Seeing the man in a golden robe strode away, the remaining mercenaries looked at each other.

The man in the golden robe who had just given up was already a medium-level S-level mercenary. He was close to being able to be in the middle of the S-level mercenary in Chiyan Academy.

In Chiyan Academy, the strength of S-level mercenary students is uneven. Like Meng Tian and others, if they encounter top S-level mercenaries, they will be instantly killed.

In this martial arts competition, only ordinary S-level mercenaries participated, while almost none of the slightly higher S-level mercenaries came, and most of them were doing missions outside.

"Forget it, the senior brother's strength is the highest among us. Even he surrendered... I won't beat him anymore." One of the S-level mercenaries looked at the referee: "I admit defeat."

"I admit defeat, too..."

Seeing that the remaining S-level mercenaries were all surrendered, the five big and three thick mercenaries were confused and they all threw all of them. How could they know that they would lose before they even fought?!

Besides, even though that woman is strong, if there are so many S-level mercenaries in their battle, they may not necessarily win if they win.

"How do you say it is a fight or a throwback."

Soon, the referee asked the only strong man left in the top ten seats.

Hearing this, the big and thick mercenaries were slightly stunned.

"Just." The strong man stared at the referee and sneered: "Of course it's a fight."

"Then it's faster." The referee spoke.

As the referee finished speaking, the strong man suddenly took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Hey...what is it...it's me, oh...what! OK, I'll arrive soon!" After the strong man hung up the phone, he looked anxious: "No... My friend was in a car accident and was waiting for a blood transfusion... My blood type just deserves it, I have to save my friend..."

After hearing the strong man's words, there was no sound in the audience.

referee:"……"

Ye Wanwan: “…”

Everyone in the audience: "..."

The strong man glanced at Ye Wanwan and said coldly: "You are lucky... This junior sister, if it weren't for my friend's car accident today, he would have bleeding heavily... Humph, you understand."

Ye Wanwan: "..." You got the phone call back...

Immediately, the referee came to the court and announced: "In this martial arts competition, Ye Wanwan won the first place, broke the latest record, won 38 consecutive games, without a single defeat, and won 5,000 mercenary honor points, and 10,000 mercenary honor points in the first place, totaling 15,000 mercenary honor points!"

With the referee's announcement, the audience was filled with an uproar.

"Break the record?! Damn... Before I knew it, Ye Wanwan actually won 37 consecutive games, without losing. It's awesome..."

"Nie Wuyou seemed to have only 23 wins back then, setting a record for the first martial arts competition..."

"However, the quality of that martial arts competition was too high. In addition to the top S-level mercenaries, there were also S-level mercenaries participating..."

"Nie Wuyou is indeed amazing, but so what? In the end, he was still photographed on the beach by his sister Nie Linglong."

"The Master Gong of Nie Wuyou's master and the Master of Nie Linglong are Elder Lei He. After Gong taught Nie Wuyou, how might it be? He created too many records of the Chiyan Mercenary Academy, but unfortunately, all of them were broken by Nie Linglong."

"Yes, Nie Wuyou should have a big gap compared to Nie Linglong."
Chapter completed!