"The ninth game, Yu Zhouzhou versus Jiang Baocheng."
Following the examiner's order, Yu Zhouzhou entered the designated battle field and summoned a blue spirit card with a flip of his hand.
However, the contestant standing opposite her only had a green light in his palm.
The next moment, the game began. A long-haired female ghost in a blue-black robe flew by, stretched out her two bone claws, and rushed straight towards the skeleton soldier in rotten armor, and resolved the battle with great ease.
Seeing this, Zhou Chuan slowly stood up. The sky was bright and the sun was shining brightly, so he handed his coat to Gao Chun who was also in the waiting area.
"Come on." Gao Chun said softly.
Zhou Chuan nodded slightly and walked towards the venue. He just happened to pass by Yu Zhouzhou and caught her inquiring look. He then said softly, "It's not a big problem."
"A classic scene of pretending to be awesome but then getting slapped in the face. Don't let me down."
Yu Zhouzhou replied in a low voice and trotted to the waiting area.
Zhou Chuan shook his head and looked at the nine contestants who were eyeing him eagerly, and couldn't help but smile.
"Are you ready?" He Lengfeng asked.
"no problem."
Everyone answered in unison, looking at Zhou Chuan with a serious look, and no one was willing to be the first to speak out.
"According to President Fu's instructions, since the level of the spiritual card made by Zhou Chuan is too high, the nine players can play together in the next game. However, Zhou Chuan will also be allowed to use other self-made cards, regardless of type. Does anyone have any objections?"
He Lengfeng suddenly spoke.
"If we win, who should get that spot?" a contestant asked.
"The one that defeated his Spirit Card." He Lengfeng was as concise as ever: "If Zhou Chuan used two Spirit Cards, and they were defeated by different people, the association would add an extra promotion spot, allowing both of them to advance."
"Understood."
"Then let's get ready to start." He Lengfeng retreated out of the battle area and waved his hand to signal the start of the game.
The next moment, nine green lights rose up at the same time, illuminating the entire square like a grassland, so green that it made people's scalps numb.
Only Zhou Chuan was able to escape the disaster because of the magnificent purple light.
In the waiting area, Gao Chun looked at this scene from afar and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Nine against one... Does President Fu trust Zhou Chuan so much?"
"That's inevitable. When the protagonist starts to act cool, the whole world has to make way for him."
At this moment, a clear voice sounded beside him, with a hint of pride in the tone.
"The protagonist?" Gao Chun turned his head and glanced at Yu Zhouzhou. They were classmates in elementary school. Although they were not very familiar with each other, they knew each other and could say a few words to each other. "There is only one protagonist among a million people. No matter how good Zhou Chuan is, he can't crush these nine masters."
After thinking for a moment, he added: "Even if we win, it won't be one-sided."
"That may not be the case." Yu Zhouzhou was obviously very confident in Zhou Chuan. With his hands on his hips, he looked like a lackey of a villain in a novel: "Young man, don't jump to conclusions. You'll get slapped in the face."
"Oh?" Gao Chun shrugged without comment.
Yu Zhouzhou chuckled upon seeing this, and said silently: "Sure enough, a supporting actor of this level won't surrender until he's slapped in the face." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile as if he was watching a show.
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However, after a burst of light appeared on the field, eleven figures stood on the stage in a confrontation posture.
Under the protection of the Black and White Impermanence, Zhou Chuan silently took out the Ghost Wall, held it between his fingers, and looked at the nine ghost shadows opposite from him, with a look of caution on his face.
To be honest, he was not as confident as Yu Zhouzhou imagined.
After all, his advantage actually lies in the ancient Chinese knowledge. In terms of mental strength and command skills, he is not much stronger than the nine people on the opposite side.
Not to mention that he had spent a lot of energy in creating Bai Wuchang, so he was not just sitting back and waiting for the opportunity to work.
If this match wasn't a one-on-many match instead of a round-robin match, he would really have a chance of losing.
Although the current situation is not very good, at least the winning rate is higher and the training can be more comprehensive.
For him, whose goal is to achieve a good result in the finals, this is a necessary test.
"Preemptive strike."
As the voice in his heart sounded, two figures, one black and one white, rushed out instantly, leaving only a soul-calling banner with a faint glow of fireflies hanging in front of Zhou Chuan.
There were also nine ghosts, including the hanged ghost, the water ghost, the red evil spirit, the starving ghost, the drunkard, etc. They were either attacking, or blocking, or guarding, trying to resist the offensive of the Black and White Impermanence in various ways.
The dark and gloomy energy swept along with the surging air waves, which collided in the air and formed thick black clouds that pressed down.
In an environment of extremely low visibility, wherever the soul-catching chains and mourning sticks passed, there were ghosts howling and wolves howling.
Almost at the moment when the spirit was knocked unconscious by Bai Wuchang, a pitch-black chain locked its body from behind and threw it out like a meteor hammer.
Due to the limitation of his mental strength, Black and White Impermanence could not tear open a gap in the tide of ghosts for a while.
But as time went on, the excellent qualities of both gradually emerged, and the opposing camp began to lose members.
First, the effect of the bond of life and death will be triggered from time to time, and a "dying" card can be taken away unexpectedly.
In addition, due to Hei Wuchang’s peaceful nature, the unlucky drunkards were directly “cleared out” as the fight went on.
If it were just this, the opposing camp could still barely tolerate it.
But in a long battle, Bai Wuchang may come at any time to make money and refresh the status of himself and Hei Wuchang.
If it weren't for the limitation of Zhou Chuan's own mental strength, the two of them could almost form a perfect closed loop, and the state they presented was far better than when Hei Wuchang opened the mountain hero spirit alone.
But as the chains flew, the mourning sticks followed closely, and in a short period of time, only four ghost spirit cards were left in the enemy camp.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhou Chuan seized the opportunity and threw the skill card in his hand.
With his powerful arm strength, the card drew a swift arc in the air, just like the skill of a card master, and rushed straight into the enemy camp, turning into a dark green light that enveloped the four ghosts.
They were already at a disadvantage, and the moment they were covered they went into a state of stiffness, frozen in place.
His eyes, filled with hostility, showed a look of confusion and distress, and no matter how the four contestants shouted, he did not respond.
At this time, Hei Wuchang attacked suddenly, and the soul-catching chain wrapped around the mourning stick came whistling, followed by sharp hooks and claws, and the pitch-black edge flashed across four ghost shadows in an instant.
It was like a sand castle on the beach was kicked hard by a naughty child. The already ethereal spirit body suddenly broke apart, and the negative energy fled in all directions. Under the guidance of the soul-summoning flag, it turned into four spirit cards and fell down.
The battle is over.
"Zhou Chuansheng."