The Highest Bounty

Chapter 11: war! war! war!

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Pascher is not a talented martial artist, his current ranking is promoted step by step by himself. Although the opponent's ranking was not high, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and carefully sized up his opponent.

The moment he saw Guding, Pascher realized that this battle might be a bit difficult. He has participated in more than 500 battles in the arena. Although he dare not say that he can tell the strength of the opponent at a glance, there are still some things that can be judged based on experience.

The opponent's momentum is obviously on the rise, which means that he should have encountered several consecutive victories in the previous games. And judging from the opponent's eyes, he is definitely a dangerous person.

"Test it first." Unsure, he decided to test Guding's skills first. Stepping out several steps in a row, his figure flickered on the ring and attacked Gu Ding from a strange angle.

Gu Ding stood motionless on the spot, the opponent's movement was extremely light, and the angle of attack was quite strange. He was obviously a guy who had experienced many battles, and the most appropriate countermeasure was to remain unchanged and respond to all changes.

When the opponent's fist approached his waist, Gu Ding took off the opponent's strength with a thunder elbow, and then pointed out, pointing directly at the opponent's heart. He shot extremely fast, Pascher barely reacted, and protected his heart with his palm, but he was still knocked out.

Pascher retreated several meters before he could stand firm. The palm of his right hand was completely shattered, and the ribs on his chest also showed cracks. It was a virtual state of being severely injured in the arena. If it wasn't for blocking it with the palm of my hand just now, I'm afraid I would have been completely bombarded to death at this time. He was inexplicably horrified that the opponent had severely injured himself with just one blow. "How can he be so strong? He looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. Could it be that he is a genius cultivated by some powerful force?"

"It seems that I can still challenge stronger guys." Guding is not sure how strong he is now.

"I admit defeat!" After confirming the gap in strength, Pascher decisively chose to admit defeat. He clearly knew that there was no need to continue.

"It's really boring, I didn't see the kid's strength at all." In the monitoring room, the short-haired woman in black leather boots narrowed her eyes slightly, "Go up with a guy with a ranking of about 200,000."

"Okay, miss." The man in the suit nodded expressionlessly.

When the challenger reappeared in the ring, the many onlookers in the stands were once again stunned. This time the challenger actually ranked 200,167. The rankings of 200,000 and 500,000 are not the same level at all. If most of the 500,000-ranked guys have participated in about 500 battles, then most of the 200,000-ranked guys have participated in about 2,000 battles. In fact, most of the guys who entered the top 200,000 rankings have awakened abilities and are extremely dangerous characters.

"I thought it was some powerful guy who wanted me to do it." This time Guding's opponent was a guy who looked about 20 years old, and he had a long knife on his waist. The attitude of speaking is extremely arrogant, and his ID name is also "who is more arrogant than me". "Little devil, it's still too late to surrender, don't wait until I chop you into eighteen pieces, you'll cry when the time comes."

"It's not sure who is crying!" Gu Ding grinned.

"Really?" The arrogant man put one hand on the handle of the knife, and a momentum began to gather quickly.

"Be careful, this guy is using the sword-drawing technique." Neptune reminded, "The knife-drawing technique has the effect of an instant burst of attack power. The longer it accumulates, the more terrifying the explosive attack will be. You must interrupt it as soon as possible." he."

Gu Ding stepped out secretly, and arrived in front of the arrogant man in an instant.

The arrogant man also drew his sword almost at the same time, and slashed at Guding's waist with a slash. Gu Ding made a wrong step, dodged sideways, and pointed at the side of the blade at the same time.

The arrogant man only felt a huge force hit the side of the long knife, making him almost let go. At the same time, a thunder elbow slammed into his chest, and then Gu Ding jumped up high, hitting the arrogant man's chin with a sore knee.

Seeing the figure of the arrogant man gradually disappearing from the ring, everyone watching the battle was stunned.

