The martial arts sparring conference has just begun, and he is actually the first one to be defeated...and defeated in such a way...shameful...

"I accept it." Ye Wanwan looked at Li He who looked desperate, and said with cupped fists.

"Your Majesty... Humph!" Li He snorted.

Ye Wanwan: "..." How can a grown man be so arrogant?

After the competition, Ye Wanwan took a break and the referee continued to draw numbers, winning a B-level mercenary and an A-level mercenary.

The B-level mercenary looked desperate. He originally wanted to try his luck, but he never expected that he would actually face off against an A-level mercenary.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, the B-level mercenary was beaten to the point of crying, no match for the A-level mercenary.

…

At this moment, Ye Wanwan was looking above the arena.

The size of this arena is just right.

As long as she doesn't take the initiative, she can completely passively control the opponent. Moreover, because of the size of the arena, Ye Wanwan can easily throw her opponent off the arena and win.

Even if he encounters such a powerful opponent... the worst he can do is admit defeat. If it really doesn't work, he still has a wine gourd...

Ye Wanwan tried her best not to use alcohol. Although she could possess Nie Wuyou's strength after getting drunk, it was uncontrollable after all. Who knows what she would do after getting drunk... What if she jumped off the ring?

What to do if the referee beats her up... Then she might become a big joke to the entire Scarlet Flame Academy.

Ye Wanwan was not very interested in other people's competition.

Most of these mercenaries are not as strong as Beidou and Qixing. Beidou and Qixing usually fight a small amount every three days and a large amount every five days. Ye Wanwan and Ye Wanwan have already gotten tired of watching the fight between those two.

How could Ye Wanwan be interested in someone weaker than Beidou and Qixing?

"No. 165 Hongyun, No. 8 Ye Wanwan."

Soon, the referee announced again.

Immediately, a woman in a yellow college uniform slowly walked onto the ring.

After her name was called, Ye Wanwan quickly stepped forward and walked to the top of the ring.

"These two mercenaries... one is D-level and the other is C-level. Haha, both of them are very lucky."

"I think that Ye Wanwan has better luck. She met two C-level mercenaries in a row."

"D-level...C-level...what a boring competition..."

Seeing Ye Wanwan and Hong Yun come on stage, most of the mercenaries shook their heads and wanted to leave. There was nothing to see.

"No. 165 Hongyun, C-level mercenary." The woman Hongyun glanced at Ye Wanwan and said expressionlessly.

"No. 8 Ye Wanwan, D-class mercenary." Ye Wanwan said.

"You're a D-level mercenary, and I'm not willing to do anything to you. So, do you go down by yourself, or do I throw you down?" Hong Yun stared at Ye Wanwan and said coldly.

"Let's take action." Ye Wanwan looked at the woman.

Hearing this, the woman frowned slightly: "Ye Wanwan, you are so shameless. A D-class mercenary, after winning one game, you really think you can win two games in a row."

As he spoke, a cold light flashed in Hongyun's eyes, and he immediately grabbed Ye Wanwan.

However, as soon as the woman stretched out her hand, Ye Wanwan immediately grabbed Hongyun's forearm almost in an instant.

Immediately, Hongyun's expression changed slightly, and she didn't know when it happened, but a mysterious power came from Ye Wanwan's hand.
Chapter completed!