Chapter 115 Inheritance

When there was still a trace of blood left in the demon king on the screen, the referee terminated the game, and an audience near the competition platform saw that the demon king was being held away.

The scene was noisy, and several commentators were also confused.

Half a minute later, a special person in charge ran to the stage to appease the audience's emotions and let everyone calm down, but this situation was too sudden. You didn't have an exact answer who would pay attention to you. Everyone thought of a few questions, what happened, what happened to the devil, and what to do with the next game.

In this situation, there is only a trace of blood left for the demon king. No matter how strong his ability is, it is estimated that he will not be able to hold on. If the game starts again, will such a situation be unfair?

Several enthusiastic fans have rushed to the stage and been brought back by the security guards who maintain the venue. Most of the people present are still rational, otherwise these more than 100,000 people really make trouble, and no one can stop them.

Several commentators turned off the microphone, and this issue was also discussed in private.

"I said SYA, look at what's going on."

"There should be some situation. I don't know the details, but it should be the physical reason of the demon king." SYA smiled bitterly. With such a high-intensity outbreak, SYA has respected the other party as a ghost. Only in the current situation can it seem to prove that the other party is a real flesh and blood body like himself. He will also be injured and have problems, but the timing is not right... He paused and took a sip of tea. He continued: "This situation is what no one wants to see, but since the referee has suspended the game, it is based on the current situation."

"Then Longteng will be lucky." Xiao Cang said truthfully.

"Well... but there's nothing I can do. This is not the worst situation. As long as the devil can play, he can still play, but if..." SYA thinks that this should not be as simple as simple hand cramps. In a stadium as the Dragon Hall, there are many doctors waiting in the background. The referee suspended the game and the players go. Backstage, if there is a small problem, then everyone should take a few minutes of rest, which is harmless, but if that player can't play.

"What if you can't play?"

"The rule is that Longteng won. Today's game will not be postponed until tomorrow, and the tickets will not be refunded to the audience... But I think it may be better if today is not the finals and the two teams against are not DND and Longteng, but if it is really announced like this, it is estimated that DND fans will There was a riot."

This is what Zhang Lang said. Although SYA knows more about the game, Zhang Lang is a person from CCTV. He said it on the rules, which is obviously the meaning of the organizer.

"This is really..." Xiao Cang didn't feel the meaning of a joke at all in this. Instead, he felt a trace of coldness. SYA didn't say anything. Obviously, he also knew this.

"I can only hope that the devil's condition will get better..." Zhang Lang sighed: "After all, such a game, even if I say it as an explanation, I hope it will have a perfect end." -

At this moment, the scene changes, and it comes to the backcourt of the game, the lounge of DND.

Several doctors gathered around Chu Yun and rubbed and massaged him.

Because it is the national finals, the organizers of this Hero Century Competition are also well prepared. These are all doctors from Beijing University Hospital. From internal medicine to surgery, from traditional Chinese medicine to western medicine, they usually have to make an appointment a week in advance. At this moment, several doctors Looking at Chu Yun, he shook his head.

"How's it going, doctor?" Brother Zeng asked anxiously.

The old Chinese medicine doctor of some age pushed the presbyopia glasses and asked lazily, "Are you asking him about his hand or whether he can compete?"

"Ask all."

The old Chinese medicine doctor didn't reply. He walked over and pulled Chu Yun's left hand up, and then let go of his hand. The hand seemed to hang down without force and hit the table.

"I see, so you have to let him go to the game." The old traditional Chinese medicine doctor's voice became harsh: "I don't know which doctor you showed you before. Doesn't he know that he will tell you that you need to recuperate for a hundred days, and your hand is a minor injury."

Chu Yun smiled weakly. He felt that the palm of his hand was tight. It was not the left hand that could no longer feel it, but the right hand that was pulled by a small palm on his chest. He looked at the face beside him that seemed to cry and smiled.

Then he turned around and said to the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, "It's not the doctor's fault. I'm too wayward..."

With this, the doctor had no way to say harsh words, so he could only shake his head: "You can't go to the game. Go to the hospital with me immediately. At least you can keep your hand. As for how much you can recover, it depends on your creation."

