Universal system must die

Chapter 144, The Roaring Lion Fights Thousands of Machines

Jian Wudao followed him backstage with endless doubts.

It turned out that Wu Muta had joined the Hurricane Group, but his strength was hidden so deeply, why didn't he contact the Tang family?

From Jian Wudao's point of view, maybe he hides too deeply, making it impossible for outsiders to perceive his true strength.

"Ebony Tower, how are you?"

Looking at the person lying on the bed applying medicine, He Ming expressed concern.

Seeing He Ming, Wu Muta struggled to get up, but was held down by He Ming.

He is very aware of his own strength, even if his back is injured, the strength he unintentionally propped up is several hundred catties, yet He Ming easily held it down.

It turns out that He Ming is also a master.

"You are injured, don't get up."

"Mr. He, I..."

Wu Muta felt guilty from the bottom of his heart, and it would take about a week for the injury on his back to heal with such a strong body.

The game after an hour is likely to be affected by injuries.

Master duel, the difference is a thousand miles away.

Suddenly his eyes turned to behind He Ming, and he found that Jian Wudao was also there, so he couldn't help feeling angry.

"What are you doing here, are you making fun of me?"

"I come……"

Jian Wudao suddenly felt that it was really inappropriate for him to come, and hurting someone like this could be regarded as ruining someone's future.

But he actually kept his hands back. If Feijian's attack was not on the back of the vest, but on the back of the waist, Wu Muta might not even be able to stand up.

Wumuta struggled to sit up and looked at Jian Wudao coldly. He was about to drive him away when he was stopped by He Ming.

"Wumuta, how are your injuries? Are you confident in dealing with Qianji?"

"I... I will do my best."

Wu Muta was a little bit unashamed, he felt ashamed for failing to live up to He Ming's expectations.

I really didn't expect Jian Wudao to use his ultimate move from the very beginning, if he was careful he wouldn't get hurt.

"Don't worry, I understand your injury, so I'm here with good news."

"What good news?"

Could it be that Qianji has withdrawn from the competition?

He Ming took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to Wuwumu Pagoda, "There are two elixir inside, swallow one, and crush the other into mud to smear on the wound, it will heal in more than an hour."

"Really, what kind of medicine is this?"

Wu Muta couldn't believe it, this elixir must be very valuable!

"Tier 2 Healing Pill, don't worry about using it, I'll wait for you to defeat Qianji."

"Mr. He, I..."

Wu Muta's moved eyes were a little moist. He Ming had spent so much resources to train him, which was far beyond his value.

He felt that all the words of thanks could no longer express the excitement in his heart.

"I didn't give you the medicine. What do you think you have no way to do?"

"What, the medicine was brought by Jian Wudao."

"That's right, he felt guilty for hurting you, so he came to see you with me."

"Jian Wudao, you... thank you."

Wu Muta did not expect Jian Wudao to be so magnanimous, and the two of them could say that they had formed a death feud.

Jian Wudao was stunned, the medicine was not his own, why did He Ming help him, he was always open-minded, how could he receive favors for no reason.

"No, that elixir..."

Just about to explain, He Ming interrupted him, "Wudao, we all understand your kindness, let Wu Muta rest, let's go out."

Wu Muta was touched, clasped his fists to Jian Wudao and said: "Wudao, thank you. But I interrupted your spirit sword, I'm really sorry, but don't worry, I will definitely come back and give you a new spirit sword."

Seeing that there is no more grudge in the Wumu Pagoda, He Ming smiled and said: "Don't worry, his sword has been handed over to me, and I have a way to repair it."

The two walked out of the room, Wu Muta thought for a while and understood He Ming's good intentions.

It must be that he was willing to help Jian Wudao cultivate his sword, so Jian Wudao took out the elixir to heal himself.

He sighed, he owed He Ming more and more, how could he repay that.

Outside the door, Jian Wudao also figured out why He Ming did this.

He and Wu Muta are about to work together, and it is not acceptable to have hatred for each other. He Ming gave medicine to make Wu Muta think it was him, so as to ease the relationship between the two.

"Mr. He, thank you. The spirit sword is repaired, and I will keep my promise."

With a deep bow, Jian Wudao sincerely.

Waving his hands and returning to the VIP room, Wang Hua's admiration for He Ming rose to a higher level again.

"Boss, you are still awesome, and you have taken in two more people who are determined to win."

"Brother Wang, I'm joking. It's them who deserve me to do this. They are all like Tang Song. I won't pay attention to them at all."

"indeed."

Wang Hua secretly admired it, it was comfortable to work with He Ming, and he admired it from the bottom of his heart.

Although He Ming spent a lot of S coins, he felt that it was worth it. Obedience on the surface, or obedience to administrative orders is very cheap.

Those who sincerely obey him will achieve 120 points in what he arranges, and those who obey on the surface can get a passing grade.

An hour after intermission.

He Ming arranged for people from the organizing committee to delay the time a little, which made people think that Wu Muta was seriously injured and was recovering and preparing to play.

The odds for both sides are out.

0.35: 2.15.

If Qianji won, he could earn thirty-five cents for one dollar, and if Wu Muta won, he could earn two dollars and fifteen cents for one dollar.

There are some unpopular ones, but most of them still buy thousands of machines to win.

Tang Licheng proudly looked around and did not see He Ming. He was not worried that He Ming's words would not count. If that was the case, the Tang family would make him understand the consequences of despising the Tang family.

Just when the audience was waiting impatiently, Wu Muta dragged his tired body to the arena.

"Qianji, here I come."

"Admit defeat, I don't want to hurt you again."

"Ha ha."

Umuta's lips turned white, as if the injury was more serious, and a thick bandage was wrapped around his body, which seemed to bind the wound tightly.

"I won't lose. I have a backup plan specifically designed to deal with you."

"It's useless, whether you are pretending to be mysterious or you really have it, you can't exert your power like this."

Qianji could see clearly, he was even notified by Tang Licheng.

The medical staff who bought him clearly saw that he was seriously injured and he was not capable of fighting for a long time.

Even playing it safe will kill him.

"Let's get started and stop talking nonsense."

The bell rang, the referee started shouting, and the two quickly entered the state.

"In order to show respect to you, I will use the strongest means."

He took out the Thousand Planes Disk, and after saying nothing, a spiritual light quickly flew out of the disk and flew towards the Ebony Tower.

"roar~"

The roar of the wild lion appeared again, which seemed to make people think that he no longer wanted to hide it.

The two sides attacked fiercely.

Qianji clearly didn't want to fight him in close quarters, and kept wandering away.

He kept using all his skills and spells, desperately forcing Ebony Tower to retreat, and soon he was at the edge of the ring.

"It's useless, you can persist until now, you have worked hard, you admit defeat!"

"I won't admit defeat."

Wu Muta struggled with all his strength, as if a tiger was still fighting, and suddenly launched a suicide charge.

"You can't hide, why don't you hide at all, then let you be defeated by this trick!"

Qianji put away his attack and began to accumulate energy, speaking non-stop.

After a while, a hurricane formed by spiritual light appeared, roaring towards the ebony tower with great power.

At this moment, only a loud shout was heard.

"Exploding Spiritual Power—"

The flames of light suddenly took over Ebony Tower, and his whole body was boiling with spiritual energy, like a burning bull rushing towards the opponent.

(End of this chapter)