sides create? Let's wait and see!"

"Game start!"

At the referee's command, the two Red Scale Conquerors simultaneously rode their two-legged flying dragons into the air.

Mantou’s tactics are very simple - close combat!

If he fought from a distance, he would definitely not be able to defeat Singo who had the expertise of [Accuracy in Bow Combat], so he had to get close quickly and beat the master to death with random punches.

"Noodles, charge!"

Mantou let out a loud shout, and the flying dragon under him flapped its wings and flew directly towards Singo.

"Haha. You want to get close to me?"

Singo sneered and squeezed his legs together.

The flying dragon under his crotch immediately understood what he meant, flapped its wings, soared into the air, and quickly occupied the commanding heights.

Singo slowly pulled out a feathered arrow from the quiver behind him, then bent the bow and put the arrow on it.

He pulled the Hunter's Longbow, which had been refined many times, into a full moon shape and aimed at Mantou's head from hundreds of meters away.

"What the hell?"

Mantou discovered the "Hunter's Mark" on his head.

He was very familiar with this thing. Not only did it have a tracking effect, it could also cause additional damage.

If he is hit in the head, he will definitely die! Thinking of this, Mantou leaned forward slightly, tightened the reins in his hand, and then shouted loudly:
"Noodles, turn right!"

"Whoosh-"

The arrow, flashing with cold light, cut through the air and headed straight for Mantou.

Noodles flapped one of his wings and forced himself to turn sideways in mid-air. The arrow skimmed across the surface of his body and narrowly brushed past his wing membrane.

Just when Mantou thought he had avoided the attack——

"boom!"

The arrow suddenly exploded, and poisonous smoke suddenly gushed out, wrapping up the steamed buns and noodles.

"It's so damn shady"

"Cough, cough, cough. Noodles, fly out!"

"Ow—"

Noodles let out an angry roar, flapped his wings with all his might, and finally flew out of the billowing smoke.

But his movements became somewhat slow and weak.

Mantou gritted his teeth and muttered, "No, we have to occupy the high ground before we can fight them."

"Noodles, climb!"

Although Noodles was disturbed by the poison gas, he still obeyed the order and flapped his wings hard.

Although Mantou is not good at bows and arrows, he still has long-range means - he bought a pistol from the wheelchair man on the battlefield.

Mantou took out the gun from his waist bag, quickly loaded the bullets, aimed at Singo in the distance, and pulled the trigger.

Sir, times have changed!
Although cold weapons are romantic, I want to win!
"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

But the distance is too far.

And Singo did not continue to occupy the high ground as he had imagined. Instead, it began to dive and glide, flying around Mantou at high speed.

He was moving so fast, almost like a gust of red wind, constantly rolling, turning, and spiraling, as if he was performing a flying stunt.

It is difficult to capture even with the naked eye, let alone hit it.

Mantou was a little frustrated after firing several shots in the air, but Singo shot arrows one after another at high speed.

"when!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing.

The arrow hit Mantou's breastplate and almost pierced through it, but fortunately his armor was strong enough to save his life.

But cracks also appeared on the "rare" level breastplate.

That spiral arrow can actually destroy equipment!
Mantou suddenly felt pain in his flesh - that was a rare level of armor!
Then another arrow with a strange shape exploded in the air, causing a huge explosion, and Mantou almost fell off the flying dragon's back.

"boom!"

There was another explosion, creating a mushroom cloud in the air, as if it had anticipated Mantou's escape location and almost swallowed him up along with the dragon.

"What the hell"

Mantou couldn't help but roar. His face had turned black and his equipment was broken into pieces.

“It’s a little bit of progress, but not much.”

Singo in the distance stopped, smiled and shook his head, then a hint of excited fighting spirit flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"It's a bit boring to end like this."

He whispered, "Then let me see what you rely on."

Singo rode the flying dragon and hovered in the air. He drew out the long sword behind him and pointed it at Mantou from a distance.

