Instant kill, instant kill, or fucking instant kill!
Abel easily advanced to the 120th floor with just one finger.
Then he met an 'acquaintance'.
This time Abel's opponent was one of the three people who laughed at him at the registration desk downstairs.
"Looks like I'm lucky."
"It turns out it's you. It seems like you're not very lucky."
Just when Abel thought that God wanted him to teach the other person what politeness was, the guy in front of him also recognized him and showed a winning smile.
Obviously this guy didn't see Abel's previous situation in the ring.
And the other two people also came and cheered in the audience.
Of course, there is also the cynicism towards Abel.
"Sure enough, you still have to kill bugs or something like that, otherwise it will be very annoying if they keep buzzing in your ears."
Abel murmured to himself, not taking the other party seriously at all.
As the battle began, Abel, who had always waited for the opponent to make the first move, chose to take the initiative to attack for the first time.
The guy who was so confident just now felt that he just blinked his eyes, how could he be in front of him? !
At this time, Abel had already pressed a finger on his chest.
Then he looked past the guy and adjusted his angle slightly.
Bang!
I saw a figure flying out of the ring instantly and crashing into the audience.
Two below and one above.
The three people smashed into the wall in the form of stacking Arhats.
No. 1, whose chest collapsed, was obviously dead.
No. 2 and No. 3 had countless broken bones in their bodies. They also had too much air coming in and too little air coming out. They were about to die.
In the panic, the doctor ran over and started resuscitation.
"It's time to pronounce the verdict."
Abel, who withdrew his gaze, woke up the somewhat bewildered referee with one sentence.
"Uh, player Abel wins!"
Since it is a fighting arena, of course there will inevitably be casualties.
Therefore, every contestant will sign a liability exemption agreement when registering in advance.
However, it is still very rare for a spectator to be killed by a player who was knocked out.
But obviously the responsibility does not lie with the players, but with the organizers who failed to take protective measures.
Therefore, the Sky Arena staff did not embarrass anyone, but were ready to compensate.
Sorry, if you have money, you can do whatever you want.
As for Abel, who had easily solved a few small bugs, he didn't have any special emotional fluctuations. He just felt that his ears were quieter.
After Abel knocked his opponents into the audience twice and caused casualties, all the arenas he participated in would strengthen protective measures and raise barriers.
This is not to protect the players, but to protect the audience
There is no one left.
After overcoming obstacles all the way, Abel reached level 190 without much effort.
Because he used one finger to kill his opponent every time, he also attracted the attention of countless viewers, and he initially gained fame.
Many people are looking forward to what kind of opponent can make him show his true skills.
In fact, at this point, if you are a player who comes to compete for money, it can be over.
Because there are no bonuses at any higher level, it’s all about players fighting for honor and reputation.
But obviously this 190th floor is still far from Abel’s goal.
"The winner is 'One of God' Abel!"
"Oh, Abel! Abel!"
"Too strong, this guy is really too strong!"
"Ah, ah, he looks so handsome! I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"
"She is handsome, strong, and most importantly, if that finger can become his woman, she will be very happy~"
Abel: "."
Um?
Meow meow meow?
Did a car roll over my face just now?
Abel was so speechless that God pointed out who gave him this nickname.
It must be a finger from God!
After the speechless Abel came down from the ring, he followed the staff to another service desk.
After reaching 200 layers, the real challenge comes.
The front can be said to be all appetizers.
And the challenge rules after level 200 are also different.
The [Application for Combat System] has been adopted. Each person has a 90-day combat preparation period and can choose to participate in the competition on any day during this period.
Every time you fight, you will get a recalculated 90-day battle preparation period.
However, if you do not participate in the battle within the stipulated 90 days, you will lose your qualifications.
You only need to win ten games at this level to pass, but if you lose four games before winning ten games, you will be disqualified.
But if you can win this floor, you can challenge [the landlord], and if you win, you can replace the opponent and become the new landlord.
After listening to what the lady at the service desk said, Abel nodded slightly, and then said, "Then help me arrange it. The sooner the better."
"Ah? Are you sure? Are you applying for the next battle now?"
"Yes, no matter who the opponent is. If there is someone, you can start now."
The young lady is helpless, but she must comply with the players' wishes.
At this moment, a guy wearing a cloak and a gas mask walked quickly beside him and submitted an application form, "I want to apply too."
The young lady looked at Abel with some sympathy and then started to work.
Because of the [Application for Combat System], some people often stay here. As long as they see a new person submitting a combat application, they will jump out immediately.
In this way, there will be a high probability of being arranged in the same arena, so as to "baptize the newcomer" and win this precious victory over the newcomer.
To put it bluntly, it means bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Abel was also targeted by them.
The cloaked man threatened coldly: "Newcomer, I'll give you a piece of advice. It's best to admit defeat when you get to the ring. Otherwise, I can't guarantee how disabled you will become."
Abel immediately laughed after hearing this, "You have companions, right? Why don't you call them over? Do you want to eat alone?"
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that one meeting is also an appointment, and three meetings are also appointments. You shouldn't be afraid of a 'newcomer', right?"
"ha?"
"Since you are seeking death, we won't be polite."
A guy without his left hand and a cripple with paralysis of his lower body came over in a wheelchair.
"Eh? But this is against the rules, isn't it?" The young lady struggled.
"I just took a look, and there should be no clear provisions on this in the rules."
Abel said with a smile on his face: "And as long as my losses do not accumulate to 4 games, in principle I can always apply to match opponents, right?"
"Well, there's no precedent for this kind of thing. I need to ask for permission."
Abel needs to complete ten wins as soon as possible, so these guys can be said to have come at just the right time.
If he wasn't afraid that the next two would give in after the first game, he wouldn't embarrass the young lady in front of him.
