At this time, Huo Mang had spread his palms, and the small ball in his hand had the word "2" written on it.

He didn't draw the blank ball.

In other words, he did not have a bye in this round.

He still needs a martial arts competition to advance.

But this is exactly what he wants.

Because he wants to advance, he doesn't need to take a bye at all.

He is very confident in himself.

He believed that no matter who he met, he would advance.

Of course, this is not the most important reason.

The most important thing is... he wants to match Qin Hao.

In this way, he can eliminate Qin Hao in this round.

He wants Qin Hao to stop here.

Qin Hao wants to enter the top three in the group?

Go dreaming!

Everyone was very excited when they saw Huo Mang not taking the bye, but drew the No. 2 ball.

Because this means Huomang has an opponent.

They all looked at Qin Hao in unison.

They all had regret on their faces.

Huo Mang did not have a bye, which means Qin Hao may also become an opponent with him.

And if the two become opponents, the probability of Qin Hao winning is too low.

It can even be said that there is no.

Because there is still a gap between Qin Hao and Huo Mang.

However, soon everyone's eyes were filled with excitement.

Because if the two really become opponents, a big decisive battle will definitely be indispensable.

So, they all wanted to know what the small ball Qin Hao drew.

"Hope is No. 2!"

There was a vicious feeling in Mo Qiulan's eyes.

She really hoped that Qin Hao could draw No. 2 goals, because in this case, Qin Hao would definitely be eliminated.

She believed that Qin Hao would definitely not be Huomang's opponent.

Zhou Yuxue clenched her pink fists and prayed secretly inside.

She doesn't want Qin Hao to draw the No. 2 ball.

She even hoped that Qin Hao could draw a blank ball.

In this way, Qin Hao would be able to enter the top three in the group without having to enter the battle.

Under the curious eyes of everyone, Qin Hao slowly opened his palm.

The next moment, everyone was shocked and looked shocked.

Because there are no numbers on the ball that Qin Hao draws.

This is a blank ball.

"This...Mr. Qin got a blank ball?"

"No, is he so lucky?"

"I'll go! I'll advance directly?"

Everyone under the ring looked at the ball in Qin Hao's hand and were all talking.

They also thought that Qin Hao could draw the No. 2 ball.

Unexpectedly, Qin Hao actually drew a blank ball?

So Qin Hao’s bye was promoted directly?

He has advanced to the top three in the group without having to participate in the battle?

Everyone looked at Qin Hao, all of whom were envious.

Mr. Qin is very lucky.

At the same time, they were filled with disappointment.

Because they were still thinking about seeing Qin Hao and Huo Mang fight.

Even if you can't go with Huo Mang, you can go with Yuan Hong and the others.

However, I didn't expect that Qin Hao had not met any of them.

He advanced directly.

"Very good!"

Zhou Yuxue jumped up with joy.

She was very worried just now, she was worried that Qin Hao would match Huo Mang.

Then Qin Hao will be in trouble.

Now that she is so excited to see Qin Hao advance directly.

"hateful!"

Mo Qiulan stomped her feet in dissatisfaction.

Her face was full of reluctance.

She was also thinking about seeing Qin Hao being beaten down by Huo Mang.

Unexpectedly, Qin Hao not only did not meet Huo Mang, but also advanced directly.

It's so hateful.

Especially when she saw Zhou Yuxue so excited, she felt even more uncomfortable.

She looked at Zhou Yuxue and sneered: "What's there to be happy about?"

Zhou Yuxue smiled and said, "Brother Qin has advanced directly. He is already the top three in the group."

Mo Qiulan sneered and said, "What's the point of being happy about advancing by luck?"

Zhou Yuxue snorted lightly and said, "Luck is also part of strength."

As she said that, she still raised her chin proudly.

"you!"

Mo Qiulan was so angry when she saw her like this.

She felt that her best friend was really going to anger her to death now.

So she sneered again and said, "So what if you enter the top three? He will still lose in the next round."

"That's not necessarily." Zhou Yuxue snorted coldly.

Mo Qiulan looked at her and sneered: "Do you know what kind of genius are those who can enter the top thirty? Do you think he can still enter the top 15?"

As she said that, her face was filled with sarcasm.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuxue opened her mouth, as if she wanted to refute something, but she was speechless for a moment and couldn't say anything.

Because Mo Qiulan said it makes sense.

"Hmph! Maybe Brother Qin can create a miracle." Zhou Yuxue snorted lightly.

She still believed in Qin Hao very much.

"Miracle?"

Mo Qiulan sneered and said, "Do you think it's possible?"

As she said that, she looked up at Qin Hao on the ring, her eyes full of viciousness.

Qin Hao, I didn’t expect that you were lucky.

But in the next round... you will definitely lose.

Because there will be no bye in the next round.

And the opponents in the next round are even stronger.

You... are dead!
To be continued...