The meaning is obvious.

"duel?"

Originally, facing Singo's disgusting kite tactics, Mantou had almost no way to deal with it.

But since Singo took the initiative to give him this opportunity, he might win!

"In this case."

"Then don't blame me for being unethical! Noodles, let's go! Dragon Roar Charge!"

Mantou showed a passionate smile, he clamped his legs together, bent down, and his body was almost pressed against the torso of the wyvern.

His elbow tightly held a nearly six-meter-long steel spear, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced the air, making a whistling sound.

"Ow—"

Noodles also understood what Mantou meant and let out a roar.

He immediately folded his wings, retracted his front limbs, straightened his tail, made his body into a streamlined shape that was most suitable for breaking the wind, and dived down from the sky at an extremely fast speed.

After countless charges, the combination of steamed buns and noodles has been engraved into the bones and deeply instinctive.

They swooped down like meteors, heading straight for Singo in the distance.

"Shh-"

Singo also made a charging gesture, riding the dragon and flying at high speed into the sky.

In just a few breaths, the two sides came to the front from a distance of hundreds of meters, and the two flying dragons roared almost at the same time.

They seemed to be able to feel each other's hot breath.

"Roar--"

Two almost identical huge red dragon phantoms appeared behind the two Red Scale Conquerors, bringing endless power.

The two sides are about to collide!

Everyone in the audience held their breath and watched the scene nervously, while Cassius also watched with interest.

"Shh-"

A cold light flashed and blood splattered.

In a flash, Singo's flying dragon turned sideways in mid-air like a roller, avoiding the stabbing spear.

When the distance was less than two meters, Singo swung the sword from diagonally below and directly cut off Noodles' slender neck.

Noodles' roar suddenly stopped, and the huge body separated from the head and was about to fall from mid-air.

The outcome is decided.

This is what everyone is thinking.

According to convention, in the duel between Red Scale Conquerors, the death of either side's mount means the end of the game.

As the saying goes, "Shoot the horse first when shooting a man", the knight who lost his flying dragon had no ability to resist at all.

Even the commentator was emotional and said: "The game is about to end! It was such a thrilling contest. Let us congratulate Singo in advance. Wait, what is that?"

The sudden change!

On the back of the headless two-legged flying dragon, Mantou suddenly threw off the reins and jumped up from the dragon saddle.

"Since we can't win this way, then——"

"I don't want to be a human anymore, Xin Gou!"

I saw red scales suddenly grow on Mantou's body surface, two huge wings grew on his back, and a tail protruded from behind.

"Roar!"

Mantou flapped his wings in the air, barely keeping his body steady, then pounced towards Singo with his claws and fangs bared.

The commentator's tone was particularly surprised: "Oh my God, the mantou contestant turned into a dragon!"

"This has never happened in any of the previous competitions! Is this the Mantou contestant's trump card?"

"It's incredible!"

On the platform, Tinija scratched her cheek in annoyance. She always felt that this power was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
Above the venue, Singo looked at the young dragon that pounced towards him, a smile showing that everything was under control on his face.

"As expected"

"Mantou, I guessed your trump card!"

Singo raised his right hand, and a long-hidden crossbow appeared on his wrist, equipped with sharp cross-shaped arrows.

That is the dragon's fatal arrow!
This thing is a definite contraband in the empire, but he acquired several from the Thrace region through his connections within the South Continent Company.

Singo aimed at the dragon's chest and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Whoosh-"

The cross-shaped arrow directly tore through the scales on Mantou's chest and pierced his heart.

"Ouch~~"

The baby dragon that Mantou transformed into let out a heart-wrenching howl and then fell to the ground.

Singo stood on the back of the wyvern, looking down at the fallen mantou, and whispered: "I'm sorry, mantou, you were fooled by me. There are no friends in the ring."

"Haha, I have collected all your information!" (End of this chapter)