Chapter 1145: Boring audience!

How can they stand it? "Huang Rong said.
According to the rules, as long as you are on the field, you cannot replenish food and water. You can only fight on the field unless you admit defeat and leave the field.
For other fighters who are not on the field, during meal time, Shushan disciples will distribute food and water next to each other.
Therefore, once the game time on the field is too long, those players who have high-intensity exercise, dry mouth, hungry and hungry, coupled with the temptation of food outside the battlefield, can continue to fight, indeed need to have good will and perseverance.
Wu Hua smiled and said: "Rong'er, are you afraid that you will go through this process after you play, and leave the game if you are worried that you can't stand it?"
Huang Rong raised her head and said disdainfully: "Big brother, you look down on me too much. Even though you are a woman, you won't give in to any pressure." Then she looked friendly and showed a trace of sympathy, "I'm just worried about these. Contestants, how can they hold on without eating for a long time? By the way, big brother, how long does it usually take to determine the number of rematches in the past?"
"It's not easy to say. Sometimes, it's over in a day, and sometimes, the players in the field are all crutches, and you can't get the result for three or five days."
"Oh, my God, if you don't eat or drink for three or five days, and you have to fight day and night, I'm afraid that anyone who can hold on to the end will be promoted soon."
"Yes, yes, yes, when this happened in the past, many of the last players who were left successfully advanced shortly after the game, and there were many others."
"Wow, it's great to be promoted."
Kunpeng looked at her: "Rong'er, don't you want to be promoted during this competition, right?"
"Brother, if you can get promoted, what's wrong?"
"Of course it's good, but you must pay attention to your body. Fighting for a few days and nights is not something ordinary people can do."
"I can."
"Well, okay, our Rong'er is the best, and he can definitely do it."
Mei Chaofeng just pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
In fact, these contestants are quite boring when watching other people's games. Especially, there are low-level players in the field now, they can't learn much from other people's games, so most of them are chatting, even closing their eyes to practice, waiting for their time to play.
In the blink of an eye, the next day's dawn, there was still a dark crowd on the battlefield, and less than half of those who left the battlefield gave up.
"It seems that this year's power level competition will break the record again." Wu Hua said.
"How do you say, big brother?" Huang Rong asked.
"It's been a day and a night, and less than half of the people have left the field. There has never been a situation before. In the end, the competition is fierce, often only a few, at most dozens of small. Like today's situation, more than half of the people Persevere day and night, I'm afraid the final battle will be extremely fierce."
Mei Chaofeng finally interrupted: "We Luo Shamen, eight power players, have not yet left the field."
Everyone noticed that their players, as expected, hadn't left the field to admit defeat, and their hearts were filled with fighting spirit.
Power-level disciples, in their eyes, they are ants-like existences, it is almost effortless to choke them to death. But they have set a good example for them now. So when it's their turn to play, they can't lose worse than the power-level players, so why does it make them feel bad?
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