"The scene just now... seems a bit familiar."
In Xiawu City, a few hundred kilometers away from Hualan City, a man lazily emerged from the game cabin, then looked away from the game that had just ended, and stretched out a big smile: "That What kind of swordsmanship..."
"This should be the specialty of Half a Pack of Cigarettes." The voice of an uncle who deliberately became fancy on the commentary channel came from behind: "I didn't expect it to be effective at this time."
"As he said...the game is a place where all means are used, whether it's overt or covert."
Duan Qing's voice then sounded in the channel, causing the man who was just about to take a rest to stop: "It's not so much that this method is insidious, but rather that the resurrected demon can be tricked so easily."
"...Indeed, although this was not the moment of his final defeat, he who was stabbed in the chest...even if he did not die, he should have been seriously injured." The flourishing talk then rang in everyone's ears. Earside: "So... this sudden stabbing blow should be the last one that affects the game."
"Half a box of cigarettes successfully turned his advantage into a victory with this sword." Duan Qing commented: "As a mad swordsman, this is the result he needs most."
"It is precisely because they are unable to attack for a long time that they are always dragged to death by their opponents in the end, so the berserkers have tactics like hidden sword style, street dance swordsmanship, and one-hit kill swords." Fanhua Sijin sighed. : "It's a pity... not many people know these things now."
"Come on, didn't we just see one?" Duan Qing pointed at the playback on the screen, but his fingers on the side never stopped sending messages: "Look, the time when this tactic was used can even be traced back to The so-called Huashan swordsmanship was just a cover-up in that place where the 'Tian Shen hangs upside down', and he started to exert pressure from that moment on..."
"Yes, there are also water bag attacks in between." Fanhua smiled and said, "Tell me... how many water bags did he prepare?"
"I don't know. Maybe by the time the invitation was made... it would have been used up."
In the playback screen provided by the system, Duan Qing's voice still explained calmly: "But relying on these things, the mad swordsman has completely taken the initiative. He even made the opponent give up the use of additional elements without any effort. Although in the eyes of Demon Resurrection, the game is just a return to the equal competition at the beginning, and in the end the winner will be determined by strength, but in fact at this time... his momentum has fallen into a disadvantage. "
"Aura...?"
"My own unique skills were broken so easily... No matter how good my mentality is, the seeds of failure must have been taken over by this time."
The man outside the game cabin looked back at the source of the sound, where Fanhua Sijin, who made the same sigh, was also listening to Duan Qing's analysis: "'This opponent is so strong', 'I may not be able to beat him' - once something like this Such thoughts begin to grow in your mind, so when faced with the attack of a mad swordsman, there is an 80% to 90% chance that you will be defeated. Their attacks are endless and continuous, like ocean waves. In one wave, your counterattack, dodge space, fatigue, frequency of stiff blows... all disadvantages will be like snowballs, accumulated layer by layer by experienced swordsmen, until the imagined defeat becomes a reality. They won’t give you another chance to turn around.”
"If you want to defeat such an opponent, you must either use your strength to overwhelm the opponent, or take the rhythm into your own hands." Duan Qing concluded: "Being passively beaten... there is no way out."
"Our demon-resurrected classmate is still a bit young."
Looking at the figures of the two players who had already walked out of the competition seats and were walking towards their respective rest areas, Fanhua sighed in a low voice: "Or...compared to the old guy opposite, His spirit is still a little more tender."
"His response to the crisis fell short."
Duan Qing, who was writing something quickly, commented unceremoniously: "When faced with the steam brought by the water bag those few times, he obviously lacked the experience to deal with this situation, so in two or three fights , he is always the one who suffers in the end, thus forcing him to give up his proud means."
"That's probably everyone's instinctive reaction when facing that kind of situation, so they were easily seen through by half a box of cigarettes." Blossoms of Flowers in the commentary room raised his arms and blocked himself in front of him: " All I can say is...this is another victory for the old fritters."
"Yes, from the current point of view... he is indeed a veteran." Duan Qing said helplessly: "A person who starts to force his opponent based on experience can always act unknowingly. , leaving an invincible shadow on people.”
