The rules for determining the outcome are the same as before, death, surrender, and abstention are considered defeat, and the difference is that the winner will no longer receive the reward points of the defeated opponent.

Those who are eligible to receive the reward points are only those who advance to the top eight reincarnations, and others can only think of it.

When the main god posted the generous rewards of the top eight, the top four, the first and second place on the big screen, the barrage rolled down the sky and before the winner appeared, a group of people began to lick them.

The general meaning is that they don’t want to work hard anymore. No matter how many people there are or whether they are people or not, they are willing to accept them.

"This group of people is so unconventional. They don't upload a single selfie, and they are so arrogant."

Russell curled his lips in disappointment. There was no picture or truth, and it was not that easy to hold his thighs.

“That’s it.”

Guan Yin nodded repeatedly, and saw the champion's reward point, and immediately threw away the useless moral integrity: "Captain, from today on, I will devote myself to you. If you let me go east, I will never go..."

Bang!

Before Russell could say anything, Duan Xinlan rushed to suppress Guan Yin, saying that she would come first and then come, which made her die.

Russell gave the two a blank look, and did not see any other little red dots on the watch. He wanted to check the list of contestants and had no idea. He had to add a cup of tea to himself and wait for the event to begin.

There is no saying that the main god has scored points in the group stage. It is an elimination system from the preliminary round to the final, so it is very likely that the players with the top four will fall on the top 16.

Don’t blame anyone, luck is part of strength.

After drinking a cup of tea, Guan Yin stood up and walked towards the recognition projection, and Russell followed closely behind.

Sixty-four people just split the thirty-two rings, and the competition was held at the same time, so he stopped being a quiet and beautiful man on the sofa.

...

In the 13th arena, Russell looked stuffy.

It’s not because Thirteen represents Judas and Loki, but the numbers that Westerners fear the most, and are directly linked to the devil.

He himself did not believe in this. To be honest, in the East, Thirteen is an extremely noble number, exclusive to the emperor, symbolizing supreme power.

Buddhism is even more awesome. Thirteen is a great number, which means perfect merit.

What left Russell speechless was the opponent, the guy with number 9527.

He has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a ragged body, a cross-scared mask, and a mountain knife in his hand.

Russell:(゜中゜)

Jason:(._.)

"What do you think? If you don't want to be beaten, raise your hand and surrender!"

Jason:(._.)

"That's right, you can't speak..."
Chapter completed!