Three days passed, and after sixty-four fierce matches, the first round of the knockout rounds came to an end under the personal observation of Burning Emperor Cassius.
Half of the players advance, while the other half leave dismally.
In these three days of knockout matches, the players showed their talents and created many memorable and famous scenes:
Bai Tiao was crushed in the waves, the mighty Tianlong was pierced by an ice pick, the city in the rain relied on the "Yu Sanjia" to defeat the vice president of Wang Quan, the flying witch drew a seven-ring magic fireball to kill the enemy instantly, and Singo defeated the same Red Scale Conqueror in aerial combat. Broadsword
Mantou also took this opportunity to accumulate a large amount of video materials, planning to release them together after the competition is over, and then eat up a wave of traffic.
And his own fortune was unexpectedly good. He drew an ordinary paladin player and easily won the game relying on the flying dragon knight's aerial advantage.
At the contestants' table, the steamed bun who successfully advanced put his hands on his hips and sighed in a pretentious manner: "This world of heroes is really bustling with people."
"I didn't expect that I would reach this point after just a little bit of intervention."
Singo mercilessly poured cold water on the side: "90% of those who advance to the top 64 are professional players."
He took out several arrows from the quiver and smeared unknown liquid on the arrows.
“This time it’s not about whether you are lucky or not, but about who is lucky enough to draw you. That will definitely win the lottery.”
Mantou couldn't help but retorted: "I am an entertainment blogger, comparable to a professional!"
Singo ignored him and looked at the tiefling staff in the distance: "No, the next lottery is about to begin. Let's see if you are so lucky."
Steamed Bun puffed up his chest, pointed at the tip of his nose, and said confidently: "I have hard power to rely on. I dare to give anyone a fight."
"Haha, let's wait and see."
Singo left a word and got up to queue up to draw lots.
Steamed Bun took out the sophisticated equipment made by the fire dwarves, polished its surface, and whispered: "Maybe it will allow me to enter the finals."
After a while, Singo came back with the bronze medal. His expression was a little strange, as if he was suppressing a smile on his usually expressionless face.
Steamed Bun raised his head and asked curiously: "Who did you draw?"
"What, why don't you say anything?"
Suddenly, Mantou seemed to think of some possibility. His face suddenly became stiff and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
"It seems that my luck is not bad."
As he spoke, Singo directly showed his bronze medal, with the words "I'm going to eat steamed buns" clearly written on it.
Steamed Bun suddenly started sweating profusely, his face gradually turned red, and he held it in for a long time before he slowly uttered the two words.
"Wori."
As a teammate, Mantou knows very well the strength of Singo.
This guy stays in the game cabin 24 hours a day, holds a high position in the Red Scale Garrison, runs around and explores ruins every day, and collects almost all the resources that can be found on the map.
Although Steamed Bun barks "Xinguo" every day and makes various anti-fan comments on the forum.
But even he had to admit that Singo's aura and skills were at full capacity, and he had too many cards to count - it was no exaggeration to say that he was the strongest individual player.
What?
Should I fight a dog?
Real or fake
Although it sounds a bit embarrassing, this is what Mantou is thinking now, how can he fight?
Also a [Red Scale Conqueror], Singo raised his riding proficiency to +19, and also learned many aerial combat skills, reaching the point where he is on par with professional mentor Alger.
Mantou's riding skill level is still hovering at +14, and he patrols around to catch people every day, adding some experience and contributions.
In terms of physical attributes, Singo explored dozens of ruins and drank all kinds of giant elixirs and physique-modifying potions. It is said that his strength has reached 19 points.
And Mantou plays around, shoots funny video materials, and adds attribute points all through the panel.
The only thing that could barely compete was the equipment. Mantou deceived several pieces of rare equipment from the fire dwarves, which at least on the surface could compete with Singo's rare sets.
In terms of props, the gap is even more exaggerated. You must know that Singo is a well-known collector.
At this stage, he basically has at least one of the special props that can be named, and his methods can be said to be ever-changing.
