After the hero is awakened, Lu Chuan can not only improve part of his strength, but also share the hero's attributes and abilities.
The attribute of Jana is wind. Lu Chuan also possesses the wind of Jana, but this wind is attached to him invisibly, unlike Jana, which can impose wind on other people. .
With the help of the artistic conception of the wind, and after Lu Chuan was promoted, his speed, power, and explosive power have improved in all aspects. Lu Chuan's speed was urged to the extreme at this moment, not disappearing in place, just leaving behind. shadow.
Solo sank and finally caught a trace of Lu Chuan.
"Here!" Solo smiled darkly, with a sword in his hand that contained energy fluctuations. Before he swung it, a flash of astonishment suddenly flashed in his eyes.
quick.
It's too fast.
Only a few seconds have passed since he caught Lu Chuan's figure and now he is lifting the sword and preparing to swing it, but the figure jumped to his side from a certain distance, and the sword pierced him straight.
"Ding Ling!" The sword in Solo's hand fell to the ground, his eyes converged into a single point, his pupils contracted, reflecting a sharp sword tip, cold sweat on his forehead slowly stayed, and his Adam's apple moved. I want to say something, but I can't say anything.
If he were on the battlefield of the battle of life and death at this time, he would have died.
"When you are really against the enemy, no one will give you time to condense the ultimate move of the strongest state." Lu Chuan said coldly, retracted the Duolan sword in his hand, and slowly walked towards the stage.
Solo's body fell weakly and slowly, and fell to his knees, no more fighting spirit in his eyes.
"Lu Chuan wins." Seeing that Solo had lost his intent to fight, the white-robed old man faintly announced the result from his mouth.
As the results were announced, the audience fell into silence.
Almost none of them was optimistic about Lu Chuan just now, because he was unknown and he was the exclusive knight of the prince of waste.
How can a person who doesn't have much strength invite a strong knight? Moreover, the situation of the royal family is now deteriorating. As long as the capable knights weigh in their hearts, they will not stand in line to their royal family.
But that guy who was not optimistic about everyone, just like this easily solved the opponent.
"Hehe, that Solo is just a waste. With the support of Lord Chrissy, he has only reached the strength of the brass 4 stars. Losing is also deserved."
"That's right, I can't say that the dirt boy is strong, but Solo is too useless."
After a moment of silence, the audience again found excuses for their cynicism.
Most of them are not samurai, but just a group of onlookers who join in the excitement. For Lu Chuan's easy spike opponent, they really can't see why, they only think that Lu Chuan won by opportunism. What's more, Solo himself is too weak. Will lose to Lu Chuan.
Lu Chuan chose to ignore the discussion in the audience. Before they have come up with enough strength to prove themselves, they will always be looked down upon. This is a phenomenon that will exist no matter which world or region they are in.
"Huh, Jarvan, your knight is very good!" Kriss snorted coldly, with no compliment in her tone. She glanced at Solo who fell on the stage, "What a useless waste."
After all, she left Jarvan with a look of displeasure, and coldly dropped a word, "Don't be proud too early, you are just lingering frogs at the bottom of the well."
Jarvan narrowed his eyes, staring at Chrissy's back, thoughtfully.
This woman, I am afraid, was also drawn away by that secret force.
Seeing Lu Chuan slowly stepping off the stage, Jarvan hurried up to meet him again, "Warrior Lu Chuan, you have worked hard."
"It's that guy who underestimated the enemy too much. In the constant offensive, there were many flaws, otherwise I would not be so relaxed." Lu Chuan waved his hand modestly and said with a chuckle.
With the end of Lu Chuan's match, the third round of the contest immediately began on the Wuhui field.
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In the next few knockout games, Lu Chuan secretly paid attention to the three people. Almost all of them swept their opponents in a crushing posture as soon as they came on the field. The samurai who can represent the forces behind them in this kind of military meeting are not strong enough. It will be too weak. If it is said to pick out the best match to fight, then the audience will vote for Lu Chuan and Solo without mercy.
