The battle ended without warning.
The audience in front of the screen couldn't see anything clearly, they could only see the thunder light suddenly illuminating the sky, and accompanied by the terrifying sound of thunder, it seemed that another thunderbolt struck down, but it was a pity that the brightness was too high, and the live broadcast screen was A piece of white... When the thunder light dissipated, the white mist covering most of the battlefield also completely dissipated.
A cave with a diameter of about 20 meters appeared on the ground. Looking down from a high place... the cave is at least ten meters deep, and the deepest part is a dark patch full of beings. Scorch marks.
The audience could vaguely see a scorched person lying on the bottom of the cave, and outside the cave, the little celestial master stood calmly not far away, waving at the drone hovering in the sky.
"Arrange someone to come for first aid! He probably will die!"
The little celestial master is very confident in the thunder he summoned. It can be said that the thunder is the strongest he has summoned in the Kunlun Society so far. Originally, he wanted to save this thunder to attack Mr. Skeleton He hacked Chen Xian, but now it seems that...he can't keep it. In the Kunlun Club where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, even if he doesn't want to reveal some of his cards, he must reveal them, otherwise he has no chance of winning at all. .
Before that, even if he was killed, he would never have imagined that Zhou Songfo's strength would be so strong. If he couldn't use the unique alchemy of Wanxiang Senluo, maybe he would be the loser in this match... The ability is not enough to deal with Zhou Songfo, once he is entangled close to him, the consequences will be unimaginable. Losing the game is a trivial matter, and it is very possible to lose your life on the field!
In less than two minutes, the first aid team arranged by the organizer entered the scene. They lifted the unconscious Zhou Chanfo out of the pit as quickly as possible, and saw that his body was burnt extensively and smelled like burnt. The appearance, the first responders gasped in their hearts.
Being hit by that thunderbolt, he still didn't die... Is this kid's life so hard?
Zhou Chanfo's condition is very bad. As the little celestial master said, his condition looks almost like that of a half-dead person. If he is not treated in time, he may die within a few hours...
Skull fracture.
Extensive burns.
Congestion of various organs.
Blood flow in the body does not coagulate.
"Is there still help?" The little heavenly master walked to the emergency doctor and asked. Although he was very angry before, wishing to destroy Zhou Songfo, a foreigner, but now seeing his appearance so miserable, it was inevitable that he felt a little bit of pain in his heart. A trace of pity, "I see he is still breathing, and his heart is still beating... he shouldn't die, right?"
"I shouldn't be able to die." The doctor said without turning his head while giving first aid to Zhou Chanfo.
In the outside world, if someone suffers this kind of injury, then nine out of ten will die, but where is this place? This is the general arena of the Kunlun Club!
The organizer not only arranged dozens of top-notch medical emergency teams here, but also had sufficient medical supplies as a backing. Taking another 10,000 steps back... this place is not far from the headquarters of the Bureau of Secrets. Those who fail can be sent directly to the headquarters of the Bureau of Secrets, right
To put it bluntly, whether it is the Bureau of Keeping Secrets, Yinshi, or other aristocratic schools, most of them don't want to see outstanding juniors here. After all, this is just a game, there is no need Let people put their lives here, and save one is the goal of the organizer.
When the emergency team put Zhou Songfo on a stretcher and pushed him away, the little heavenly master suddenly saw Zhou Songfo's chest heaving violently a few times, and there was a whimpering sound from his mouth, and his bloodshot and red eyes were half-opened. It seems to want to say something.
Seeing Zhou Songfo lying on the stretcher staring at him, the little celestial master thought for a while, and finally decided to walk over slowly to see what he wanted to fart.
Did he want to apologize for his wanton behavior before
Or do you want to boast that this thunder has fulfilled the wish he made before
Thinking of this, the little celestial master suddenly became more curious, moved to Zhou Songfo's side, and took the initiative to ask a question.
"You want to talk?"
"you you... ... "
Zhou Chanfo's vocal cords seemed to be damaged by the lightning strike, and his voice was sickly hoarse, but the little celestial master could barely hear it.