"How the hell is this fight? Xin Gou crushed him in all directions."
The more the steamed bun thought about it, the more discouraged he became. He lay like a wilted steamed bun on the sofa in the contestants' box, his eyes dull.
No, he seems to have a trump card too!
Steamed Bun sat up from the sofa with a sudden jerk, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and his eyes became full of passion again.
Isn't he just a bitch?
Just give it a try and maybe win it? Doesn’t that mean he is expected to win the championship?
"No. 00325, I'm going to eat steamed buns."
The referee's voice sounded, and Steamed Bun walked out of the player tunnel with a determined look on his face, waving to the audience.
Hum hum, this time I want you to see my true strength!
With a mortal body, he can compete with his profession. When the time comes, he will edit his wonderful performance into a video collection and gain a lot of female fans.
When the barrage is filled with "Brother Mantou is so handsome", wouldn't it be beautiful?
As the most well-known video blogger on the "Erezegue" channel, Steamed Buns is quite popular, but he doesn't have many loyal fans.
Most players regard him as an electronic pet. They just watch it for fun and enjoy his videos.
"It's the old steamed bun thief!"
"What the hell? He also entered the top sixty-four?"
Woohoo, this is probably Mantou's last game, just wait and see and cherish it. ”
"Old pigeon, go back and edit the video! Also, don't bring your personal belongings with you!"
"The king of heaven overpowers the tigers on earth, the steamed buns have a charm of 5! The pagoda suppresses the river demons, the steamed buns are really awesome!"
The cheers from the players came from the audience, but it was not the support that Mantou imagined.
He couldn't help but raise his head and retorted on the spot: "It's Charming 9, hey, don't spread rumors!"
However, the players in the audience not only failed to restrain themselves, but became even more aggressive.
"He's anxious!"
"Urgent!"
"The steamed bun is red and warm. Who can pour some water on it to cool it down? How about some rock sugar and snow pear?"
"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet. By the way, who is Mantou's opponent?"
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No, we can't be disturbed by rumors and rumors, these are just little black men.
Steamed Bun walked forward with a sad face and arrived at the designated location.
"No. 00005, Singo."
The referee read out the blue team's name, and suddenly, the venue was in shock again.
"What the hell, God S?"
"Hahaha, Mantou must go back to edit videos now!"
"Steamed Bun: Shall I fight Singo?"
"God S is great, no need to say more!"
"The Xin Gou vermicelli has lost its taste, and the dish has become numb."
"Wori, Xin Gou is so lucky. I guess I have to rely on the people behind me to snipe this b."
"Damn it, don't let this guy win the championship, Xin Gou Xiaozi is jumping around again."
"What do you mean?"
Singo is already extremely controversial. Those who support him regard him as a god and believe that he is the guiding light of "Erezege"; while those who oppose him hate him with itch and think that he is a complete bastard. .
But one thing is recognized by both parties - Singo is very strong.
As a result, no one had much expectations for the outcome of this game. The real-time odds of Singo winning were as high as 23.00.
There was a lot of traffic on both sides of the game, and the commentator also cheered up in the face of this high-profile game.
“The winner of the competition is the famous blogger I’m going to eat steamed buns. This contestant has 500,000 fans on a certain website, and his videos are particularly popular.”
"The blue team in the game is the famous strategy master, professional player Singo. In the last game, he was defeated by the swordsman player who had high hopes"
"What's very interesting is that the two players are teammates in the same team, and they are both [Red Scale Conquerors]."
"There is a saying that goes, 'It's not scary to have a career conflict, who will be embarrassed by who will be favored.' What kind of sparks can the two sides collide with? Let's wait and see!"
"The game begins!"
At the referee's command, the two red-scaled conquerors simultaneously rode their flying dragons into the air.
Mantou's tactics are very simple - close combat!
If he played from a distance, he would definitely not be able to defeat Singo, who had the specialty of [Arrow Combat Accuracy], so he had to get close quickly and beat the old master to death with random punches.
