Shocking, absolutely shocking.
When the pink glove punched the opponent's face, leaving a pink memory, everyone who followed the game felt an unparalleled shock.
Tia, who won the championship with no defeats in her first competition, challenged the brilliant professional Seike as Silver, broke through and defeated the powerful enemy Noxar, and countless others have shown off in this arena that represents the glory of warriors. The brilliant heroes brought countless surprises and shocks to everyone. However, the moment these pink gloves appeared, Tia, Silver, and Barbarians were all forgotten. At this moment, everyone only had the shining pair of gloves in their hearts.
Come on, this is pink!
Sike tried his best to avoid Zhou Li's punch, lowered his waist, exerted his strength on his legs, and continued to run forward without any desire to fight. At this moment, he had no intention of resisting, or in other words, he didn't even have the intention to look at Zhou Li. In his heart, Zhou Li was like an ancient god who could not be looked directly at. One look at him would cause him to collapse.
Although Sike suffered from the novelty of Zhou Li's weapon and was caught off guard, he had no desire to fight at this time. But after all, it is still difficult to use professional abilities in a martial arts club, and most of them use their physical fitness to fight. So even though he was deeply humiliated, Sike's body was still intact without any trauma.
But anyone with a discerning eye knows that Sike's psychological trauma is definitely not small.
In a frenzied escape, or in other words, the dignity of a warrior and the human desire for survival drove Sike to burst out at the fastest speed in his life. This man who was always known for his ruthlessness ran as fast as a mad dog.
Tsk.
Zhou Li looked at the speeding figure in front of him and clicked his tongue. If he continued to chase like this, even if he caught up with Sike, he would waste a lot of time and save others from his poisonous hands. Although Sike is powerful and a good opponent, the purpose of his trip, apart from the champion's brilliant crystal, the most important thing is to show off in front of others and accumulate the power of disaster.
Use it.
Zhou Li made a prompt decision and began to mobilize the power of disaster in his body, preparing to directly end this unsuspicious cat and mouse. At this moment, he suddenly felt something.
oh?
Zhou Li suddenly stopped, which caused the frightened Sike to speed up instantly and fly at a speed comparable to Eluma. But Zhou Li did not choose to chase. Instead, he raised his eyebrows with interest and raised the corners of his mouth.
What's wrong?
The audience who were watching this cat and mouse game on the stage with bated breath were suddenly stunned. This moment was like a sudden stop, arousing their curiosity. They didn't understand why Zhou Li, who seemed to have an absolute advantage both physically and mentally, let go of his prey so easily. After all, the more people he defeated and the more medals he received, the more favorable the subsequent battles would be.
Have a good intention?
Not only did the audience not understand it, but even Ivey, who was watching it with gusto, didn't understand it either. He looked at Zhou Li in the audience who was putting away his gloves and looking for his next prey leisurely, and asked incomprehensibly: "Has he changed his gender?"
"I think he has mutated."
Lin Zi on the side was also shocked. You know, Zhou Li's motto has always been to kill all the enemies and bury the graves to fill the holes. Even if the enemy only has ashes, he has to burn out the relics before he will give up.
You know, when the ancient god of Jordan left a body after his death, Zhou Li first used more than a dozen elemental mages to freeze, water, and then use electricity. After drying, he cremated it. Finally, he smashed it into pieces and buried it in the soil and sprinkled water on it. Part of it, and even part of it, was sacrificed to the goddess of life by him using sacrificial magic. The whole process was completed in one go without any sloppiness. He can be called Master Ye in the funeral industry.
But now, Zhou Li actually let go of a sure prey with his own hands. Others may not know it, but they like them clearly know Zhou Li's identity as a warrior, and also know that the energy in his body will never run out. As long as he wants to, this may adapt to the Pink Cat Fist in the future and pose a threat to him. The existence will be directly caught by him with a handful of mino.
But now, Zhou Li actually let go of this threat. You must know that when he was in Magnum, in order to prevent his plan to found the country from failing, he beat two dogs at the entrance of the palace until they fainted, for fear of disturbing his ceremony.
As for the option of showing kindness...
It would be better to say that Zhou Li suddenly suffered from hemorrhoids and was bleeding heavily.