"Finally, I can see that it's a special set of physical skills." In the monitoring room, the short-haired woman licked the lollipop in her hand with satisfaction, "Change to one with a ranking of around 80,000."

"Okay, miss."

Guding's opponent soon appeared again, ranking 80958. It was a gunsmith, a thin man with a long black backpack on his back. The most noticeable thing is his face, which looks like it has been cut by a knife, with sharp edges and corners, and there is no expression on his face. Coupled with his straight waist and firm eyes, it is not difficult to tell that this guy should be a soldier. His ID name is "I am a gunsmith", and this kind of boring ID also fully shows that this guy is a boring person.

Compared with the martial arts profession, the profession of gunsmith is a new profession. People who choose this profession generally do not have much talent in martial arts, so they make this choice as a last resort. Of course, it does not rule out a small number of gunsmiths who become gunsmiths because they like firearms.

Gunsmiths are generally good at long-distance attacks. Once they are approached, they are not far from death. Their weaknesses are obvious. The most taboo opponent of this profession is the kind of guy with strong defense, fast speed, and strong melee attack.

The man just glanced at Guding, without saying anything, he took off his backpack from his back and took out a rifle from it. He adjusted the front sight without haste, and then loaded the bullet.

Guding has been in the military academy for several years, so he has naturally played with guns, but his talent in this area is average, not bad, but not good either. Even so, he could tell from the opponent's actions that the opponent was a real gunsmith, who was fundamentally different from his classmates. Not only the proficiency of the movements, but also the feeling of the opponent holding the gun is completely different, like a part of the body, and many of my classmates basically regard the gun as a tool.

When the other party raised his gun, Gu Ding moved, and then he heard the first gunshot, his footsteps still didn't stop, and he stepped out in a dark step, and the second gunshot followed.

Two shots in a row were dodged, which made the gunsmith's expression serious, and he fired three shots in a row, locking on to Guding's route he had predicted.

Gu Ding's footsteps changed, and he avoided it easily again, even he himself felt a little incredible. "This set of dark steps is so special, it can predict the trajectory of the bullet and make people dodge accordingly."

"Tudu." Two more shots were fired, and Guding avoided this wave of attacks with just one step. He just dodged and did not launch a counterattack. The main reason is that he wants to use this gunsmith to practice his dark step technique.

When the mechanic's magazine was changed to the eighth time, Guding's pace was already extremely proficient, and there was no need to continue this competition. He changed his figure and approached the gunsmith.

The gunman didn't panic, but continued to attack while retreating, and the frequency of pulling the trigger with his right hand was much higher than before. In just ten seconds, another shuttle of bullets was fired. He removed the magazine very skillfully, and took a new magazine from his pocket to replace it, but a hand pinched his wrist.

"You lost." Guding squeezed the opponent's wrist with one hand, and stretched out two fingers with the other hand to point at the heart of the opponent's left chest.

With a sharp blow, the gunsmith's figure quickly faded away.

"It seems that I still underestimate this guy." In the monitoring room, the short-haired woman bit the lollipop into pieces, "Find someone with less than 10,000 names and replace it with it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a woman appearing on the video, where Gu Ding was in the ring.

The strange thing is that the woman's ID actually displayed question marks, and all ranking and battle information also displayed question marks.

"Look up this woman's information." The short-haired girl frowned slightly.

After a while, the man in the suit said, "Miss, her authority level is very high, and I cannot view it with my authority."

"Let me see!" The short-haired girl stood up suddenly and pressed one hand on the query screen.

[Insufficient permissions, unable to view!]

The same dialog popped up again.

"What's the background of this girl?" The short-haired girl asked in surprise.

"Miss, you can't even check your authority, so it can only mean that the other party's authority is higher than yours." The man in the suit reminded. "And your identity, in the entire Milky Way Starfield..."

"I see. No one is allowed to speak out about what happened today." The short-haired girl sat down now, but the expression on her face was no longer as relaxed as before.