"whispering sound……"
Outside the stadium, in the rest area of the No. 2 player in the world, Demon Resurrection, who had just sat down, panted for a while with a red face. Finally, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Forget it, stop bragging, I admit defeat."
"Judging from the process, you are already much better than me." Yun Jingbu smiled and patted his shoulder: "Or...do you still want to run over and compete with a real person? Even if you don't consider Wings of Freedom, In the background, just looking at that tall and strong figure, it seems like you can’t beat him, right?”
"Go, go, go...labor and management don't want to talk to you now."
"Ha, you immature little president, why did you blow us your mind before?"
"Damn it, if you don't want to play with me, don't worry, I'll send you to the Pirates of Pygala to hang up the flagpole!"
"Okay, okay, stop arguing."
The next moment when several people in the banquet were blowing their beards and staring, the voice of Phoenix Tianwang from the corner overwhelmed everyone and echoed around the place: "If there are any shortcomings, just accept them, and if there are any flaws, just correct them. Although we I came here with the idea of testing it in mind, but we can’t abandon the process of summarizing experience just because our results so far have been good.”
"Especially you, you are still a president." Looking at the resurrected demon who sat back down again, Phoenix Tianwang whispered: "So many people are looking at you, you have to set an example."
"Hey, that's why I don't want to be the president..."
"Even if you are not the president, you still have to summarize. This is our second best tradition in the world."
"What's there to summarize? If this game hadn't been split into the sea..."
"In the match just now, even if you didn't get hit by that knife, you would still be the final loser, you know?"
Looking at the stage lights that were turned on again, Phoenix Tianwang said calmly: "It doesn't matter that your opponent has more battle experience than you, just because of his status as a mad swordsman... you may not be able to survive his low health. Massive attack."
"Ah?" The Immortal Star Soul on the side asked, "What's the point of this?"
"Judging from past battle records, that half box of cigarettes hides some moves with lower health and stronger attacks." Phoenix Tianwang spread his hands and explained: "It's not the special effects on the equipment, but some of the moves he has learned himself. Skills, otherwise... do you think he would be so relieved to exchange blood with you?"
"The flame fist was very impressive, but in the end... I didn't even show my true skills." Looking at the opponent's face that turned ugly again, Phoenix Skywatch sighed leisurely: "Practice slowly. , boy. Now..."
“It’s time to see how your other coach does.”
Snapped.
"Don't watch anymore."
Amidst the applause and cheers that rang out again inside and outside the venue, the man in the Xiawu high-rise building expressionlessly turned off the live video, and then stuffed his active body back into his game cabin. : "You've had enough rest, let's go back and take a look."
His field of vision gradually changed with the flash of white light, and finally suddenly cleared with the man's familiar operation, and the slightly groggy dawn of the free world appeared before his eyes. He calmed down, jumped off the hay cart where he was, and then faced the breeze blowing in the early morning, and greeted several nearby players who were also resting: "Hello, hello... yo, Qing Brother Ling."
"Hey, Brother Qicai, where were you just now? Did you go to the toilet?"
"No, I just watched the game."
"Watching the game? I didn't expect you to be interested in the UEFA Cup."
"I'm just bored in my free time. I always watch less than you... By the way, why haven't I seen you going to games recently?"
"Hey, I am the man who wants to protect Tania, how can I spend my best time on... Okay, okay, I admit it is because Huan Meng was eliminated, so there is nothing to see. By the way, Have you heard that fantasy appears around Tania?"
"I haven't heard of it, and I don't want to hear it." Qicai Lingguang shook his head and replied: "Instead of caring about those things, it is better to care about Tania's safety... Where is Yijiang? Where is Liuchen?"
"They... are probably watching from the front line, right?"
"Really? I've been staring at it all night..."
"Oh no!"
Amidst the low voices of the two people, several players suddenly ran up to the end of the road in front of the motorcade. After seeing the few people here, they hurriedly turned around: "Brother, big brother..."
"What's wrong?"
"Empire, Imperial people..."
The man took two breaths, then shouted loudly enough to wake everyone nearby.
