Chapter 385 Betting on Dogs for an Hour
“The damage display of this game is quite special.” Suzuki Sonoko, who was pulled by Judy to sit aside and watch the battle, commented with great interest on the intense action on the screen at this time. Battle, "Don't general fighting games display health bars? This one seems to be marked by the status of the character."
"Yes, after all, it is a very realistic somatosensory game. If the interface is A bunch of symbols and health bars might weaken the player's experience, right?" Judy pointed to the arcade screen on Tangze's side, "Look, if it looks like this, the place where it hits the opponent will change color. Red, then green, it's very intuitive, right?"
"Um..." Mao Lilan's head turned twice from left to right, and then from right to left, comparing the two people who were fighting back to back. , hesitantly raised his finger, "So, will this damage feedback be fed back to me? Isn't it a bit too realistic..."
Always only paying attention to Tang Ze's side. The few people on the big screen followed her directions and looked in the direction of Kengo Oto with hindsight.
"This..." Suzuki Sonoko looked hesitant, "It doesn't matter, should I notify the store..."
"It's useless to notify the store. Well, we should call an ambulance." Conan carefully Observing Oto's condition, he said with certainty, "His face is blue."
It is really green. This time, even his face turning red cannot explain Oto's current state.
On the edge of the helmet, you can clearly see the spreading traces. The bruises appeared on his cheekbones and forehead. The entire face was a little excessively red. It was really the same as the bruise on his face on the big screen. The game characters are exactly the same.
“K!O!”
While several people were whispering, a high-pitched game sound came from the speakers on the big screen.
"It's almost time." Karasawa, who had naturally won another victory, glanced at the clock leisurely, moved the right joystick to the option to end the battle, and moved his wrist easily Standing up, "How is it? Is there anything else you want to say, this Caesar?"
After the game was terminated by Karasawa, the opponent Kengo Oto also automatically quit the game, restraining The restraints on his arms, legs, and torso opened silently.
...Then without saying a word, Oto Kengo stood up unsteadily, holding on to the armrest, and fell to the ground before he could say a word.
Oh no, it looks like Karasawa caused the problem!
As soon as the idea came up, before anyone else could react, Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan, one on the left and one on the right, guarded Karasawa alertly.
"The surveillance video is here. It was him who refused to end the game, and it's not Karasawa's fault!" Suzuki Sonoko first expressed loudly.
"At the end of each round, Tang Ze asked him if he wanted to stop and admit defeat." Although it sounded like Tang Ze meant to provoke him, it made him hesitate again and again. Kengo Oto in the middle of the game allowed him to play one game after another. Mao Lilan still calmed down and insisted, "Everyone has heard this."
"Well..." Even if Conan He really hates this little gangster. In this situation, looking at this guy who was beaten until his head grew bigger, he can only say, "In short, if you encounter danger during the game, this can only "It's a problem with the production side."
It's not that he doesn't want to help, the main thing is that it looks too miserable, and Kengo Oto was beaten really badly.
If there is any difference between being beaten in the game and being beaten in real life, it is that when you are beaten in reality, your body will instinctively defend and avoid it, which can more or less relieve some of the intensity.
And a device like this arcade machine that sticks tightly to a person's body can almost completely tie the person there and beat him violently, punching to the flesh, which is really exciting. Now his initial complaint came true, and it became a torture device.
"Oto, Oto!" The regular customers of the game arcade who had been watching the excitement for a long time finally came to their senses. They all stepped forward to help Oto Kengo who fell on the ground and looked around. The high school students gathered in a circle took another look at the most popular fighting arcade machine in the store and didn't know what to say.
They have also been playing this arcade machine for a while. Logically speaking, it is just a game, and the feedback to the players is not strong enough to beat people like this.
However, this arcade machine has been online for a few months, they have been playing and watching the game for so long, and this is the first time they have seen someone fight with high intensity for an hour, and being beaten to death for an hour, unable to stand up, even kneeling for fifteen times. Time doesn’t know if this is the arcade’s fault, Oto’s own fault, or Karasawa’s fault.
Tangze's fighting style is very special. His movements are sharp and quick, and they hit the vital points more directly than pure fighting skills. Coupled with the skillful connection of skills in his hands, the combat power he displays is extremely amazing.
A skill-based fighting master who is proficient in game play, what is the effect of playing this arcade machine? They finally saw it today.
What’s even more frightening is that he is obviously not a veteran of this arcade, but simply has an excellent understanding of the game. In this one-hour battle, you can even see the curve of his technical optimization and progress...< br>
Karasawa's longest match lasted five minutes, and the shortest only lasted two and a half minutes. Kengo Oto was punched alive several hundred times on his head alone. It seemed unworthy of him to be beaten to such a degree. Worthy of surprise...
No one on either side spoke, and the noisy game hall fell into a strange silence.
“Haha, hahahaha!”
The first person to break the silence was Takayasu Shimizu who stood aside and watched the whole thing with a smile on his face.
He pointed at Oto Kengo who was lying on the ground unable to get up, and burst into a series of wild laughter.
He laughed so hard that his back bent, holding his knees, and laughed so hard that tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
What an ugly look, what a ridiculous loser! He regretted it. He should bring Nami over today to see with his own eyes what kind of shit she found!
"You look like this, it suits you so well, Oto." Takaho Shimizu wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes that he couldn't tell whether they were painful or happy, and watched the whole hearty match with great joy, "You bastard Gambling ghost, how much did you ask my sister to pay you back? Every time you kneel down and beg her to give you money, you have to behave like a dog! Okay, that's great. How does it feel to beat an underage child to the ground? 'Mikasa'? Hahahaha..."
His almost hysterical and cathartic curse caused the original attention to be focused on Oto and Karasawa. All the people on him looked over.
Shimizu Takaho smiled wantonly while facing the gazes of the whole room, and waved a friendly hand in the direction of Karasawa: "Thank you, my friend, today's game was really great. It’s so exciting, it’s worth writing a column for you for a month. I’m so, so happy...”
There’s still more to come! I have 3k monthly tickets this month, thank you all! ! !
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