Chapter 1671 Don't Give Face

The Martial Arts Tournament has just begun, and I am actually the first to be defeated... It is such a shame to lose...

"Accepted." Ye Wanwan clasped her fists as she looked at the despairing Li He.

"Chengrang, your uncle...huh!" Li He snorted.

Ye Wanwan: "..." A big man, is he so arrogant?

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

The B-level mercenary looked desperate. He wanted to try his luck, but he never thought that he would face an A-level mercenary.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, the B-level mercenary was beaten and cried, and he was no match for the A-level mercenary at all.

...

At this moment, Ye Wanwan was looking at the top of the ring.

The size of the arena is just right.

As long as she doesn't take the initiative to attack, she can completely go passive. Moreover, because of the size of the ring, Ye Wanwan can very smoothly throw her opponent off the ring and win.

Even if you meet that kind of extremely powerful opponent... It's a big deal for me to admit defeat, but if it's really not possible, there is still wine gourd...

Ye Wanwan tried her best not to use things like alcohol. Although she could have Wuyou Nie's martial power after she was drunk, it was uncontrollable after all. Who knows what she would do after she was drunk... What if she jumped off the ring? What if the referee beats her... Then she might become a big joke of the entire Scarlet Flames Academy.

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

Most of these mercenaries were not as strong as Big Dipper and Seven Stars. Big Dipper and Seven Stars fought every three days and every five days, and Ye Wanwan was already tired of watching those two mercenaries.

Ye Wanwan would not be interested in something weaker than the Big Dipper and the Seven Stars.

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

Soon, the referee announced again.

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

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. Hehe, both of them are lucky."

"I think that Ye Wanwan had better luck, meeting two C-rank mercenaries in a row."

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

Seeing Ye Wanwan and Hong Yun enter the stage, most of the mercenaries shook their heads again and again, wishing to stand up and leave. This was nothing to watch at all.

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

"Number 8 Ye Wanwan, a D-rank mercenary." Ye Wanwan said.

"You are a D-rank mercenary, and I don't want to do anything, so you should go down by yourself, or I will throw you down." Hong Yun stared at Ye Wanwan and said coldly.

"Go ahead." Ye Wanwan looked at the woman.

Hearing this, the woman frowned slightly: "Ye Wanwan, you are really shameless. A D-rank mercenary, after winning one game, really thought he could win two games in a row."

As he spoke, a cold light flashed across Hong Yun's eyes, and he grabbed Ye Wanwan instantly.

However, as soon as the woman stretched out her hand, Ye Wanwan grabbed Hong Yun's forearm almost instantly.

Immediately, Hong Yun's complexion changed slightly, and at an unknown time, a mysterious energy was transmitted from Ye Wanwan's hands.

In the next second, Hong Yun's body lost its balance, like a kite with a broken string, it was blown away by cleverness.