Chapter 72 The second round of deathmatch duel
The interior of the three-purpose venue.
The students who are about to compete in a death match have all arrived at their designated positions and are quietly waiting for the second round of death match.
"Please relax and stay calm." Chen Li sat on the podium and spoke casually.
Liang Fuzhong and the tutors from other classes finished counting the number of people and returned to the podium one after another.
Many students moved their eyes upward to look at the huge clock at the top of the hall.
The longest second hand on the dial is approaching the scheduled time step by step.
No one was needed to stand up to maintain order, and the students in the venue calmed down consciously.
For hundreds of years, everyone has known that the deathmatch system is extremely punctual and has never been delayed.
Students, including faculty and staff, all looked at the clock at the top and said silently in their hearts.
"three."
"two."
"one."
At the moment when the point was reached, a mechanical prompt tone with no trace of emotion appeared in the minds of every student present at the same time.
【bite! 】
[The second round of deathmatch begins. 】
[Transmission begins! 】
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[Death Arena Number: 87****1062]
[Username: Change name to 26LB (cannot be modified temporarily)]
[Wearing the main title: Innocent Smiling Face]
[Already wears the sub-title: Beheading Butcher, Ultimate Murderer]
[Talent: 18.2]
[Current points: 0]
[Current ranking: 500/500]
[Ability: Flash]
【Notice! The first round of ability pool has been opened and can be selected]
As the saying goes, once is raw, twice is familiar.
Lu Bai quickly recovered from the dizziness caused by the teleportation, and immediately noticed the flashing emerald green light above his head, exuding a vibrant smell.
He looked up and saw the four characters "Innocent Smiling Face" standing abruptly on his head, and above this green title, there were two rows of red and black artistic characters.
"The Beheading Butcher" and "The Ultimate Murderer", these two titles both horizontally and vertically bear the ferocity of cursive writing, and their bloody colors are daunting.
His eyelids twitched.
Sure enough, what was said in the Death Fighter Forum is true. The title you wear will be displayed in the Death Fight Arena. The style of the game is similar to some kind of 9999-dollar web game.
It's a pity that the title after wearing cannot be removed and can only be hidden and replaced. The main title does not even have the option to hide it.
Fortunately, only the Death Fighters could see it, otherwise they would have been beaten to death by the aborigines as monsters as soon as they entered the Death Fight.
Lu Bai silently hid the two subtitles and forced himself to accept this reality.
That being said, let’s take a look at this round’s ability pool first.
He turned to ability selection.
The translucent data panel in front of the retina is blocked by the three divided images.
[Quick Thinking (Silver): Increase your own thinking speed, with a high probability of causing brain damage. 】
[Weapon Library II (Silver): Open the Level II weapon library and randomly obtain a special weapon from it. 】
[Your name is John Doe (Silver): You can force the target to be renamed John Doe. 】
Is it just a silver level ability pool?
This means that other Deathmatchers only have white abilities in the first round.
Lu Bai frowned slightly. He was not like most Death Fighters who believed that the lower the level of the ability pool, the better.
For him, the more advanced the ability pool, the greater his advantage.
but,
That’s all.
At least it's not as ostentatious as the title.
"Wang Ting, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. There are stars in your eyes..." Just when Lu Bai was debating whether to be a gambler or not, a man's affectionate confession suddenly came to his ears on the wind.
Exiting the personal interface for the time being, Lu Bai thought of observing his current situation.
No wonder he could occasionally feel the strong wind blowing. It turned out that he was thousands of meters above the ground at this moment.
To be precise, a manned hot air balloon in flight.
Including him, there were three people in the hanging basket under the hot air balloon.
The man and woman among them should be either husband and wife or lovers.
And his identity seems to be the pilot of this hot air balloon?
How come this thing is open?
He looked at the three instruments on the right, which were the altimeter, the elevation speed indicator, and the thermometer.
It's easy to tell the difference, but you still have to try your luck on how to do it.
At the other end of the hanging basket, the man was wearing a crisp suit and was tall and handsome.
I saw him saying love words, taking out a diamond ring from his arms, kneeling on one knee, and saying affectionately: "Will you marry me?"
Wang Ting said expressionlessly: "No."
"Wow...this is embarrassing."
Lu Bai's hands that were ready to applaud froze in place.
He originally wanted to break the news by telling them some bad news after the atmosphere became warm, but he didn't expect the woman to refuse on the spot.
At this time, telling them that I don't know how to fly a hot air balloon seems a bit short-sighted.
He scratched the back of his head honestly: "It should take half... maybe an hour for this thing to land. What should we talk about next?"
No one paid any attention to him.
The man's face was full of frustration. As soon as he stood up, his feet staggered again. It was obvious that he had not recovered from the blow.
But what's a little strange is that Wang Ting doesn't speak either, which makes people feel very weird.
Something's not right.
Thinking of this, Lu Bai narrowed his eyes slightly.
He thought about it carefully. When this woman spoke, although there was only one word, he could feel that her tone sounded slightly awkward.
It's like just learning to speak.
"No, that's not the case. You are joking, right?"
After coming back to his senses, the man stretched out his hands and pressed the woman's shoulders.
He forced an ugly smile: "You told me that you wanted me to propose to you in heaven. You said you thought this was very romantic. You must be joking with me, right?"
The man was chattering as if he had lost his mind, like a drowning man trying to grab the last straw.
Wang Ting remained expressionless and allowed the man to pull her and shake her.
I don’t know if she shook it too much, but Wang Ting’s face cracked on the spot.
The whole head was like a folded ball of thread, rapidly unfolding.
The ends of these extended meat strips even formed bone spurs and bone knives that shone with cold light.
Seeing this scene, the man felt that his head was about to burst.
He was so frightened that he sat down and said, "I must be dreaming."
His legs kept fluttering, trying to distance himself from Wang Ting.
"Ouch! Alien!"
Lu Bai smiled unconsciously: "No, this thing is more like a parasitic beast."
Wang Ting's figure from the neck down was still so graceful, but her head turned into a ferocious monster. Compared with the parasitic beast in Lu Bai's impression, it just lacked the iron blade.
However, that gloomy white bone blade seems to be quite sharp.
Sa!
Wang Ting stood still, controlling a piece of meat to roar towards her, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The man sat slumped on the ground, his eyes wide open as he stared at the strips of meat attacking him. Other than that, he was completely unable to take any countermeasures.
The next moment, Lu Bai suddenly turned on [Flash Time]. During the pause in time, he reached out and grabbed the man's collar at the back of his neck and pulled him back, thus avoiding the scene of the man's head being separated.
His move will naturally attract Wang Ting's attention.
Like a cold killer, the monster attacked again without saying a word.
It swung its upper body, and a meat stick with a bone blade at the end swept across.
(End of chapter)