Chapter 910 The Quality of the Strong

"Bang!"

"Papa" As soon as Zhang Mu and his group walked out of the field, they immediately received warm applause. The spectators in the watching area stood up almost at the same time and cheered the winner, which even overshadowed the 'big horn' that was announcing the results of the game.

Zhang Mu looked at the strangers in front of him with some surprise. Of course, he was more confused.

From the bottom of my heart, their battle with Tokel is not wonderful, and it can even be said to be boring. The Northeaster and the frozen silkworm, who had an absolute advantage, used five-grade Boss, and easily tore through Tokel's defense and forced the other party to surrender. On the whole, there was no technical skill in this battle. Why did such an uneven battle usher in so many applause and cheers?

Is this illogical at all?

However, Zhang Mu soon understood.

The reason why they received applause was not because they were strong, but because they opened up to the Tokel team and did not kill them all. At this point, Zhang Mu completely showed the quality of being a strong man.

"I lost, I'm convinced! I believe that the Angels will definitely win the final victory in the team competition. Tokel, a man of black blood, came to Zhang Mu with a smile, held his hand hard, and said in fluent English.

"Thank you, we will try our best." After Zhang Mu learned about Tokel's intention, he suddenly showed a charming smile on his face.

"Do I know which two strong men of your team defeated us?" Tokel asked with a smile, but when he saw the expressions of doubt and distrust on the faces of Zhang Mu and his group, he immediately waved his hand and said, "Oh! Oh! Please don't misunderstand! I just want to thank the two strong men, and there is nothing else!"

"Me!" The Northeaster walked out from behind Zhang Mu and shook his arms a few times. His posture was very similar to the 'orc god of war' he used.

"And me." The voice of the frozen silkworm is so sharp and harsh whenever and wherever it is, but after getting along with each other for a long time, Zhang Mu and his group are used to it.

Just as Tokel thanked the Northeaster and the frozen silkworm, the voice of the commentator came from the huge loudspeaker: "The first national honor will officially start in five minutes, from Area A..."

"The national honor has begun, brother, shall we have a look?" The fat man drooped half of his head with an expression of lack of interest.

"National honor..." Zhang Muba squeaked a few times, glanced at the Northeaster who chatted happily with Tokel's brother, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "If you want to see it, stay. If you don't want to see it, you can move freely."

To be honest, Zhang Mu is not interested in this kind of battle that still uses arms and small fights. How many adults with a normal mentality like to watch primary school students fight?

"Haha! I guess you would say that! Brother, I'll go first!"

"Brother Mu, I'll go first!"

The voice fell to the ground, and the fat man and Long Gen were already 100 meters away.

"Damn it! What are you going to do?" Zhang Mu rolled his eyes angrily.

"Hey hey, this is Jinghai, a place full of beautiful women, guess? ..." The fat man said with an obscene smile.

"Be careful, I'll tell you when I go back!" Deng Jie roared fiercely. Unfortunately, the fat man couldn't hear it anymore. The two sperm-brained guys had already run out of the competition hall.

"Wife, let's go too. Go back and take a nap. There will be a team preliminaries in three hours. I'll come back then."

"Good!" Deng Jie nodded obediently.

On the right side, the viewing area - "Seven minutes, two people, solve a battle, this 'angel team' is much stronger than I thought." The God Emperor shook his head, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes wrinkled slightly.

"Your Majesty, it's not that the Angel Team is too strong, but that the Tokel Team is too weak. If it were us, we would kill their Boss in less than five minutes. It's not a big deal." The king of heaven said.

The God Emperor smiled and said, "You don't understand. What I'm most worried about now is whether the five-grade orc god of war and the five-grade colorful spider will be controlled by the weakest two people in their team... If so, how strong should the twelve-winged angel as the captain be? Is the boss under his command six products? Or seven products? His growth rate is so fast that it is unbelievable.

"Uh...this is..." The king bowed his head and meditated.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry too much about this. The wild teams in the preliminary competition will definitely not be able to measure the real strength of the angel team, but once they enter the top 16, the angel team can't even if they want to preserve their strength." At this time, the emperor spoke.

"Hmm." The Emperor nodded, "To say so much, in fact, I just want you to understand that the purpose of our participation in the competition this time is to exchange the smallest loss for the greatest victory. If the opponent's strength exceeds the previous estimate, you must listen to me and give up the game immediately."

"Yes!" A group of young people lowered their heads one after another, not only out of respect for the God Emperor, but also for the elderly.

On the right side, the viewing area - "Ts, it's too fierce, it's too fierce! It's really worthy of being the twelve-winged angel brother. He won the preliminary competition without any effort. I like this angel team more and more. The blue classic laughed and said that he was still immersed in the battle just now and was deeply inextricable.

"Oh, boss! What's in your head? Can you not be so 'two'? Can't you be like a normal person?" A young woman stroked her forehead hard. If she hadn't seen the strength of the blue classic with her own eyes and killed her, she would not have come to this "psychopath" to participate in this competition, which was not embarrassing enough.

"Hey hey, being a person, happiness is the most important thing. Don't care too much about what others think of you." The blue classic held the back of his head and leaned back on the sofa.

"Big boss, what do you think is the chance that we will kill the angel team?" A man with a tall man holding a glass of red wine in his hand turned his face and asked.

"Bre here! This is the 82-year-old Lafite. Can you drink it? The blue classic snatched the red wine from the man's hand, licked it fiercely, and said in a low voice, "Let's wait until the preliminary competition... This angel team hides its strength too deeply..."

Just as all the strong teams were thinking about the gap between themselves and the angel team, Zhang Muzheng, the captain of the angel team, was hugging his future wife in the huge Simmons**, sleeping soundly, which was called a fragrance, that was sweet...

(to be continued)