Mermaid Throne

The top 32 were quickly selected in the knockout round.

After the top 32, the entire competition schedule will be completed within one month. The final four players will leave Nanzhou City and go to the inland Mechanical City for the second round of knockout rounds.

When there is no competition, Tao Yiran will still dive to the beach alone in the early morning to conduct stress training by himself.

Without the irritable little mermaid, only the sound of waves surrounded Tao Yiran.

On the eve of the final match of the knockout round, the boy stood barefoot on the rock, overlooking the sea level, and the sun on the other end was still slowly rising no matter how the world changed.

The teenager dug out a few well-wrapped chocolates from his pocket and put them on the ground.After walking two steps, I turned around again, picked it up, put it in a place where it was not easy to be hit by waves, and built it up with a few stones, and then left with confidence.

At the stage of the top 32, Tao Yiran was no longer able to settle with a single punch. The opponent he faced was already a quasi-evolutionary who had received systematic training all year round.

Even though he has roughly learned the knowledge about evolutionary people, Tao Yiran still feels a little difficult to face an opponent with a professional team behind him.

His quickness, accuracy and ruthlessness were weakened a lot when facing these well-trained guys.After each game, his injuries are as amazing as his record.

His last opponent was a young man in his 20s. The young man had a perfectly proportioned figure, because that handsome face had captured the hearts of many women.

In comparison, even though the brows were clear, the young boy with a slightly immature and gloomy expression looked much inferior.

Tao Yiran leaned against the corner cushion alone, and the water bottle and towel beside him were brought together in his backpack. His poor image has long been his trademark, but after this period of competition, the boy also has some fans. There are already some food and things piled up under it-but there are no flowers.

Poor Skeleton Killer, even the fans' gifts are a bit poor.

When the whistle blew, Tao Yiran put down the towel and approached the center of the stage.

In a corner he couldn't see, a small figure appeared there at some point, holding a few unopened chocolates in his hand.

The child stared at the two people who were fighting inseparably on the stage, pursed his lips, wondering if he should walk into the assistant area that once belonged only to him.

But at the beginning, he pushed himself away again.

When Tao Yiran was pressed to the ground to count down, Rong Xuan almost scratched the chocolate.

Tao Yiran had never seen such a distressed look, and the audience roared.Even the commentator No. [-], who followed all the way and almost became a fan, couldn't help but slapped the table and scolded his mother.

It wasn't until the boy kicked the person on him away with the seventh blow that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Tao Yiran angrily threw away the protective gear on his body, only thinking that this kind of thing was really in the way and bulky.When the opponent saw him take off the protective gear, he sneered and said, "Do you want me to strike more lightly?"

"Take care of your ass, don't keep farting." Tao Yiran gave him a cold look, moved his muscles and bones, and felt his whole body relaxed a lot.

He was supposed to be a desperate fighter, and perhaps dying in the ring was his destiny.

So why bother with this garbage?

When he forcibly took the opponent's stomach blow, knocked the opponent down, and completely defeated the opponent with a crazy and fast attack, and successfully suppressed the opponent for ten seconds, the almost barbaric behavior made the audience explode even more Intense cheers.

Compared with skills, they prefer to watch hand-to-hand combat that pushes the limits of human physiology.

Tao Yiran let go of his handsome opponent, who was blushing with anger, and walked tremblingly to the side of the stage. Regardless of his image, he lay on the fence and began to retch.

Fuck, this punch turned out all the rice from last year.

The boy vomited profusely, and the emergency personnel came up slowly after the referee announced the result, put him on a stretcher and prepared to take him away.

When passing by the exit passage, the teenager who was still having stomach cramps was suddenly grabbed by someone.

"You don't wear protective gear at this time, do you want to die?" The immature voice was full of anger, but it sounded like an adult questioning a child.

The boy opened his eyes suddenly, as if he saw a ghost.

"What are you looking at! I'm not dead." Rong Xuan quickly followed the stretcher, and stretched out his hand to lift his clothes to check the wound. "..." Resisting the obscenity that came to his lips, he finally understood why Tao Yiran used to say that it was too late.

Facing death is probably the preparation that must be made to get on this boxing ring.

"...Why are you back?" Tao Yiran asked in a daze.

Rong Xuan glanced at the first responders around him, but said nothing.

The young man understood, so he suppressed his curiosity, closed his eyes, and grabbed him with his backhand: "Chocolate..."

"This is obviously for me!" The child frowned.

"I just vomited too much, I'm hungry." The boy said weakly.

"What chocolate to eat after throwing up!"

"This is the chocolate I bought!" The boy was angry.

The child forced half a bar of chocolate into Chatter's mouth.

As soon as he took a bite, Tao Yiran spat it out, "Ouch..." He continued to retch.

The bitter taste of chocolate made him finally sure that this guy was back.

The bonuses for the top four players were sent directly to the hospital the next morning, and Rong Xuan was dumbfounded by the box full of cash.

"How much did you earn during my absence?" Accustomed to Tao Yiran's poor appearance, facing so much money at once, the once proud little mermaid actually felt uncomfortable at this moment.

"I haven't counted such boxes..." The young man who was slurring his speech after eating breakfast thought for a while, "About three boxes?"

The joy of becoming an upstart made the child dizzy for a moment.

"Why did you come back?" After being sent to treatment all night, the teenager finally found a chance to ask.

"He's dead." Rong Xuan replied casually, lying on the edge of the hospital bed, watching TV.

They live in a VIP room. Since Tao Yiran became the only fourth strong man in the city, their treatment has changed drastically.

"Huh?" The boy choked on the egg, his eyes widened.

"The prestige of the mermaid king is based on strength. Once he is defeated and abdicates, all his followers will disappear, and the enemies he provoked before will flock to him," the little mermaid sneered. Diao Yuzhuo's small face seemed to have changed a bit, "That guy has to change his residence every three days, and even sleeps in fear. But in the end, he was cut off by the guy who suddenly appeared."

"...you witnessed the whole process?"

"Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to take advantage of the chaos and silence all those guys." Rong Xuan chuckled.Of course, he also took away a few mermaid ID cards. The identity cards of these mermaids were valid until they were confirmed dead.With these identity cards, he can log in to some facilities without concealing his identity. Even if the level is not high, it is enough for him to contact some people.

Although he was a loser, the old fish king was right.

A lonely mermaid is nothing, and even the strongest king needs a group of powerful cronies to secure his throne and repel pretenders.

If he wants to seize the mermaid throne, he must rely on some mermaid forces, even if this will make him lose the mermaid's pride.

but……

The little mermaid stared at Tao Yiran's face that had become stupid and cute because of eating for a while, and suddenly asked: "You are so despicable, aren't you afraid of being called a scum all your life?"

"Damn it!" the young man almost sprayed the dregs on Rong Xuan's face when he spoke, "I survived because I was a scum! When I didn't have enough to eat, did someone tell me to live a bodhisattva?!"

The child is awakened.

The standard of dignity is not static, so why not lower the lower limit in order to survive?

Little did he know that the last piece of his mental persistence had already been smashed to pieces by this guy who had no lower limit.And the big scum has no idea how the little scum he cultivated will be better than blue in the future.