Among this group of people, for the audience, the weakest strength is nothing more than that game. At the level of other games, the samurai have at least the strength of the brass 3 stars.
Being able to achieve victory with a sweeping posture on this martial stage shows that his hidden strength is stronger.
As time progressed, after the first round of the elimination round, there were eight remaining participating samurai. As the weakest character in the audience's mind, Lu Chuan barely squeezed into the eighth place last train.
The white-robed old man came on the field and announced that before the quarter-finals, the players will be given a half-hour intermission. The audience in the audience was discussing in private. When the champion of this martial arts event was going to be spent, a voice was heard. Sounded from the crowd.
"Buy to leave, buy to leave, choose the samurai in your heart that will win the championship, and invest a small amount of money, but you will have a great return!" A middle-aged man who is not tall The man, holding a small wooden board that said the samurai currently entering the top eight, shouted in the middle of the auditorium.
Because the quarter-finals had not officially started at this time, most of the spectators were bored and bored. Suddenly they found a more interesting betting game, so they rushed forward and asked the man in the betting game, "Dude, you guys. How is the gambling game set up?"
"According to the odds of the final champion, I will give you cash back. For example, in the first round of the quarterfinals, Morton's odds are 1 to 3. You buy him to win the championship, a gold coin, he If you win, you can get three gold coins." The gambling man grinned, showing his mouthful of yellow teeth.
"What about Hister's odds?" an audience member asked.
Hister, who played in the seventh round of the knockout round, is said to be the exclusive knight of the Willy family, the first family of Demacia. His own strength has faintly reached the brass 1 star. In terms of strength alone, he is currently among the players. The strongest one, if nothing goes wrong, his probability of winning is extremely high.
The gambling man lowered his head to settle his mental calculations, then looked up, "Hirst's odds are 1.2 to 1, 1 gold coin to 1 gold coin plus 20 silver coins."
"So few?"
"That's natural. Heist's probability of winning the championship was originally high. If the odds are higher, am I going to lose money?" The gambling man Tanshou explained.
The audience thought for a while, and found that the same is true. Hister's current strength is shown. The probability of winning is more than 90%. It is definitely not a fool who starts the game. When it is clear that Hister is about to win the championship, Open very high odds, it is really a blood loss.
However, even if the odds are not high, it is still a bit profitable, and there are many people who bet against Hist at a time.
But there are also some spectators with a gambler's mentality. The sword goes slant and puts the bet on some samurai with a lower probability of winning, but the odds are higher. If there is an upset, one loses three and one loses. Five, it can be considered a small fortune.
After all, it is only the quarter-finals. Those samurai must have their hole cards. The strength on the surface is not enough to judge everything.
When everyone was betting on the favorites to win the championship, and occasionally a few people would bet on some medium-looking warriors, the man in the game suddenly felt that the trouser legs were being pulled by someone. He lowered his head and found out. A fluffy little civet cat squinted at him.
"What's the matter, little cat." The gambling man showed a bright smile, although the mouthful of big yellow teeth were very garish.
"We want to ask if there is a samurai named Lu Chuan in your gambling game." Timo asked with his head up.
"Yes, I have."
"What are his odds?"
"1 loses 32. So far, no customer has bought him. He only has the strength of 4 brass stars. He really doesn't have the qualifications to win the championship, even if he can't make it through the semifinals." The gambling man said.
"Hey, here's a gold coin. This is the wife we've saved for a long time." Timo hesitated for a long time, then pulled out a golden gold coin from his little belly pocket, stretched out his paw and handed it to the gambling man on tiptoe. .
"What? You want to buy Lu Chuan?" The gambling man was slightly surprised.
"No, let's buy Sister. Make another money for milk powder, even though we don't have a wife yet." Timo smiled thiefly, and the eyes that were almost invisible were narrowed at this time. A seam.
"Your choice is wise, kitty, you will earn it." One person and one cat's paw gently shook hands, which was quite pleasant to cooperate.
[Thank you for the rewards from the friends of "Piaoyi" and "Blue Fire"
(づ￣3￣)づ】
[Today I will work harder and strive for three changes at noon tomorrow]