In my memory, Musketeer was born in a slum. At this time, although he was somewhat famous for his games, he did not receive much attention. In order to make money, he held an arena competition in the square near his home. Any player who could beat him would win. You get $100, and the player who loses to him only pays $10.
Lu Yang looked at the introduction under his video. Sure enough, he posted his location and game time in the comment area under the video.
Lu Yang clenched his fist vigorously. The musket was too important. In his last life, his arena attracted more than ten competitive experts, including the five-person team champion and the three-person team runner-up in the US domestic competition.
Getting a musket is equivalent to getting 3 places in the World Championship!
At present, he has contacted Thailand's K, Germany's Tang De and Belgium's Black Friday. However, the number of people is too small. Even if a few of them trade twice in the group stage, it is not enough to pose a threat to the monopoly markets of each country.
Only by finding more international competition experts to participate can he have a chance to achieve this goal. He decided to win this musket, clicked on the merchant system in the upper right corner of the screen, and Lu Yang booked a flight to the United States at noon.
After the morning's main match, Lu Yang successfully advanced, greeted Han Zhong, and took a plane straight to New York City.
After landing, Lu Yang walked to the airport retail store and said, "I want to buy a helmet."
When he was a mercenary, he studied English deliberately and was able to communicate freely with others.
The server at the retail store smiled and handed Lu Yang a helmet and said, "Of course, it's $18."
After Lu Yang paid the money, he activated the helmet in the VIP lounge area of the airport to enter the game, clicked on the auction house system, and spent 80 gold coins to buy a level 49 fire magic account.
The basic equipment of the account is all available, the gems are all level 5 blood gems, and all basic skills are available.
After exiting the game, Lu Yang took off his helmet, took a taxi and entered the slums. He took out a piece of paper and handed it to the driver, saying, "Please come here."
The driver, a black man, frowned and said, "Man, why do you want to go here? It's not peaceful here."
Lu Yang smiled and said nothing.
The driver shrugged his shoulders, drove Lu Yang to the address on the paper, pointed to a square in front of him and said, "Man, I wish you good luck."
After paying, Lu Yang got out of the car and looked at the surrounding environment. The square was very shabby, as if it hadn't been repaired for decades. There were many people around, most of them were black, and a few were white. Everyone's clothes looked different. It's not worth it, but it's obviously worthless.
At one end of the square, hundreds of people gathered. Two people were sitting on a dilapidated simple stage, wearing helmets to compete. Next to them, there were three 42-inch old LCD TVs, showing their game footage.
As soon as Lu Yang walked into the middle of the crowd, a black player on the stage took off his helmet and jumped up excitedly, cheering loudly.
"I won, I won, 10 dollars, thank you." said the black player.
Lu Yang recognized this person as Musketeer at a glance.
The losing player angrily threw 10 dollars to the gun and cursed: "Just wait, I will come back later."
Musket shook his body and said proudly: "Welcome to come back anytime, poor vulture."
The surrounding teenagers booed loudly, and the player named Vulture became even more angry and turned around and walked away.
Huo Qiang was even more proud. He looked at everyone below the stage and asked arrogantly: "Who else wants to challenge me? Who dares to challenge me?"
Lu Yang had never thought about how to put away the musket before he came. When he saw this, he knew what to do, and just when he was about to step forward.
"I challenge you."
Eight voices appeared at the same time. Everyone in the audience immediately looked in the direction of the voices and found that the speakers were two groups, one group of five people and the other group of three people.
Lu Yang looked at these two groups of people, his eyes became sharp. If he admitted correctly, these two groups were the five-person group champion and the three-person group runner-up in the previous life.
Musket was just 16 years old. Seeing so many people challenging him, not only did he not have a trace of fear, but his eyes also showed a bright look.
"Pay the money first, everyone pays the money first," Musket said.
A younger child came over, handed the hat to them, and said, "It's $10 for each person. If you win, you will get $110 back. If you lose, there will be no refund."
The eight people looked at each other, each took out $10 and put it in.
"Thank you, thank you." the little boy said happily.
After the eight people had given money, Lu Yang walked up to the little boy, put $10 into his hat, and said, "Count me in for the competition."
Eight people looked at Lu Yang at the same time. One of them, a burly black boy, said arrogantly: "Man, you won't have a chance to play. I can defeat him by myself."
Lu Yang shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter. He stood and watched from below. He remembered that in his last life, muskets knocked all eight of them down.
Sure enough, starting from the first one, Musket started the killing mode. Each of the 8 people was a top master, but Musk defeated all 8 of them at a higher level.
The eight people were unconvinced, and the burly black boy pointed at the musket and said, "If you do it again, I will definitely beat you."
Musket shook his body and said proudly: "Please line up, now it's the turn of the yellow-skinned gentleman in front of you."
Lu Yang walked onto the stage with a smile, put on a helmet and competed with a musket. The screen flashed and the two entered the arena.
The gun used is a fire mage, exactly the same as Lu Yang.
"Hey, yellow-skinned friend, you are in the same profession as me, I won't hold back." Musk said proudly.
"Then I won't be polite." Lu Yang pointed to the sky with his right hand.
"Meteorite Technique"
A red meteorite with a diameter of 3 meters went straight to the location of the musket.
Musket's eyes lit up. He did not expect that the man in front of him was a master who knew how to simplify spells.
"Hot and Fast"
The steaming flames spewed out from under the feet of the musket, and they quickly ran towards the distance to avoid the big fireball.
Lu Yang recited a spell quickly, and the pyrotechnics were like bullets, hitting the musket one after another.
The eight players watching the game outside were stunned. This was a common scene when they competed with muskets just now. They didn't expect that Lu Yang would use it.
"Who is this person?" asked the burly boy.
The other seven people shook their heads, and a thin black girl said: "I have never heard of such a master in China."
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While they were discussing, Lu Yang found an opportunity and suddenly hit the musket with a flame blast, knocking him unconscious for two seconds.
How could the gun dare to stand there for so long, and immediately activated the flash skill, but just after jumping to a place 30 yards away, a red fire ball accurately hit his head, and when he took a step back , a red flame fell in the sky.
Lu Yang's Sky-Destroying Fire skill, activated in advance, accurately landed on Huo Qiang's head, causing Huo Qiang to die.
