Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

Atulik stood up shakily. It seemed there was no way to evacuate, so he had to fight hard!

"Come on, all of you! I don't believe you can't last more than 20 seconds!"

A group of people used all their spiritual power, took out all their trump cards, and rushed towards Du Ruo shouting.

Then... lying on the ground...

Deng Hua, who had the talent of faking his death, twitched his lips: "Fortunately, I was on the verge of death. Are they so easy to kill?"

Wang Xueyang's eyes flashed: "I always feel that their purpose is not that simple."

Zhuang Changming and Gu Zhao entered the field resignedly, taking Atulik and others out of the field, and Kitano's substitute teammate automatically took their place.

In one encounter, Kitano suffered heavy losses.

Du Ruo sheathed his sword, thought for a moment, turned around and left, muttering to himself: "We've got it done here, let's change direction."

Fang Zhixin calmly explained: "Hey, Du Ruo is the most difficult person to deal with. We can only fight him under the curse. The longer we delay, the more disadvantageous it will be. But there is still a chance. Come on, everyone!"

In another scene, the Nancang national team, which had a confrontation with Lu Yuan, lost four teammates in an instant.

They had listened to the hint and were not prepared to fight head-on, but even though they were such a long distance away, they were still caught up by Lu Yuan. They fought desperately, and even when they were exhausted they still couldn't escape.

Seeing this scene, Fang Zhixin couldn't help but shake his head: "Lu Yuan, you are still so serious, you really won't let go at all."

Seeing the horrified and questioning comments on the barrage, Zhong An slowly spoke: "Please rest assured, those students are fine. The director can give us a shot."

The scene changed, and a group of people were sitting together in a trance, some were even crying with their heads in their hands.

Atulik frowned. This strange feeling...

Su Muqu outside the screen was sipping tea comfortably. She was indeed a junior schoolmate, and she actually thought of such a dirty trick, using the game and Deng Hua's talent to make them reach the boundary between life and death, allowing them to feel the insights brought over with maximum efficiency.

"It's amazing. It's something that no normal person can think of."

At the commentary desk, Fang Zhixin took a sip of water and continued, "Everyone has seen that our classmates are all safe. It is obvious that the remaining people have discovered that fighting alone is not a good idea, and have begun to consciously gather in one direction."

She raised her eyebrows when she saw the team led by Caesar. There were familiar faces there. Wasn't that Vildo, Duqi Te and the others, the ones she met in front of the Blessing Temple?

She spoke with interest: "Students from Caesaril, don't go to the building in front. It is recommended to take a detour. Let the students from your team, Duqi, gather the wind and prepare to run away."

"Of course, you can also choose to fight Fang Shaoli and see if you can successfully last twenty seconds in his hands."

Flo looked over in surprise, and glanced at the empty table in front of Fang Zhixin in confusion, with a lot of questions in her mind. How did she know about such a strange talent? Know him?

Zhong An explained the game in a very formal manner: "Shao Gu led the Dongxia National Team to teleport one after another and has already left Bai Yuefeng behind. Xizelier and Fang Shaoli are only 200 meters away. Lu Yuan and Du Ruo are chasing their own... well, chasing those teams."

Fang Zhixin's commentary is in a completely different style.

"Those with wind attribute talents from Nan Cang, don't always lead your teammates to charge in a straight line. Let's be bolder and turn around to shield our own auras. Let's take a gamble that they won't be discovered by the long distance."

"Don't worry, the NPC can't hear us. You can definitely trust me."

Nan Cang's team members were sweating coldly, "I don't believe it, she is just here to watch the fun and not mind making trouble."

The one with wind attribute talent thought it was a good idea. He was really about to vomit from running and couldn't squeeze out even a bit of spiritual energy.

"I'm useless. Listen to her and turn around and walk back. I really can't do it anymore..."

There was no time to hesitate. Several people turned around instantly, and the one with wind attribute talent sat down on the ground.

The person Lu Yuan who was chasing saw was the one running so fast and rolling his eyes, so he stopped for a moment.

He felt familiar with this situation, and could even empathize with it. He had been pursued so badly before.

"Classmate, are you okay?"

The one with wind attribute talent waved his hand: "Eliminate me, my spiritual power is completely exhausted, it's useless."

"No." Lu Yuan retorted, "You must die in battle."

The one with wind attribute talent was stunned for a moment, and he understood that no matter when, he could not give up without fighting. Even if he knew it was a dead end, he had to give it a try!

"I understand, please advise!"

Fang Zhixin on the commentary desk was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Lu Yuan just couldn't do it. He was not a murderer. He would fight to the point of life and death, but he was not a madman. Who would do that?

Fang Zhixin sighed in his heart. This method was also a temporary idea. The insights and experiences from another world had been sealed in the scroll using a special method.

You can read the experience, but understanding is like enlightenment. If this thing is not passed on well, it will easily be wasted. Under what circumstances does human understanding have the strongest power? Of course, it is when one is on the verge of death.

It happens to be the World League, and Teacher Deng Hua is also here. We have everything we need, the timing, the location and the people are all right. It would be unreasonable not to give it a try.

So Fang Zhixin came up with this crazy idea, and Commander Zhan agreed, just taking it as an experience.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhixin silently apologized to the contestants, "I'm sorry, everyone. For the sake of realistic effects, I can only continue to fool you."

"Okay, as you can see, congratulations to the Nan Cang National Team for their temporary safety."

As she spoke, the screen turned to Caesar's side: "Five people from Caesar have been eliminated by Fang Shaoli. It seems that they chose to fight. Unfortunately, it seems that they did not succeed. Director, replay it and let's see what just happened."

The director replayed the video conscientiously and felt exhausted: "Oh, the people from Dongxia are really good at making trouble. I don't even know who to point the camera at. They are too unpredictable."

In the replay footage, Fang Shaoli's body was covered in burning flames, and even the air was distorted by the heat.

He looked at the six people who were waiting in a state of alert, and was a little surprised: "It looks like you are ready to challenge me."

The captain of the six men tensed his muscles and looked at the person in front of him warily: "Yes, I have heard of the name of Dongxia's number one genius a long time ago, and I wanted to challenge you a long time ago."

"Since we've met this time, let's fight!"

"Okay, I'll stick with you to the end!" Fang Shaoli stood proudly, with fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

A line of fire instantly penetrated through, and a raging fire exploded instantly, like a ferocious beast entering a group. Fang Shaoli punched Captain Caesar in the face, ignoring his resistance and knocking him several meters away.

Holding one person's shoulders and hanging upside down to avoid the incoming knife light, Fang Shaoli kicked the blade in half with a kick in the air, and directly used the person at hand as a weapon to smash other people, and punched the person who rushed over, and crimson flames exploded.

In less than ten seconds, all six members of Caesar were killed.