What Lingfeng Lianzhu didn't expect was that the clown was waiting in his lounge.
After Feng Lianzhu defeated the crocodile yesterday, he got an independent lounge with beds, sofas, fighting training equipment, locker rooms and weapons distribution services. There are small advertisements for body modification in the room, and you can also see your Opponent information, there is a channel to spend money to buy opponent battle analysis.
"Brother Ugly?" Feng Lianzhu couldn't help but check the time when he saw the clown. At 1:10, there were still 20 minutes before the game, so it shouldn't be his time yet.
"I'm just here to remind you, it's better to change into a dress." The clown glanced over Feng Lian's bamboo-red robe and said.
"Why?"
"Look at your opponent's information."
The clown helped Feng Lianzhu, who would not use these smart devices to open the hidden light screen on the wall, and explained: "Your opponent is called a bison, and the gene level is a rare A-level. You must know that the alliance strictly controls the purchase of gene enhancers. Pathways, non-internal children, military personnel, and wealthy residents, most of the ordinary people are B-level or C-level, and there are very few A-level people.
"When the bison first came to the ring, the registration information was B-level. His opponent in his first match was an experienced B-level player. The opponent would be a rookie Buffalo. Flowing into his eyes, the red color filled the bison's field of vision. At this time, the dying bison actually broke through the genetic restriction, evolved independently without taking genetic enhancers, and killed the opponent.
"Because there is no gene enhancer, the A-level of the bison is not stable. He is B+ in normal state, but when he sees red, he will instantly burst out with A-level power. Your clothes will make the battle more difficult. It's tough."
The news that the clown said was not recorded on the light screen, it should be paid information, Feng Lianzhu was very moved after hearing it: "Thank you Brother Chou for reminding me."
"You're always so polite, hee hee~" The clown smiled happily when he saw Feng Lianzhu being so polite, "I just like to see you thanking me, remember to change your clothes~"
After saying that, he left Feng Lianzhu's lounge, and the clown's face sank as soon as the door closed.
All the corridors in the underground arena are extremely narrow, and only one person can pass through. If the players meet in the corridor, they must touch their shoulders or something, which can easily lead to a fight. This kind of private fight in the underground arena will not be controlled. In their opinion, the way to pass is very simple. As long as one falls down, the other can step on his body and pass through the corridor.
The clown was walking in the corridor with a sullen face, when a contestant came towards him, the winner of the previous game came back to rest. The player saw that the clown did not dodge, but took the initiative to bump into it.
At this moment, the clown stretched out his long arms, and his nails instantly soared and penetrated the white gloves, revealing a palm full of scales. With a stern force, he pressed the opponent to the ground.
The player was planning to fight back, but at this moment, a huge reptile's tail suddenly appeared and hit him hard on the stomach.
"I passed through here, who told you not to give way?" said the clown's pointy shoes, stepping on the man's face.
The tail swayed in the air and disappeared to nowhere. The clown covered his face with one hand and let out an uncontrollable laughter: "Hahahahaha! Thank you, hahahaha! I really like to hear you say thank you! I hope you will see A during the competition. Ranked bison, don't be scared to cry~"
He specially reminded the "Girates" players to change into red clothes in order to tell the other party that the bison will become stronger when they encounter red, so you just don't need to wear red clothes. When the opponent wears clothes of other colors to the stadium, he will definitely breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that he has encountered a B+ opponent.
But doing this is to make Kiratus forget the red mark with five fingers on his neck! When the field is full of other colors, the eyes of the bison will be attracted by the red on the white neck of Kiratus, and he will rush up and bite his neck like a mad cow.
While laughing, the clown walked into the monitoring room of the arena, put his eyes on the screen, and waited for 1:30, waiting for Feng Lianzhu to appear on the field.
He looked at the finger that he had smeared red on Feng Lianzhu's neck, and there was still red paint on it. The clown didn't use this hand when attacking the players who met in a narrow path.
"Ah, it's a pity," the clown looked at his fingers indifferently, "such a thin and tender neck, it would be great if I snapped it~"
While speaking, when the game time came, Feng Lianzhu walked into the arena, wearing his bright red robe.
clown:"… "
"Why didn't he change his clothes! I clearly reminded him, obviously reminded him! Doesn't he believe me?" The clown picked up his chair angrily and started smashing the wall, "Or, is he the kind of person who pursues excitement and power Athlete, with such a thin body, I can't see it..."
He smashed frantically for a while, the chair shattered, and there was a big hole in the wall. At this time, the referee called the game start, and the clown immediately put down the tattered chair and stared at the screen intently.
"Since you don't want to change your clothes, then give me a nice fight~" the clown said, "Oh, I forgot to tell him that the bison has been trained to resist electric shocks, and general electric current is ineffective against bison. Metal players are different, Bison is really strong."
While talking to himself, Feng Lianzhu on the screen was already standing opposite the buffalo. The buffalo was 2.4 meters tall and weighed 300 kilograms. The whole body was covered with terrifying muscles, and it was frighteningly strong. Compared with him, Feng Lianzhu had only one Mi Ba's height is really too thin, and from the screen, it looks a little pitiful.
The clown adjusted the screen to full-real simulation mode, and the picture suddenly became three-dimensional. The clown seemed to be in the arena. He stood in the middle of the bison and Feng Lianzhu, facing Feng Lianzhu, and clicked the phantom of Feng Lianzhu. Mask: "Die beautifully~"
At this time, the sharp-eyed he found that the mask of Giratus was different from the beginning, and seemed to be tattooed with some flame-shaped lines.