However, only Zhou Li knew that the fruit he harvested now would produce sweet melons in the future. With a kind and kind face, Zhou Li continued to look for new prey with a refreshed mood.
Obviously, in the level of Baiyin that Zhou Li said was in the advanced stage of cancer, Sike was one of a million. The other Baiyin professionals were not Zhou Li's enemies at all. But in order to create a show effect and gain more power of disaster, Zhou Li would pretend to be a novice every time to give the opponent hope, and then directly send the opponent away with a sand waterfall + pink meow fist.
In about twenty minutes, Zhou Li used an assembly line method to defeat nearly thirty enemies. The audience on the stage and the miserable Silver Age provided him with nearly two thousand calamity power, which was enough for him to play with fire twice. When he thought that this was just the preliminary round with few people watching, and that the number of viewers in the finals would be at least hundreds or thousands of times what it is now, Zhou Li felt itchy and wished he could go straight to the finals.
After successfully solving an opponent again, Zhou Li raised his head and looked at the remaining number of people above. After seeing the number sixteen, Zhou Li nodded. In line with the principle of never abandoning or giving up, Zhou Li continued to search for the remaining fourteen people and began to fight brutally.
Perhaps he had expected that somewhere where he could not see, a tragic story was quietly unfolding.
When Zhou Li started looking for prey like a hungry wolf, Saike, who kept running, discovered that Zhou Li had not followed. After confirming that this was not an ambush or a sneak attack, Sike finally breathed a sigh of relief and found a random place to start recovering his strength.
As the last runner-up, Sike knows that there are some hidden extremes in professional strength in this virtual battlefield. This is a valuable experience that can only be gained by participating in many competitions. For example, although the arena will suppress professional strength, it will not suppress the accumulation of strength, so Sike has learned to use professional energy to quickly restore physical strength and not waste it on attacks.
Sike's profession is a warrior, an ordinary profession. Due to some special reasons, his profession will always stay in silver. His soul and professional will were completely locked up, making it difficult to make any progress. At this time, Sike closed his eyes tightly, and the warrior brilliance in his body continued to wash away his tired body, restoring his strength.
Boom.
Undisguised footsteps sounded from behind, and Sike opened his eyes, a pair of eagle eyes flashing with dazzling light. He turned his back to the intruder and said in a loud voice: "Warriors don't pay attention to fair fights, why don't they attack by surprise?"
"no need."
The voice behind him sounded very honest and honest. A sneer appeared on the corner of Sike's lips. In this game, honesty and honesty were his weakness. But he didn't bother to take advantage of this. Sike stood up, flexed his hands and feet, turned his back to the visitor and said, "You didn't attack me sneakily. I'll be gentler in a while, don't be afraid."
Shaking the iron rope in his hand, Sike breathed a long sigh of relief, sweeping away the haze that Zhou Li had planted on him. The pride of being a warrior gradually emerged in his heart. He turned around slowly, his voice echoing throughout the land.
"My name is Seike, and your journey to the game ends here..."
A man, a kind man.
Smile, a kind smile.
Body, thin body.
arms,.
A ninety centimeter long, wrist-thick, pink plastic stick with tiny barbs covering its surface. There is an inlay on the top of the long stick, which is as thick as a meteor hammer. In reality, this kind of thing is generally used to solve problems and soothe the body and mind.
All in all, if this thing is shown on TV without coding, it will never pass the review in this life.
According to common sense, this thing is a blunt weapon at best, and among professionals, blunt weapons do not have an advantage. And although this thing is relatively long among similar types of tools, it is still a bit too short among weapons.
But the problem is, this is a fucking martial arts meeting, and it requires close combat. Fighting someone with this thing is like fighting a pig in a manure pit. If you win, your life will be over. If you lose the fight, this life and the next life will be over.
At this moment, Sike's mind went blank, with only one sentence left.
What kind of laws have I committed to deserve such punishment? !
No, no, no! ! !
In an instant, every cell in Sike's brain and body reminded him to run, run quickly, and never look back. Regardless of whether he wins or loses against this thing, his future career will be declared to be in a cesspool. When others talk about themselves in the future, they will definitely not say that they are the uncrowned king or the strongest silver. They will only say that they have fought with a stick.
