Tempest of the Battlefield

Chapter 21: My hand slipped (ticket~~)

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Wang Dong was convinced that when he was doing something about number theory, he collapsed. He couldn't bear it anymore. He was still carrying it on the weekends, which gave him no chance to enjoy the feeling of being near the girls' dormitory. It turned into taking classes in the dormitory, and I really couldn't hear what was going on outside the window.

The problem is that he is a student in the command department, and he does not want to build warships. Why should he learn these things? However, Wang Dong still admires those students in the science department, especially those who want to study the manufacturing of armed armors. What kind of brains do they need to analyze? The complex structure is confusing, but all outstanding students in the armed armor manufacturing department are also the targets of competition for government companies, so-called talents.

"Boy, it's almost done."

"What's almost done?"

"Promise, I put up with you for a week just to have a fight today. Look, don't say that I disturbed your study. This Martial God doesn't do that!" It seems that the Martial God has finally shown his true colors. No wonder he has been like this this week. Quiet, rarely quarrels with Wang Dong.

"Okay, I almost forgot!" Wang Dong finally gave himself a reason. It was too depressing. His small mind was in line with the heavy schoolwork. After all, he wanted to have fun on the weekend.

It seems that the God of War did not expect Wang Dong to agree so happily, "You can teach me."

Wang Dong almost fled away from the flying numbers. After his precise calculation, Samantha's plan to get rid of him was impossible to succeed. It is true that there were some subjects with poor foundation that he could not get back, but Even Meng can score a few points, and he can memorize almost everything. The key is that everyone has expertise. He has two trump cards, and the score ratio is very high. To get the final score of 50 points, Wang It's still safe to move.

I originally thought I could enjoy a relaxed campus life, but I didn't expect that I couldn't escape the hard life.

The boss seemed to recognize Wang Dong and smiled, "Young man, the system on No. 5 is better, here it is for you."

"Thank you, boss." Wang Dong nodded. In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of machine he is. He came today just to vent. After a year of killing alone on the Norton planet, he suddenly became a student and had to endure this. Pressure inevitably leads to fighting.

After logging into PA, Wang Dong found that his mailbox was lit, and there was someone inside who wanted to challenge him, a rookie with only one experience.

"Boy, find someone stronger. The level of children these days is really bad. Two strikes are really not enough for you." The God of War seemed to be saying to himself.

There are masters, but the word "master" is not staring above their heads.

Wang Dong had the same idea, but with his record, the masters ignored him at all. Those with a little level of skill came here not just to play, but also to learn from each other. As long as it was not a promotion battle, they all liked to challenge the masters. It doesn’t matter if you lose a few games, as long as you gain something.

Not to mention that there are two people in there who have really good records, and their armor level is also third level. Their strength is quite strong for those in their twenties, but it's a pity that they are not online.

There are also general rules in TPA, that is, those under the age of twenty are a group, and those between twenty-one and twenty-five are a group. Generally speaking, if the age difference is more than five years, it will be more difficult to fight. After all, the time of cultivation is different. Five years is a good deal.

The reason why the Federation chooses the age of fifteen as the age for awakening is also scientifically based. If it is too early, the human body is immature and can easily go crazy, and many unexpected changes will occur. Therefore, early awakening is full of dangers. There are only some Only with this protection can the ancient family awaken early, but that is rare after all.

In the city where he was, dozens of big screens were showing the current games. Wang Dong and the seemingly Martial God were both looking to see where it was worth taking action. The two of them went around in a circle and unanimously set the target at eighteen games.

Wang Dong walked into the arena without hesitation. The arena was already crowded with people. The number of people was about one or two thousand. For such a large number of people to come and watch, it means that the strength of both sides should be quite good.

"The Storm Blade has won fifty-six games in a row. It is definitely the best among third-class armed warriors."

"Yes, this guy's sword skills are too overbearing and don't give his opponent a chance to show off."

"I heard that he is from a certain army. He is very ferocious and has too much murderous intent to vent his anger here."

"Martians are normal, Earthlings are flirtatious, Evanters are dull, Martians are just arrogant, it's too early to end today."

Wang Dong saw this guy standing there, holding a knife unscrupulously, and there were cheers all around, probably waiting for the challenger, so Wang Dong went up.

"Looks like the Martial God player, the game has ended. If you want to fight, please make an appointment in advance." The referee stopped Wang Dong, "...and the level here is higher..."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Wang Dong was a little sweaty, too impatient.

In fact, he thinks it's quite troublesome, so just fight if you want. There are so many rules.

"Wait a minute, boy, stop. Since you're here, let's fight before leaving. Anyway, it's not a waste of time to just dismiss a rookie."

As soon as he saw that the opponent was an Earthling, Guangfeng Knife became interested. Martians never had so many rules, and they didn't care about the masters or inferiors. Let's fight first.

"Okay." Wang Dong stayed.

The surrounding audience did not expect Wang Dong to stay, but some people had already started to leave one after another. Such a rookie was not as good as the one in front.

"Boy, if you can catch my sword, you win!"

Guangfeng Dao really didn't take Wang Dong seriously, "Hurry up and put on the armor, don't waste my time."

"No need for armor, just have fun." Wang Dong said with a smile.

"court death!"

The violent wind knife slashed out without saying a word. Just look at the momentum of the sword and you can tell how powerful it is.

The expected screams did not appear, and the game did not even end. When they met, Guangfeng Dao found that his knife was missing.

This change shocked him, and he didn't even understand what was going on. The audience who was about to leave also sat down... something seemed a little wrong.

Wang Dong smiled and threw the knife to the other party, "Don't be angry, your hands will slip easily. Try it again."

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