After noticing this, if you look closely at the red gown, you will find that there are countless fiery red fine lines on the clothes. These fine lines add a mysterious and fiery level to the Kyratus player, making him look more beautiful.
Even though his face was blocked, the clown unexpectedly discovered that Kyratus was really good-looking, very good-looking...
When the bison rushed towards Feng Lianzhu, a trace of remorse rose in the clown's heart, and it was a pity that he died like this.
But, it was too late, the bison had already rushed up.
The Joker waited with some sadness and some anticipation, waiting for Feng Lianzhu's slender body to be torn to pieces, and blood spilled over the entire arena like rain. At this time, Feng Lianzhu still stretched out a hand to block the bison's fist.
Strong! When he touched that fist, Feng Lianzhu immediately sensed the opponent's strength. If he only calculated the strength, the bison was much stronger than him, and the punch might not have more than five tons of strength.
Feng Lianzhu struggled to lift a three-ton airship. Even if he reached level 60, his fist strength was only two tons, which was far worse than that of a bison.
That being the case, try a new trick.
After secretly using lightning in the last game, Feng Lianzhu found out that there are people in this world who have been transformed. People in the underground arena are highly receptive to players whose bodies have been transformed, and he can use his skills appropriately.
After the clown reminded Feng Lianzhu, to be on the safe side, he put on the skin of the lava monster, and his clothes were covered with fire patterns, which could enhance the ability of Feng Lianzhu's fire attribute.
With the help of the wind, one hand barely blocked Huo Niu's fist, and the other hand gently waved the sleeve, and the fire pattern on the wide sleeve gradually brightened.
Feng Lianzhu's sleeve brushed lightly across the face of the buffalo, and the skill "Volcanic Eruption" was cast on the buffalo.
"Volcanic eruption" is the ability to make the surrounding rocks high temperature and explode, which can cause the effect of landslides and ground fissures in the game, but this effect requires the cooperation of the map, and without the support of the map, the ability of "volcanic eruption" is left. High temperature and explosion.
Using it on the bison, he immediately felt like his whole body was about to explode, and his blood boiled instantly.
After the "Volcanic Eruption" is performed, the breeze blows, and the wind connects the bamboo like bamboo leaves and then retreats. The farther away from the bison, the better.
At this moment, the bison did not have the strength to pursue Feng Lianzhu at all. The bulging blood vessels on his arms burst open with a bang, and the boiling blood spurted out like a volcanic eruption.
Blood vessels burst open one after another, and it seemed like there was a rain of blood around the bison. The audience screamed excitedly when they saw such a scene. Countless flowers and daggers were thrown from the sky to the foot of Fenglian Bamboo. The bison roared in pain, and the audience screamed. They were cheering.
Feng Lianzhu's face sank, and in the other room, the eyes of the clown who looked at him face to face under the heavy oil paint gleamed with disappointment.
"Che, you are also very good at torturing people, very cruel." The clown stretched out his hand and pointed at Feng Lianzhu's phantom, his eyes were very sad.
At this time, Feng Lianzhu asked the referee, "Did I win?"
Referee: "This, unless the opponent falls to the ground, dies, or automatically admits defeat, the game cannot end. Of course, for players with a red mark on their necks like you, the game will not stop even if you admit defeat, you have to fight until the opponent stops. , the bison doesn't need to, he can just admit defeat."
"Got it." Feng Lianzhu said lightly.
He walked in front of the struggling bison, with a gust of fresh wind blowing away the blood that was constantly splattering around him. Feng Lianzhu looked down at the struggling bison and asked, "Are you admitting defeat?"
"I admit defeat, I admit defeat, admit defeat!" Buffalo almost cried.
"it is good."
Feng Lianzhu bent down slightly, the fire pattern on his body faded, and his palm was placed on the forehead of the bison.
"Qingwen", a skill acquired by Feng Lianzhu after the fat dragon defeated the infatuated lotus, and a healing skill. The design is inspired by the Lianhua Qingwen capsule, which increases the fire attribute restraint ability for the infatuation lotus. After being converted into the power of Fenglianzhu, it has therapeutic functions such as clearing fire, reducing inflammation, and relieving pain.
The cool feeling spread throughout the bison's body, his blood was no longer boiling, his body was gradually recovering, and the wound was also recovering.
Although the lost blood could not be replenished for the time being, the life of the bison was saved.
"Why do you want to save him!" Ms. S dropped a small bomb from the sky. This kind of props cost 1 million yuan to buy and can blow up half of the player's body. If the player itself is very valuable, the audience who dropped the small bomb Pay for it too.
No one would drop bombs like this if they weren't too angry.
"Damn it!" The clown staring at the holographic live broadcast rushed to help Feng Lianzhu, but his hand could only pass through the phantom and could not touch the falling bomb.
There was a loud "Boom", and the huge impact blew the wind even the bamboo sleeves flying, like a wildly flying flame.
He stood in the fire, unscathed, only glanced at the sky quietly, and murmured, "Ms. S?"
Ms. S screamed: "Oh my God, is his voice so nice? Are his eyes so beautiful?"
Feng Lianzhu withdrew his gaze and left the arena in the flames. When passing by the referee, the referee asked nervously, "Are you all right?"
"It's okay." Feng Lianzhu left the arena and rushed into a group of people who put out the fire.
He walked steadily, and again in the narrow red corridor, saw the clown who seemed to have been waiting for him.
"You don't seem happy?" The clown tilted his head and asked sincerely for the first time.
"Fortunately," Feng Lianzhu nodded, "I just suddenly understood something."
"What?" Joker asked.
Feng Lianzhu shook his head and did not answer.
There was a memory that he thought had been deleted, but he didn't expect it to reappear at this time.
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