next morning.
Wang Hao sat cross-legged on the messy bed, his body trembled, a terrifying air flow shot out from his body, and the room was filled with an invisible wind.
"The warrior is at the eighth level, and his strength has become much stronger." Wang Hao opened his eyes and clenched his fists, which doubled the strength of the warrior at the seventh level.
"Bang bang bang..." There was a knock on the door.
Wang Hao was taken aback for a moment, it is a miracle that there are still people from his family!
When Wang Hao opened the door, he saw Ke Yong standing at the door nodding and bowing, "Hi, Young Master Wang, we meet again."
Wang Hao squinted his eyes and looked at Ke Yong. He was so arrogant last time, but now? There is absolutely something wrong with this fucking!
"Wang Shao, last time there were too many people, so I couldn't let you take away the three-level automatic pistol. You see, after the matter was over, I sent it to you as soon as possible. I also specially equipped with five magazines, a total of fifty rounds bullets." Ke Yong handed the gift box to Wang Hao with a heartache on his face, and the fifty rounds of bullets cost him more than five million yuan.
Wang Hao opened the box, and there was a silver automatic pistol with the word "Silver Wolf" written on it. All five magazines were filled with bullets and neatly placed in the box.
"A third-level damage weapon, the Silver Wolf Automatic Gun." Wang Hao caressed the Silver Wolf Automatic Gun. Not only was it fast enough, but it also had a very powerful explosive power. No.
Of course, the prerequisite is that you can hold the pistol tightly, and don't be blown away by the recoil of the gun itself.
"Young Master Wang, see if you can say something nice in front of Mr. Gao." Ke Yong was relieved to see Wang Hao accepting it.
Wang Hao squinted his eyes and smiled. It turned out that the director was also invited yesterday, "Well, for your sincerity, next time I see Uncle Gao, I will tell you something for you."
"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for successfully accepting bribes and getting 3000 villain points."
Wang Hao rolled his eyes, this kind of thing can also get the villain point, it's so... so cool.
"Thank you, Young Master Wang, for your support. Let me know if you have anything to do in the future." Ke Yong thanked again and again, "I won't delay Young Master Wang from going to the competition, so I'll leave now."
"Contest!"
Surprised, Wang Hao rushed into the room to wash up, then went out and boarded the Jiaolong, soaring to the sky, hoping that the Hundred Schools Competition hadn't started yet.
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Eleven High School.
Principal Zhongli's face turned black, Wang Hao, a little bastard, dared to be late on the day of the hundred schools' hegemony, it was so fucking hateful.
The students from Eleven High School around were obviously getting impatient.
"What the hell is this bitch Wang Hao doing!?"
"Who knows, it must have done nothing good."
"If we don't leave quickly, we will be late for the eleventh high school class."
"Wang Hao is really not a thing. It's fine if he is late, but he will also implicate my goddess Weiwei and Lexuan."
"Goddess, she has become a woman now!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Wang Hao is the bait that the principal put out. My goddess is still pure."
"Young man, do you fucking believe this kind of thing? What kind of thing is Wang Hao? You don't have any clues in your heart!?"
"Student, don't deceive yourself, the three goddesses of Eleven High School are no longer pure."
"I don't believe that my goddess is still pure."
"Forget it, this guy has gone mad, I hope he will live in a dream forever."
"..."
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, there was a huge engine roar, and the students looked up and saw the Jiaolong landing vertically.
"This is the Jiaolong!?" The students exclaimed for a while. The Jiaolong is a private spaceship, which is definitely something that rich people can afford.
When Wang Hao came out of the Jiaolong, all the students rubbed their eyes, how could this poor Wang Hao afford to drive a private spaceship!
"Bastard, hurry up, we're going to be late." Principal Zhongli blew his beard and stared, lifted Wang Hao up and threw him into a small plane.
"Hey, old man, I'm leaving, what about my Jiaolong!?" Wang Hao shouted.
Principal Zhongli glared at Wang Hao, "Whoever dares to touch this old man here, remember to behave well to this old man."
Hearing this, Wang Hao could only get into the small plane honestly and sat next to Le Xuan.
Xia Weiwei glared at Wang Hao, and couldn't help but snorted coldly, apparently still remembering Wang Hao's kissing her yesterday.
After a while, the transport plane started and disappeared into the sky.
The students of Eleven High School cheered. From this moment on, they have graduated, and now they just need to go home and wait for the start of the Battle of Hundred Schools.
For this hundred-school hegemony, ten satellites will be aimed at the arena 24/7 and broadcast live in all directions.
…
on a small plane.
Le Xuan ignored Wang Hao's teasing, and took out a black suitcase. After opening it, there was a second-class revolver with hundreds of bullets, a second-class saber, various ammunition mines, and several grenades.
Xia Weiwei also ignored Wang Hao's thoughts, and also took out a long black box, carrying a giant sword taller than her behind her back, with a hilt hanging on her waist. Land mines, some grenades.
The corner of Wang Hao's mouth twitched, what are these women doing with so many ammunition? Are you going to blow up the playing field?
"Wang Hao, what is your weapon!?" Le Xuan asked.
"Ahem!"
Wang Hao coughed to hide his embarrassment. Compared with these two women, his equipment was completely different.
A first-level invisibility cloak is basically useless in front of a martial artist.
A first-level dagger can do very limited damage to martial artists.
Second-level inferior electromagnetic rings can at most have a little paralyzing effect on martial artists, and it is basically useless to deal damage.
The only thing he could use was the third-level silver wolf automatic gun, but his current cultivation was fundamentally insufficient. Even if he could shoot, the recoil would not be something he could bear as a warrior at the eighth level.
"This is what you prepared!?" Xia Weiwei looked at what Wang Hao took out, and couldn't help rubbing her forehead.
If it is a group arena, these equipments are indeed enough, but they are going to participate in a big melee now, and it is a melee with no rules, such as landmines and grenades, which are disposable and have no use requirements. Big killers will definitely appear.
Someone even opened the mecha. With Wang Hao's current equipment, it is no different from courting death if it matches.
"Actually, the weapons prepared by Wang Hao are really good." Le Xuan picked up the Silver Wolf automatic gun and wiped it lightly, as if seeing her lover.
"But after one blow, the recoil will definitely break the arm, which is a suicide attack." Xia Weiwei shook her head.
Le Xuan put down the silver wolf gun, took out a few landmines and grenades and handed them to Wang Hao, "Put these on your body for self-defense. When the game starts, Weiwei and I will be the main attackers. You can find the right time to shoot from the sidelines."
Wang Hao was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Le Xuan and Xia Weiwei carefully, and found that the two women had already reached the first level of martial arts. No wonder they looked down on him so much and asked him to play as a support...