After the old man left, Kamikawa Takumi said to Fang Cheng: "If you want to take away the divine sword, it depends on your ability."
Fang Cheng frowned and said, "What, you want to fight with me?"
"That's right."
Kamikawa Takumi smiled: "Only heroes can use the Divine Sword. If it is held in the hands of a nobody, it will only insult the power of the Divine Sword."
Fang Cheng glanced at Kawakawa Takumi's hand on the scabbard and replied: "If you still have self-awareness, let go."
Kamikawa Takumi also glanced at Fang Cheng's hand on the scabbard: "I'm talking about you."
"Then why don't you let go quickly?"
"If you tell me to let go, I will let go. Wouldn't that make me lose face?"
"Aren't you a nobody? Why do you want to save face?"
"My face can prevent the shrine from lending you the divine sword."
"What kind of skill is this? If you have the guts, ask the shrine to give me the knife."
"Do you think I look like a fool?"
"It doesn't look like it, it's definitely the case."
"You believe whatever I say, don't you feel more like a fool?"
"How can you be sure that I will believe it?"
"How do you know I'm sure?"
The two looked at each other and said one sentence at the same time: "You have such a bad mouth, did you eat shit for breakfast? X2"
"..."
The verbal greetings came to an end, and both sides felt that the other was a difficult opponent.
Kamikawa Takumi took the initiative to let go of his hand, not afraid of being taken away by Fang Cheng: "Back to the topic, if you want to take away the divine sword, you have to defeat me, otherwise no matter how much money you pay, this divine sword will not be lent to you. .”
When Fang Cheng saw him letting go of his hand, he quickly pulled hard. As a result, the boy's Qie An Gang didn't move at all, as if it was fixed on the altar.
Either it's locked, or the man in front of me is up to something.
Where did this bastard come from? There are so many things.
Fang Cheng didn't give in. He grinned and said, "You really want to fight with me? I have a nickname called Bloody Hand Human Slaughter, and I won't kill you if I fight you."
Kamikawa Takumi turned around and looked at him, smiling and said: "What a coincidence, I also have a nickname, it's called Killing People in Fighting."
His smile looked kind, but at this moment, Fang Cheng clearly felt unprecedented pressure.
His expression became cautious: "You seem to be very powerful?"
Kamikawa Takumi was very modest: "Don't dare, I'm only ranked third in Tokyo."
The words that seemed humble but were actually extremely pretentious came out of his mouth, but they felt very natural and correct.
Seeing Fang Cheng's constipated expression, Kamikawa Takumi smiled slightly: "If you are scared, just go back. When you have the courage to fight with me, come back and borrow the divine sword."
"Afraid?"
Fang Cheng's lips quirked: "I'm sorry, the word fear has never been in my dictionary. I will definitely win over you."
"Then I'll wait and see."
The eyes of the two parties met, as if an invisible fire was being wiped out.
………
"ah!!"
Kamikawa Takumi let out a scream, covering his head with both hands, as if wearing a mask of pain on his face.
On the mobile phone screen in front of him, the two big characters "Failure" were like bright red blood stains, which was very dazzling.
Fang Cheng showed a disdainful smile at the side: "That's it? Third place in Tokyo? The rankings are from the bottom, right? People are still addicted to food. Let's go back to bronze and practice for a few more years."
Kamikawa Takumi's eyes turned red from Fang Cheng's stimulation. He picked up his phone and said, "If you come again, I don't believe I can't beat you in a round."
"Hey, we promised to win two out of three games, but you've already lost twenty games in a row."
"In the last round, you are not allowed to choose the handsome man! You are not allowed to show your dog tags to mess with my mentality!"
"Buddha, I can beat you with one hand."
Ten minutes later, Fang Cheng easily demolished Kamikawa Takumi's base, then stood up and stretched.
Like a gambler desperate to lose, Kamikawa Takumi grabbed his pants angrily: "One more game, one-on-one can't prove anything. My strength is team fighting, let's start a custom 5V5 game."
Fang Cheng looked at him speechlessly: "Hey, it's boring for you to be like this. Do you want me to play with you all night until tomorrow?"
Kamikawa Takumi was still unyielding, and there was even a little pleading in his tone: "In the last round, I swear I will admit defeat if I lose!"
Fang Cheng looked up at the sky. It was still early, so he sat down again.
Seeing Kamikawa Takumi's re-energized appearance, Fang Cheng came up with a plan and started searching for the player's name - a super cute and super powerful god.
This guy was actually still online, and Fang Cheng sent a message directly: "Zizhong, do you dare to help your father again?"
Then an invitation was sent, and he turned to Kamikawa Takumi and said, "Why don't we switch to mobile phones to play? It's more fair this way, and you won't have anything to say if you lose."
Kamikawa Takumi thinks this suggestion is good. He usually kills everyone in the Countermeasures Department, killing whoever he catches.
The reason why I lost so miserably today must be because of my bad touch. Maybe changing my phone can bring me back to life.
So he nodded in agreement and exchanged cell phones with Fang Cheng.
The room was going to be full soon, and just when Fang Cheng thought the plan had failed, the super cute and powerful god suddenly got in.
Seeing that Kamikawa Takumi came back with great ambitions for revenge, Fang Cheng showed a well-planned smile and pressed start.
In less than fifteen minutes, Kamikawa Takumi's base exploded, and he didn't even have a chance to make fifteen shots.
Kamikawa Takumi looked like he had suffered from brain congestion for ten years, staring blankly at the failure picture on the screen of his mobile phone.
Not only because of losing, but also because of the "super cute and super powerful god"'s various tricks of stealing cars, stealing soldiers, and starting a group blindly.
He single-handedly sent five super gods to the opponent, and brought down four teammates with good strength.
Kamikawa Takumi couldn't accept that a game he had pinned on a comeback actually lost in such a ridiculous situation.
He looked at his phone and muttered to himself: "There's no reason. I usually kill everyone when I play with my colleagues and friends."
Fang Cheng's devilish voice sounded in her ears: "Then have you ever thought that your skills are so bad to begin with, and they let you do it on purpose?"
Kamikawa Takumi couldn't help but froze, and then felt shuddering.
Are all my colleagues and friends deliberately trying to lose to comfort themselves? I kept laughing at them for being rookies.
It turns out that the rookie is me?
"No, it must be because this assistant is a mole sent by you, right?!"
Kamikawa Takumi couldn't believe the cruel facts, and Chao Fangcheng made a sad and angry complaint: "I have been playing games for more than ten years, and I have never encountered this kind of cerebral palsy assistance!"
Fang Cheng took the phone back and said with a smile: "I am willing to admit defeat. You are so ugly when you refuse to admit defeat."
Kamikawa Takumi was stunned for a moment, then slowly covered his face with his hands and let out a soul complaint.
“Guri’s assistant, I’m CNM!!”
Fang Cheng ignored him and walked straight into the main hall, reaching for the boy Che Anzuna who was placed on the altar.
This time, I could easily pick up the knife and hold it in my hand, it was heavy.
Fang Cheng pulled the knife out of the scabbard and was stunned when he saw the blade.
