In the afternoon, the sun sets in the west, and only the last ten mercenaries remain.

Nine people are S-level, one is D-level.

"Damn it... a D-level mercenary won 27 consecutive games!"

"The first record set by Senior Sister Nie Linglong was only 28 games..."

"But it's over, and Ye Wanwan didn't even meet an S-level mercenary."

"Hmph, this class, many powerful S-level mercenaries did not participate. Like the senior brother of Death, they didn't even come... How could she enter the top ten if she was not as good as her!"

"No. 8, Ye Wanwan, No. 2, Meng Ke!"

Soon, the referee announced.

As the referee finished speaking, the audience was silent and the needle could be heard.

Meng Ke looked cold and walked slowly onto the ring.

"Junior Sister Mengke, remember to show mercy." Suddenly, Mengke laughed coldly in the top ten seats.

"Senior brother, I will try my best." Meng Ke said lightly.

On the ring, Ye Wanwan stared at Meng Ke, then looked at Meng Tian on the top ten seats.

"Let's wait!"

Suddenly, Ye Wanwan spoke.

Hearing this, the audience looked at Ye Wanwan.

Is this going to give up?!

But it is understandable. After all, Ye Wanwan is an old disciple of the palace. When Elder Lei He meets her, she will not show mercy.

Mr. Gong nodded with great satisfaction. It was already very good to be able to enter the top ten. Even if Ye Wanwan now knows the Great Compassion Palm, she would not be Meng Ke’s opponent. It is reasonable to admit defeat and is also a tactic.

Immediately, Meng Ke glanced at Ye Wanwan.

If Ye Wanwan wants to admit defeat, she can't stop her. This woman is a bit smart.

At the VIP seat, Shura Lord had no expression on his face and his eyes slowly fell on Ye Wanwan.

"Player No. 8, what's your problem?"

Soon, the referee walked onto the ring and looked at Ye Wanwan and asked.

"I think this kind of competition is meaningless." Ye Wanwan said to the referee.

No point?

As Ye Wanwan finished speaking, everyone in the audience looked inexplicably.

What does it mean if it doesn't make any sense...

"I'm going to surrender, I guess I'm a little unwilling to accept it. Before surrender, I'll show off my verbal power... There's nothing I can do about this, but this junior sister is already very strong. In history, the first D-level mercenary in Chiyan Academy has entered the top ten martial arts exchange conference!"

"It is wise to surrender. After all, when encountering an S-level mercenary like Meng Ke, it is still a disciple of Elder Lei He. The enemy is narrow. Ye Wanwan, I heard that she is the registered disciple of Mr. Gong."

...

On the ring, the referee frowned and said, "What do you want."

"In addition to Meng Ke." Ye Wanwan looked at the top ten mats, raised her right arm slightly, and pointed her index finger at Meng Tian: "I want to challenge him."

"What?!"

The referee was full of surprise. In addition to Meng Ke, he also had to challenge Meng Tian?!

"What do you mean is that you will win the battle with Meng Ke. After defeating Meng Ke, you will compete with Meng Tian?" the referee asked with some uncertainty.

"I mean..." Ye Wanwan shook her head: "Let Meng Ke and Meng Tian go together."

As Ye Wanwan finished her words, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Don’t talk about others, even Mr. Gong in the VIP seat was surprised that his disciple was crazy?

"Damn...Where does Ye Wanwan get her confidence?!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"Catch two S-level mercenaries, Meng Ke and Meng Tian at the same time?! That is to say, one fights two?"

"What a joke? Is Meng Tian's strength one level higher than Meng Ke? She wants to choose two people by one?!"
Chapter completed!