The DND on the side is silent, if so, that is to say...

I'm going to give up the game.

Brother Zeng, Dong Bihai and Heizi all look complicated. To be honest, they also want to win, but people of an old age can be more or less indifferent about such things as victory. Isn't it good to take the second place? Even if they lose, this game is also a glorious defeat, but their brothers are different and injured. Do you still want to see if he is disabled?

But in this way, they always felt sorry for Qin Hansheng and couldn't help looking over.

However, Qin Hansheng laughed and said, "It's okay. Don't look at me like this. It's not easy to get to where you are today. To be honest, there are regrets, but life needs to be wonderful. At least I will remember today 20 years later and 30 years later. I will be very proud, because I and a group of trustworthy brothers. My brother fought together... together..."

His words were a little choked, and the brothers behind him all had red eyes.

Only Chu Yun was still laughing. He said, "Brother Han Sheng, what are you talking about? Since you have reached this point, of course, you have to finish the game and win the championship."

"Your hands..."

"Hm, I'm afraid it can't be compared."

The old traditional Chinese medicine doctor over there is righteous: "I will never let you play. This is my moral criterion as a doctor. Other doctors here will not allow you to participate in the competition."

The doctors on the side nodded one after another and looked at the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor: "And it's useless to play in your current situation."

"Procrastination."

The doctors were talking, and even Brother Zeng was helping Chu Yun not to show his ability.

Although Miss Lin didn't say a word, her hand was obviously tighter. Chu Yun knew her nature. If she wanted to go her own way, I'm afraid she would have to drag the girl.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "Well, I still understand what I can, but I didn't say I was going to play myself."

"But without one person, the game can't continue."

"Let Brother Heizi take my place." Chu Yun said.

Brother Zeng thought about it when he heard the words. He turned his head and asked the staff who followed him, "Can I continue the game with a substitute?"

The staff member shook his head and said, "The two substitutes can only be used before the game, and the players cannot be changed at will in the game that has been played."

"This kind of situation doesn't work. It's an accident. You... You can't be so unhuman." Dong Bihai also gathered around, and the staff was also embarrassed, but he still shook his head.

Everyone was discouraged, but Chu Yun pinched Lin Ruoxi's little hand and asked her to let go. The little girl was stubborn and did not let go. She was afraid that Chu Yun would be gone, which warmed Chu Yun's heart but felt funny. He came to Lin Ruoxi's ear and whispered a few words. The little girl suddenly blushed, and then she let go. The hand, but the tearful eyes still stared at Chu Yun warily for fear that he would play tricks.

Chu Yun felt that his reputation would not be so low, but now was not the time to delve into it. He took off his mask in front of everyone and threw it to Heizi.

"Okay, let's go now, devil."

This hand was unexpected, and even the staff was stunned. Yes, the identity of the devil is just a code name. He wears a mask. Except for the sealed file, no one knows his appearance. People only know his mask and cloak, and the one who creates countless wonders. The game character.

The staff member wanted to say something, but he was quickly pulled by the head of another company next to him and said a few words in his ear.

"Open one eye and close the other. There are 100,000 people in the Dragon Hall today, and there is no way to end it at all... This is also the meaning of the above."

As Brother Zeng and the staff filed out, the whole lounge gradually quieted down.

"Then let's go to the hospital, too." The old Chinese medicine doctor turned around and packed up the simple diagnosis and treatment tools he brought with him.

The monkey walks in the last row of the leaving line. From time to time, he will look back when he looks at his master's calm and stable eyes.

"Monkey."

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"Take back the championship for me. I'll wait for your news here."

The old Chinese medicine doctor turned around in disbelief: "You..."

However, Chu Yun did not look at him and smiled at the monkey: "Go ahead."

The monkey clenched his palms. He didn't know what it was, but he felt very warm and his body gradually became hot, as if an invisible force had spread from the master to him. Maybe the power in martial arts novels is like this.

But here is the reality...

Even if it is realistic.

The monkey nodded heavily and turned his head to run in the corridor.

Then, Chu Yun heard the thunderous applause that could clearly enter the ears even in the lounge...