Diablo Destruction

Chapter 530: The Semi-Finals—The Tragic Draw (Part 2) ()

When Seattle's stick was drawn out, my face suddenly turned pale green, which was even more exaggerated than being bitten by a poisonous flower vine.

If I'm not dazzled, the pick in Seattle's hands should be the No. 2 pick.

When Seatik showed his pick, for the first time, I hated the damn sharp eyes of Druid so much, which made me enjoy the tragic pleasure a few seconds in advance.

There is no doubt that the remaining No. 4 pick belongs to my sister. The semi-finals were divided into groups. The first game was between Carlos and Seattle, and the second game was between me and my sister Sharna.

What a tragedy. Did all my luck run out in the previous games?

My sister took out the last No. 4 lottery without any doubt, and then, the old drunkard carrying the empty box in his hand suddenly couldn't help but let out an excited scream, and looked at it with exaggerated eyes that almost turned into the shape of gold coins. The two of us acted like we wanted this result.

What on earth is this bastard thinking about and why is he so happy? Is it rare that she thinks Sister Sharna will lose? This is absolutely impossible, because I... can't raise a weapon against Sister Sharna at all.

I sighed in frustration, but the sister on the side came over, shook the No. 4 lottery in her hand, looked at me with a dejected look, and couldn't help but smile across the corner of my mouth: "I didn't expect that we would touch each other so quickly. Come on, brother."

"Yeah, what an unexpected result, alas..." I held the No. 3 pick in my hand, wishing I could use the Great Shift technique to trade with Seattle's No. 2 pick.

My sister seemed to enjoy my distress. A doting and gentle look flashed across her eternal iceberg eyes: "Don't worry, let's take a look at the wonderful duel in front of us first."

As she said that, she looked at Carlos and Seattle. She had already seen that these two people had the strength of the pseudo-realm. This battle would definitely be earth-shattering.

Seattle, who had drawn the second pick, was already yelling excitedly. His eyes were staring at Carlos like they were on fire. His undying fighting spirit drove the airflow around him, even standing there. You can feel your skin being burned by hot steam from dozens of meters away.

Seeing that Seattlek was so excited that he was ready to move into the pseudo-realm, I couldn't help but open it immediately and have a good fight. I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh.

If this guy were to participate in any sports competition in the original world, he would definitely be considered to have injected doping and be dragged out and disqualified, oh, except for the national football team.

On the other hand, Carlos, faced with Seacoat's devouring fighting spirit, still had the same calm look, with his hands clenched on his chest, his eyes calm, and his cold expression with absolute confidence, which could make anyone In the Korean drama "Kimchi", the handsome young man committed suicide by jumping off a building out of shame.

Under the leadership of the old drunkard who was humming a tune, the three of us stepped out of the ring and gave up the battlefield to two people.

The first game of the semi-finals, Carlos vs. Seattle, is about to begin! !