"The Empire is coming!"
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"The next game... is the Angry Demon."
In the UEFA Cup venue, which was still the same as before, Fanhua Xijin, who was flipping through the game information, sighed and said: "What is this, the second consecutive game in the world?"
"That's not what I care about, but... forget it."
Looking at the names of the remaining two people on the competition list, Duan Qing let out a long sigh: "Let's take a look at the performance of these two people first. If my prediction is correct..."
"This game should be exciting."
"Is it because the opponent is on Lu's bench?"
As if remembering something, the laughter of Flower Blossoms came out from the sound of turning pages: "Considering the last match where he beat Yun Jingbu to death...this battle is indeed a grudge game. .”
"Whether there is a grudge or not depends on what the two parties involved think." Duan Qing responded with a low smile: "If they are Mingjing Zhishui, we have nothing to say..."
Boom!
A loud sound that seemed to shake down the ceiling suddenly appeared in the center of the gradually condensed stage. It startled the audience and blocked all Duan Qing's unfinished words. However, as the scene in the center of the stage gradually became clearer, everyone swallowed back any complaints they originally wanted to make, because what appeared in front of them at this time was the scene of two heavyweight players fighting, and the place where they were fighting was revealed. The strange scene - the fiery red sky, lava everywhere, with endless scorched earth and black smoke rising everywhere, extending layer after layer to the distance that no one can see, on the background of mountains and mountains , the still gloomy sky blocked the sun just like the previous scene, but unlike the storm-like weather, the barrier covering the sky at this time was more like thick black fog, with red and black colors that did not belong to the sky. The pigment dyed the azure blue that originally belonged to the sky into a dark red like hell. Just like in another style of doomsday scene, an ancient palace also appeared in the sight of all viewers like an erupting volcano, glowing with bright red light, clearly showing its existence to the world, but Perhaps due to the passage of time, the door with a thousand-year aura in the middle of the palace has collapsed and been damaged. The scattered fragments that rolled forward due to some influence are also moving towards here. There was a roar like boulders all around, and the flames of various shapes burning on both sides of the steps were swaying precariously in the strong wind brought by the gravel. Finally, in the way of a review, they became lower and lower. The shaking sound reached the end of the steps, in front of a long and narrow altar filled with smoke.
The two players, one on the left and one on the right, faced each other on the left and right of the altar in this situation.
"This is really...a doomsday special." Lu Banqi, who was shaking his hands, took off his black clothes again, revealing his body covered with tattoos: "Is it a volcano and a palace this time?"
"My thoughts may be slightly different from yours, but it doesn't matter."
With two huge sword hilts crossed behind him, the man opposite Lu's bench showed an incomprehensible smile: "In other words... this UEFA Cup was originally insignificant to me."
"Why, are you also a person who has lost his fighting spirit?"
Lu Benchi's thick eyebrows twisted slightly in surprise: "Just like... the president of your association just now?"
The angry demon didn't speak, but quietly took off his swords.
"The last game was very offensive. If there is any misunderstanding next, please forgive me."
The blue dragon-shaped tattoo appeared and disappeared under the firelight, and then slowly came to the center of the altar with the man's tall body: "But... there are some words, I'd better repeat them."
"I hope to meet an opponent worth fighting - this is the reason why I came to participate in the competition." He stretched out his arms forward: "If you don't want to compete, then exit first and change your opponent to fight me. Maybe It’s a better choice for you and me. Well, that Duanshanhe might be an opponent we can look forward to..."
"So having said all that... we have some different ideas."
A loud stomping sound suddenly appeared in front of Lu Bench, who was bowing his head in thought, severely interrupting his increasingly low voice: "I'm not standing here for any competition."
The big sword in his hand pointed forward diagonally, letting out a faint whistle of the sword. Then the angry madman split his hands in two and pointed the sword body, which was almost a person tall, to his side: "I am Come……"
"He is settling accounts for our brothers!"
He roared, and the two swords in his hands drew uniform and frightening cold light in the air, and then swept towards the direction of Lu Bench with swirling fireworks and sky-high anger.
