The People of the Dragon Country Who Had Their Hearts Sinking
"Sigh, they've let Traversing Forest Country pick up the loot. The reward for this competition is undoubtedly theirs!”
Meanwhile, in the Dragon Country, everyone was depressed. The people of the Dragon Country looked at the appearance of the Chosen One of Norse mythology in the live broadcast room, and their faces were ashen.
"It's over, it's really over this time!"
"Isn't this God's Chosen One too strong?! Moreover, their god was Thor, the God of Thunder.”
"I'm going to say goodbye to my family! After this battle, the River God would probably be crippled by the backlash of the power of the gods! What's the point of fighting after that!"
The Dragon Country's commentators were also in a low mood.
Wang Shuishui said with difficulty,
"Does our Dragon Country still have a chance of winning?”
Old Xia's lips trembled as he said in a low voice,"
"Looking at the situation, I'm afraid it's very difficult to have any hope!”
Meanwhile, in the Chosen Battlefield.
After the Chosen One of Norse mythology stood still, the referee spoke again,"
"Next up is the Chosen One of Huaxia Mythology.”
Then, the door below the viewing platform of Huaxia Mythology slowly opened.
Some of the people of the Dragon Country were still looking forward to it and had hope. Some simply did not want to see it and gave up in their hearts.
"The only god in Huaxia mythology is the River God. Therefore, there is no doubt that the River God will be selected for this match.”
"And the Chosen One of Huaxia Mythology is Xiang Yu of the Dragon Country!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiangyu walked out from the shadows behind the door.
Xiang Yu walked into the battlefield in his black golden armor and tiger skin red battle robe, holding the divine weapon, the Ghost God Halberd.
And there was no halo on his body.
"Oh? China's Chosen One didn't borrow the power of the gods?”
The referee was also surprised.
That's right, Xiangyu did not borrow the River God's divine power.
Before the competition, Su Yefeng had even asked Xiang Yu if he needed to borrow the power of the gods, but Xiang Yu had rejected him.
He said that he wanted to test his current strength and how far he could fight against someone with the power of the gods. If he could not defeat them, he would borrow the power of the gods.
The River God also agreed with his idea.
Some of the Dragon Country people who had been sighing with their heads lowered raised their heads with hope when they heard that the Chosen One of Huaxia Myths was Xiang Yu. They looked at the situation in the live broadcast room.
However, when he saw that Xiang Yu did not borrow the power of the gods, he lowered his head again.
The four commentators in the live broadcast room were also puzzled.
"What, what does this mean? Xiang Yu is a famous fierce general in our history. If he were to fight, his physical strength might not be weaker than that big guy. Why not borrow the power of the gods?”
"Are you planning to give up?”
Elder Zheng propped up his right arm with his left hand and stroked his chin.
"I think this is a last-minute change in tactics by the River God.”
Hearing Elder Zheng's words, the three of them looked at him in confusion. The people in the live broadcast room were also curious to hear what happened next.
Elder Zheng continued," Think about it. Why did you send Xiang Yu to fight the first round? Wasn't it because he didn't know the strength of the enemy's Chosen One? Do you also want to rely on us, the Chosen Ones, to be stronger to make up for the gap between the gods?”
"However, after the match began and I discovered the strength of the Chosen One, I immediately gave up on borrowing the power of the gods.”
" Because the opponent is also very strong, Xiangyu is already unable to pull apart the gap between him and the Chosen One. Therefore, even if he borrows the power of the gods, he won't be able to win this match. Therefore, he might as well give up on borrowing the power of the gods to prevent the River God from being devoured by the power of the gods if he loses the match. Then, in the subsequent matches, there is still a possibility of victory.”
Hearing Elder Zheng's words, the few of them nodded.
The people in the live broadcast room also revealed a look of understanding.
As for the other gods and humans of the mythological system, they all said disdainfully,"
"Looks like this River God is planning to give up?”
"Hmph, at least they know their limits. They know that borrowing the power of the gods will only make things worse. They might as well give up on winning or losing this match and preserve their strength for the later matches.”
"Hehe, he will still be finished if he holds back his strength. I'm afraid that he won't be able to win any of the subsequent matches! If the gods were too weak, then don't blame the Chosen One for not being able to widen the gap!”
Xiangyu stood behind the Chosen One and said disdainfully,"
"Your body's strength is inferior to mine, and you haven't even borrowed the power of the gods. Just admit defeat! In case you suffer physical pain!"
The corners of Xiangyu's mouth curled up, and his eyes were filled with madness. That's right, ever since he came to this battlefield, he had a crazed desire to fight.
"Being big doesn't mean that you have great strength!”
"Having the power of a god doesn't mean that you're stronger than mortals!”
"Big guy, I hope you can accompany me for a while!”
Seeing Xiangyu's arrogant attitude, the Chosen One of the Northern European Gods was instantly filled with anger. He wished he could tear Xiangyu apart right now.
At the Norse Mythological System's candidate viewing platform, a human shouted,"
"Henrik Haldanf, beat him up! Let him know how powerful we are!”
"Smash him into a meat pie!"
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He begged for everything!
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