"I'm here, just say what you have to say." The little heavenly master said very gently, already full of expectations for Zhou Chanfo's next words in his heart.
"You...you fucking..."
Hearing this trembling swearing, the little heavenly master was stunned for a long time before he could react. Before he could say anything, Zhou Chanfo continued tremblingly.
"You are so fucking insidious... I thought you would be struck to death by lightning... I didn't expect you to use yourself as an introduction... I despise you... .. .”
The more time passed, Zhou Chanfo's voice became more fluent, but it still sounded very hoarse and lacked strength, as if he would die if he said one more word.
After expressing his contempt for the little celestial master, Zhou Chanfo raised his index finger and pointed at the stretcher.
"Take it away!"
"..."
Is this a dying person
Did I read or hear right
They are so injured that they can still talk... Can we carry them away? !
"Does the doctor have anesthesia? Please give me a tube..." Zhou Songfo obviously talked a lot after he was seriously injured, but he was talking to these doctors and nurses, and it seemed that he didn't want to talk to the little celestial master , without even looking at him, "By the way, tell my brothers and sisters that I'm fine... lest they worry..."
"Oh! Good!"
Since the live broadcast has not been interrupted from the beginning to the end, the audience in front of the screen can see the performance of Zhou Songfo sitting up in shock in the dying illness... He is so injured that he still has the ability to speak, and he didn't let the thunder Cut to death, is this a normal person?
No, not normal.
Normal people are absolutely not qualified to participate in the Kunlun Games, let alone break into the top sixteen.
"Fuck! That kid is not dead?!"
Lu Yisheng was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. Looking at the black "charred corpse" in the live broadcast, the more he looked at it, the more he felt incredible... Could it be that the old boy is an insulator? He was burnt to this state by a lightning strike, but he hasn't been struck by a cardiac arrest. This old boy's physical fitness is good!
Seeing that Zhou Chanfo still had the strength to mock the little celestial master, Chen Xian and the others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the worries on their faces disappeared.
"It's fine if you don't die." Chen Xian let out a long sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It doesn't matter if you lose, it's a pity if you die."
"I thought he couldn't die from the very beginning!"
Li Daosheng unceremoniously started to make an afterthought, talking about popular science with everyone, dancing and dancing with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Little Celestial Master, he was a bit merciful, and Zhou Songfo didn't kill his friends, so he naturally couldn't have the motive to kill Zhou Songfo. He must be spared, at most, he would be chopped into a mummy!"
"Your statement... may not be reliable..."
Lu Yisheng muttered, although his strength is not as good as Chen Xian's, and there is no gap between him and Li Daosheng, but fortunately, his observation ability is relatively strong, so he can see some details that Li Daosheng ignored.
"It's not that you didn't watch the battle just now. For that matter, the sky thunder fell like a baton. Under such circumstances, it is impossible for the little celestial master to hold back, and there is no chance or room to hold back. "
"Yes, I think what Lao Lu said makes sense." Xu Yanan nodded, and compared to Li Daosheng's statement, she agreed with Lu Yisheng's analysis at the moment, "No one dares to hold back when you are beaten to death. Those who hold back their moves have a high chance of dying, unless the opponent also makes the same choice in a split second."
"That may be because his physical fitness is relatively strong."
Li Daosheng curled his lips, as if he still felt that his analysis made sense, but it hurt him that no one thought of going with him.
"Who will play against whom in the next game?" Li Daosheng reached out and took a bag of potato chips from the coffee table, opened them, and threw them into his mouth piece by piece.
Lu Yisheng picked up his phone and glanced at it, as if he was also looking forward to the next game.
"We will send you to the west for the championship team in Tibet... against the Huaxu descendants of the championship team in Shanxi Province!"
Chen Xian's eyes lit up. He also had a lot of curiosity about that mysterious stranger from Tibet. After all, that person's strength was still noticeable. The scene of him 1v6 in the previous thirty-two match was still vivid in his memory. Compared with the little celestial master, it shouldn't be much worse.
"I didn't expect to come to Qi Ping'an so soon...then we have to take a closer look at this match...that person's strength should be about the same as that of a little celestial master...we Had to guard against... ”