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Chapter 2771: If It Were Anyone Else, They Might Lose, But I Am Tyrannical Song!

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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The three-eyed youth’s proposal was very targeted at those cultivators who were truly lucky.

If it was a genuine cultivator of the ‘good fortune’ system, he might be defeated by the three-eyed youth.

However, the Song Shuhang in front of him was different.

His confidence in ‘good luck’ came from the projection of Senior White’s left arm on his elbow. It could be said that this was borrowed luck and did not really belong to Song Shuhang’s main body.

Therefore, if necessary, he could temporarily remove the projection of Senior White’s left hand and compete with the three-eyed youth in the ‘Celestial Killing Light.’ It was still uncertain who would win!

A primordial spirit in the 15+1 state was so convenient to assemble and disassemble. Others could not be envious.

Other than that, there was also another reason for victory, which Song Shuhang had firmly suppressed in the depths of his heart and did not reveal. After all, he had the ability to passively read faces. If he accidentally leaked information and was targeted by the three-eyed youth, he would be at a disadvantage in the following matches.

“Then, let the first round begin.” The three-eyed senior narrowed his divine third eye and couldn’t help but glance at the projection of Tyrannical Song’s left hand.

Things like luck were extremely mysterious.

However, as the ruler of the Netherworld, he could vaguely sense some of the situations when facing people who truly had great luck. For example, Tyrannical Song’s left hand seemed to have been blessed by the world—this was a blessing at the level of the blessing of the myriad worlds.

As long as he had this arm, Tyrannical Song’s entire body would be enveloped by ‘good fortune.’ Under the protection of such powerful luck, Tyrannical Song’s first round was already certain to be defeated.

The only thing he needed to do was to use the loophole in the rules of the competition to prevent Tyrannical Song from using 15+1 primordial spirits after entering the range of the ‘Celestial Killing Light.’

Pa ~

The three-eyed teenager snapped his fingers lightly.

In the next moment, he, Song Shuhang, the Demon Emperor, and the big-eyed planet’s clone were all teleported to a piece of charred land.

Above his head was a dark cloud layer. Terrifying lightning bolts were swimming in the cloud layer, making loud rumbling sounds.

Each of these lightning bolts contained the laws of ‘Immortal Slaughter.’ This was a punishing lightning technique that was specially targeted at Tribulation Transcenders.

The Demon Emperor was speechless.

F*ck, why do I have to come in too?

Aren’t I just a gambling wager?

Since it’s gambling money, can’t I just lie on the side? Could it be that I also have to come in and suffer the lightning strikes of this ‘Celestial Killing Light’?

If you two want to be struck by lightning, why do you have to drag us along?

“After 13 breaths, a large amount of Celestial Slaying Thunder will descend, and it will last for five minutes. Within five minutes, whoever gets struck more times wins.” “We still have ten breaths of time to choose a position.” Once you make your choice, you can’t change it when the Celestial Killing Light descends!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the three-eyed youth rushed into the area where the thunder technique was blasted like a cheetah and then found a suitable position. He could achieve relative fairness, but he wouldn’t be able to achieve true fairness.

At the very least, he was more familiar with the area where the Celestial Killing Light was concentrated. As for Song Shuhang, this was his first time entering, so he didn’t have as much experience as him.

After the three-eyed youth chose his position, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he looked at Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang quickly rushed into the area of the Celestial Killing Light and chose a location based on his senses.

Ten breaths of time passed in the blink of an eye.

“Rocket Flying Fist!” Song Shuhang waved his left fist with all his might, trying to send Senior White’s left fist flying… Not only that, but his 15-point body also split into pieces and scattered to 15 areas.