League of Legends God-level Summoner

Have you entered the semi-finals? Jiawen looked at Lu Chuan who was slowly walking down from the stage.

This result was not beyond his expectation. Jiawen had also expected that Lu Chuan would make it to the semi-finals, but he was slightly surprised that Lu Chuan made it so easily.

When he used the flaming sword on the stage just now, Jiawen felt that he only used less than half of his strength. Perhaps it was to hide his strength, or maybe he just gave up the subsequent concentration in order to release the flaming sword as quickly as possible. .

Handsome guy, you won again, that's great! Ah Li winked at Lu Chuan and said with a smile, but Lu Chuan rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Hey, um... Janna called out to Lu Chuan at this time. Lu Chuan looked at her slightly surprised, but found that she was still holding a small handkerchief in her hand, and handed it to him with a somewhat unnatural look, Hi ...You must be tired after a fight...

Lu Chuan was startled, then laughed softly, took the handkerchief from Janna's hand, Thank you.

Janna just stood aside with a slightly red face, staring at Lu Chuan wiping his sweat with her handkerchief, silently.

While everyone was happy for Lu Chuan, only one person felt anxious.

Oh, why did we win again? Why did we win again? Timo sighed with a frown on his face. It would be a bit bad if this situation continues to develop.

The older brother I follow seems a bit strong...

Soon, the old man in white robe announced the second game, and Lu Chuan also frowned and looked towards the stage. After advancing to the quarterfinals, the selected warriors will show at least part of their trump cards. At this time, they can know the opponent's One more trump card, and one more chance of winning.

One of the people who appeared in the second round had a thick beard, and a faint evil aura appeared on his body from time to time, which made Lu Chuan couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Generally speaking, no matter how high their cultivation and strength are, these warriors born in noble families rarely fight against others, and they are not like the mercenary groups who walk through mountains of swords and seas of fire all day long.

It’s not that their aura is not fierce, but in comparison, their killing intent is naturally not as strong as that of people from certain professions. For example, Galen is sitting on the trial bench. His whole body has been worn out by many battles. He has developed a blood-soaked aura, and just by sitting there and concentrating his aura, you can feel the strong fluctuations of killing intent from his body.

But why does the bearded man on the stage have such strong murderous intent?

Lu Chuan was more distracted by the big beard and found that the moves he used in the second round were also extremely cruel. They were not like the moves that ordinary knights would learn, but more like a bandit. Like a gangster, every move carries the ruthless energy of a desperado.

The other guy who competed with Big Beard in the second round also had a stubborn temper. He knew clearly that he couldn't beat Big Beard, but he gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. He shouted that he would rather die for the glory of the Knights.

As a result, Big Beard knocked him unconscious, and he only had one breath left.

Lu Chuan estimated that if it weren't for the heavy restrictions in this martial arts tournament, the bearded man's final blow just now might have killed the man directly.

Even though the martial arts association clearly stipulates that no killing is allowed, the opponent had already been beaten to a state of disgrace before he passed out.

Which knight does this guy belong to? Lu Chuan turned to ask Jiawen.

Jiawen also locked eyes and said, I don't know. I have never seen him in previous martial arts competitions. His own strength is only at Brass 3 Star, but I feel that his real strength is much more than that.

Lu Chuan also agreed with this. A high-level warrior can suppress his own aura. If Lu Chuan only suppressed his own skill strength, then the bearded man in front of him suppressed his. True strength.

His cultivation level may be at Brass 2 Star, or it may be even better, reaching Brass 1 Star.

These can only be understood when facing him in person.

In the third round of competition, it was time for the much-anticipated Hist match. Hist was a very handsome knight, wearing a silver-white windbreaker, with burgundy hair swaying in the breeze, and a handsome face with a smile on his face. There is a touch of coldness, and the weapon is a huge broad sword.

His appearance almost ignited the enthusiasm of all the onlookers. They seemed to be cheering for their husbands, waving flags and shouting with overwhelming momentum.

Hist! Come on! I'm going to give you a monkey!

Histor! Stop talking! Hurry up and hit me hard!

Husband! I love you!!

Facing the shouts of a group of nymphomaniacs, which were also mixed with the wild and uninhibited roars of several foot-picking men, Lu Chuan twitched the corners of his mouth with black lines on his face, Are the girls in this world also chasing stars? Are they all so crazy? , Fortunately, Janna and the others are relatively rational.

As soon as Lu Chuan finished speaking, his eyes darkened and he saw Teemo at his feet...

Histor! Come on! We're going to give you a monkey! What's wrong with us! Love us! Teemo waved his little paws and desperately cheered for Histe on the stage. Lu Chuan almost spit out three liters of old blood in one mouthful, He slapped Teemo's cuckold away.

Aren't you a fucking old man!

Big men also have the right to like big men, right! Timo picked up the cuckold with his short legs, patted it down and put it on him with dissatisfaction.

...

Lu Chuan thought that he should stay away from Teemo in the future. A good cat would bend as he pleases. This Valoran continent is probably poisonous.

Of course, what he didn't know was that Teemo had put all his money on Hist, which he had saved for a long time. His love for Hist was definitely no less than that of those girls who screamed for their lives. .

Although Hist's appearance is quite good, his strength is directly proportional to his appearance. This can be seen from the fact that he defeated his opponent in just one minute.

Retracting the broad sword in his hand, Hist walked off the stage with a cold expression, his windbreaker swaying with his steps, swaying wantonly.

The girls watching in the audience screamed with their throats hoarse, just because Hester could take a look at them when he passed by them.

Everyone who has reached the semi-finals seems to be not easy... Lu Chuan mused. As of now, almost everyone who has reached the semi-finals has swept across the country with an absolutely crushing attitude. Not even a third of the opponent's strength has been exposed.

It's not that the other people who entered the top eight are very weak. To use Jiawen's original words, the level of this year's martial arts competition seems to be more than double that of previous years. Some of the samurai participating in the competition were too strong. As a result, those samurai who achieved high rankings last year could not even make it to the semi-finals this year.

Perhaps this also secretly indicates that Demacia will undergo earth-shaking changes this year.

[Sorry, I drank a little bit of wine yesterday and my head was groggy. I coded a chapter and went to bed without taking off my clothes. Of course, this is not an excuse. I just want to say... Come on! Come and chop me to death if you don't accept it! Let's hurt each other! 】

[Above ↑↑ Dear audience members, please don’t argue with me (face covering), I was wrong, I was so wrong, I am working hard to type words now, begging the audience members to love me again (get down on the ground and wave the white flag)]