Chapter 2037: Cruel match (1)

The night was tense and the lips trembled.
Fighting...
What the father wants to see is a deadly fight!
"Father Wang, there will be a lot of casualties, I am afraid..." The night owl has not finished, and the ancestors of the undead have looked at him coldly.
Only one look, the night, I felt a tyrannical force pressed against him, and the legs seemed to lose strength. He slammed into the front of the undead ancestors, and the cold sweat continued to roll. Falling, he can barely hold his hands on the ground, but his body is constantly shaking.
"The night."
"In..." At night, a word is squeezed out of the teeth, and the internal organs seem to be squished.
"When is it that you have objections?" Without a feeling of emotion, it was like a nightmare. The ancestors of the undead swayed with one hand and scorned, looking down at the night in front of themselves.
The teenager who has his blood in his body seems to have nothing to do with him.
"Children...there are no courageous children." The hard opening of the night, the whole heart is like being tightened, and it is constantly painful.
Covering the pressure on the night, slowly dissipated, and finally got up in the night, silently retreating to the side.
"Children, let's tell them..." The night was hidden in the sleeves of the fists. He couldn't understand why his father would be so cold. The eight teams in this competition are their undead. The leader of the younger generation, any casualties are a huge loss for them.
But the ancestors of the undead, but only look at the battle of life and death.
The ancestors of the undead did not see the night again, and the night of the night retreated indifferently, and conveyed the meaning of the ancestors of the undead to the undead who was in charge of the game.
The two players who were in the first game suddenly saw the flag of the suspension being erected. They had just been stunned for a long time. They were somewhat confused and stopped each other. They watched the flag of the suspension. Undead.
The undead in the entire game field was dumbfounded. When they watched it, they suddenly stopped.
For a time, the arguments came one after another.
"From now on, the way of the game will be completely changed. The one standing will win, the one who will fall will lose, and there will be no surrender." The unrestrained opening of the undead in charge of the game arrangement, in fact, his heart has long been in the night. The words of His Highness were shocked.
No one would have thought that the selection of a group of teenagers would directly evolve into a life-and-death battle.
The new way of fighting announced that the two teams of undead teenagers on the field were a bit worried.
"The station wins, but it loses."
Each team has 100 members. This new rule is equivalent to putting all the members of the other party into the 100th. The healing power of the undead is very strong. Even if they are knocked down at the moment, they can be given a certain amount of time. Stand up again.
If you want to put it all over, you can only get rid of it!
The inside and outside of the game are awkward, and the young people who are not deeply involved are obviously unable to digest this new rule. They look at each other and seem to have difficulty accepting the idea of ​​killing their opponents.
However, it is a trial, how come a killer?
The voice of the argument kept ringing, and the face of the night that had already returned to the main stand was ugly, and his heart was extremely disapproving of such a cruel way of fighting, but how could he shake his father's will?
In the night, the subconsciously looked for the familiar figure in the audience.