The most terrifying thing is that he may not be able to defeat the owner of this stick.
"You're not half!"
Before he could shout out the accusation, Huang Yi, who looked honest and honest, hit Sike's head hard with the blunt instrument in his hand in a challenge. Sike subconsciously lifted the chain to block the blow, and then he was kicked hard by Huang Yi's flying kick in the air.
Sike, who had lost all his strength and courage after being kicked, lay on the ground. Looking at Huang Yi, who was walking towards him with a smile, the stick in his hand shining brightly, Sike helplessly let out his last roar:
"Don't come here!!!!!!!!!"
Zhou Li walked out of the battle venue, humming a little tune and slowly walked into the rest hall under the gaze of the audience. No one booed or praised, they just watched the strong man with the pink cat fist leave.
Are you a strong person? It's normal to have strange hobbies.
Then, Huang Yi appeared.
"Beasts!!!" "Shameless!!!" "No warrior spirit!" "Polluting the souls of my children!" "Recommend where to buy!" "Unfair, quit the competition! Quit the competition!"
The moment Huang Yi appeared, the entire auditorium was boiling. Everyone was accusing the strong man who used unknown sticks of being too shameless. Even if the thing he used was coded, it would only become weirder. At this time, everyone has forgotten the dazzling pink in their hearts, but only the more dazzling pink is left.
Zhou Li silently walked through the crowd and came to the auditorium where Aiwei and others were.
"Cat Cat Fist Warrior, please give your speech."
Seeing Zhou Li's figure, Lin Zi came over with a smile, her delicate and cute cheeks full of amusement, "How does it feel to be robbed of the limelight?"
Zhou Li glanced at Lin Zi, grabbed her by the neck and threw her back to the seat. Then he sat leisurely next to Eluma and said with an indifferent expression: "We are good buddies, we don't care about each other, whoever gets the limelight will win." OK."
"ah."
Except for the smiling Eluma, everyone else was stunned. They looked at Huang Yi, who was smiling and greeting the audience, and then at Zhou Li. The meaning was self-evident.
"Brother Huang Yi and I are half-brothers who cannot be faked. What do you know?"
Zhou Li snorted disdainfully, his dream of a stick was shattered, but Huang Yi resolutely took over the baton and Zhou Li's dream of a stick even though the two did not know each other. What a great and selfless feat it was. With such limelight, what if Brother Huang makes an appearance?
"Ah this."
Azi was also stunned. She thought about Huang Yi's battlefield performance, and then thought about Zhou Li's usual painting style, and suddenly it felt reasonable again.
"By the way, did Sike advance?"
Just when everyone was digesting the information "When did the relationship between the brave and the pervert become so close?" Zhou Li spoke up and asked everyone: "There is no points panel for this game. It is not intuitive at all."
"Promoted."
As soon as the name Dosek was mentioned, the expressions on everyone's faces were a little weird, "When the stick-shaped pervert was about to kill him, two people happened to be eliminated, and he advanced directly."
"This guy is very lucky."
At this point, everyone fell silent. Being promoted one second before elimination may be a blessing to others, but if it is to Sike, it is likely to be endless torture. After all, no one could forget the despair and pain on the expression of that young man who was originally high-spirited and smug after winning.
It's like mourning an heir, nothing better than this.
Forget it, just be happy Zhou Li.
"When does the match between Don Quixote and Torrea begin?"
Zhou Li took Eluma's cup and asked curiously. Azi on the side opened the game guide, searched for it and replied: "Half an hour later, it will still be the same venue, the preliminary match between Sister Don Quixote and Sister Torea."
"Wait a minute, can't these two people communicate directly?"
Zhou Li was stunned for a moment. He remembered that Tiya's description of the two tickets at that time was that the preliminary round could be ignored, and there was still a chance to play in the rematch.
"Don Quixote and Sister Torea said no, they want to challenge themselves."
Faced with Lin Zi's reply, Zhou Li raised his eyebrows in surprise, with a slightly puzzled tone: "Don Quixote is stubborn and I understand that he doesn't like privileges. What's Torea doing for you?"
"have no idea."
Lin Zi shook her head and said obediently: "I only know that Sister Don Quixote put three glutinous rice balls in a bowl for Sister Torea this morning."
