All my disciples are sand sculpture players

At this time, countless players in the audience were dumbfounded.

"These melon skins... actually resisted?"

"Oh my god, even Brother Madara’s True Curse of the Wheel Tomb and Hell can’t kill them?"

"Ah, what the hell is this principle? Why do these melons keep dancing on the radio and get better and better the more they dance? Does this still make sense?"

"Haha, are you having fun? This is the embodiment of the legendary theory of evolution! Faced with unreasonable and indiscriminate attacks, the weak were gradually eliminated. Of the original 30,000 players, only one out of a hundred was left, with only 300 players left! However, those who survived were all truly strong! What happened to the strong man being able to withstand the real curse? Very reasonable, okay?"

"It's reasonable to say that this bunch of melons didn't do anything except talk and dance around the whole time?"

"Don’t you understand this? Who is really serious about practicing nowadays? The more serious you are, the weaker you will be! And the more melon-skinned and happy, the stronger it is! Not convinced? If you are not convinced, look at Xiong Fan on the 10th stage. From the beginning to now, does anyone dare to challenge him? Have it? ah?"

……

In the audience, many players couldn't help but talk. Some couldn't understand, some explained, some vomited blood, and some took advantage of the chaos to steal other people's skewers.

Although many players are confused, almost all players have to admit that the three hundred players who survived in the end are indeed the real strong ones!

In every sense of the word……

"Boom!!!"At this time, one hundred three-person fusion and the only Broadcasting Exercise legion players were shining with silver light, and the power of space laws continued to flow throughout their bodies. However, they were extremely skilled, and they danced Broadcasting Exercise neatly and uniformly while looking at Senju Madara. , every player acted with incomparable confidence and provocation!

It was as if Senju Madara had lost!

In fact, when the Ring Tomb Demon Prison failed to kill these three hundred melon skins, Senju Madara I know that I currently do not have enough strength to kill all three hundred melon skins!

But who am I?

I am the number one demon cultivator! Senju Madara!

"All right! I, Senju Madara, recognize your strength!"

"Throughout the entire Five Tests era, I, Senju Madara, would like to call you...the most enduring warrior! And there are three hundred of you, and I will call you……"

"Three Hundred Warriors!"

……

Senju Madara spoke slowly, word for word, and said extremely seriously.

The three hundred melon skins in front of me... ah, they are three hundred brave warriors. They are indeed against the heavens! Even Senju Madara had to admit that he had no way to kill them!

"Damn it!"

"Are you confused about the Three Hundred Warriors?"

"Ah, can it still be like this?"

"This scene looks so familiar, right?"

"I, Mr. Ban, would like to call you the most enduring warrior? Why do I feel like Brother Ban is driving?"

"Wake up, why are you so smarter than these guys who dance on the radio? You can even think of driving?"

……

The audience and players were speechless, and at the same time they couldn't help but think about it.

Could it be that...

Brother Ban is really at the end of his rope? Are you going to be exhausted by these three hundred broadcasts?

And the 300 broadcasting army players were also ecstatic!

"Hahaha, Brother Ban can’t survive!"

"Hehehe, I knew Brother Ban couldn't bear it anymore!"

"You are right, no one is more durable than us, does not exist, does not exist at all!"

"Won, we finally won!"

"Hahaha, are we going to be the first to defeat the old king?"

"I just said, our broadcasting army is invincible, okay?"

……

The three hundred players in the Broadcasting Corps were all delighted and began to fill their cups with joy. They even prepared to queue up and sit on the throne to experience the feeling of being a king.

But at this moment……

"But you are still bound to lose!"

"The stream of life and death in purgatory... moving in different spaces!!!"

……

Senju Madara whispered softly, and then directly activated the terrifying power of space laws, instantly transferring three hundred broadcasting army players to a chaotic alien space!

"？？？"The players of the 300 Broadcasting Corps were all stunned instantly! who I am? where am I? what happened?

Didn’t I win?

Why... suddenly appeared in this strange space?

"Ahhhh!"

"Damn it, I can’t bear it, I really can’t bear it!"

"Sinai! I want Sinai, ah!"

……

Just ten breaths away, the three hundred broadcasting army players in the chaotic alien space were completely wiped out!

Although Senju Madara does not have enough strength to kill these broadcasting army players, it does not mean... that he cannot do it in this extremely terrifying place of chaotic alien space!

Who says you will lose if you can't kill the opponent?

Wouldn't it be enough to just throw them into a chaotic alien space with your backhand?

So looking at the empty arena, Senju Madara raised his hand and struck, blowing up the sound system that had played the breath of Sand Marten in a loop ten thousand times!

"Ah, it's quiet at last!"As the BGM disappeared, Senju Madara finally nodded with satisfaction and sat back on the throne again.

"？"Looking at this scene, the entire Shenmu Valley fell silent.

Still... can you still use this trick?

But... it's really quiet!

Ah, the whole world feels cleaner without that melon skin that just danced on the radio!