"Noodles, charge!"
Mantou let out a sharp shout, and the flying dragon beneath him flapped its wings and pounced directly towards Singo.
"Haha. Want to get close to me?"
Singo sneered and clamped his legs.
The flying dragon under his crotch immediately understood, waved his wings, soared into the sky, and quickly occupied the commanding heights.
Singo unhurriedly pulled out an arrow from the quiver on his back, then bent his bow and nocked the arrow.
He stretched the [Hunter's Longbow] that had been refined many times into the shape of a full moon, and aimed at Mantou's head from a distance of hundreds of meters.
"What the hell?"
Steamed Bun discovered the "Hunter's Mark" on his head.
He is very familiar with this thing. Not only does it have a tracking effect, but it can also cause additional damage.
As long as you are hit on the head, you will definitely die! Thinking of this, Steamed Bun leaned over slightly, tightened his grip on the reins, and then shouted loudly:
"Noodles, turn right!"
"Whoosh——"
The arrows flashing with cold light pierced the air and headed straight for the steamed buns.
Noodles waved one of his wings and turned sideways in mid-air. The arrow passed over the surface of his body and barely missed his wing membrane.
Just when Mantou thought he had escaped the attack——
"Bang!"
The arrow exploded suddenly, and poisonous smoke suddenly spurted out, wrapping the steamed buns and noodles.
“It’s so shady”
"Cough, cough. Noodles, fly out!"
"Ouch——"
Noodles let out an angry roar, flapped his wings with all his strength, and finally flew out of the billowing smoke
But his movements also became a little slow and weak.
Steamed Bun gritted his teeth and muttered: "No, we have to occupy the higher ground to fight them"
"Noodles, climb!"
Although Noodles was disturbed by the poisonous gas, he still obeyed the order and flapped his wings vigorously.
Although Mantou is not good at bows and arrows, he still has long-range means - he bought a pistol from a wheelchair man in the battlefield.
Mantou took out the firearm from his pocket, quickly loaded the bullet, aimed at Singo in the distance, and pulled the trigger.
Sir, times have changed!
Although cold weapons are very romantic, I want to win!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
But the distance is too far.
And Singo did not continue to occupy the high point as he imagined. Instead, he began to dive and glide, flying around the steamed bun at high speed.
His speed was extremely fast, almost like a gust of red wind, constantly rolling, turning, and spiraling, as if he was performing an aerobatic stunt.
Even the naked eye is a little hard to catch, let alone shoot.
Mantou fired several shots in the air and suddenly became a little frustrated, but Singo shot arrows one after another while flying at high speed.
"Dang!"
The crisp sound of gold and iron.
The arrow hit Mantou's breastplate, almost piercing it, but fortunately his armor was strong enough to save his life.
But there were also cracks on the "rare" breastplate.
That spiral arrow can actually destroy equipment!
Steamed Bun suddenly felt a huge pain in his body - that was a rare level of armor!
And another arrow with a strange shape exploded in the air, causing a huge explosion that made the steamed bun almost fall off the flying dragon's back.
"Boom!"
There was another explosion, creating a mushroom cloud in mid-air. It seemed that it had predicted the position where Steamed Bun would escape, and almost swallowed him up, including the man and the dragon.
"What the hell"
Steamed Bun couldn't help but yelled. His face had turned black and the equipment on his body was in pieces.
"A little progress, but not much."
Singo stopped in the distance, smiled and shook his head, and then, a hint of enthusiastic fighting spirit appeared in the depths of his eyes.
"It would be a bit boring to end like this."
He whispered: "Then let me see what you rely on?"
Singo controlled the flying dragon to hover in mid-air, drew out the long sword from behind, and pointed at the steamed buns from a distance.
The meaning is obvious.
"Duel?"
Originally, Mantou had almost no way to deal with Singo's disgusting kiting tactics.
But since Singo took the initiative to give him this opportunity, he might win!
"In that case."
"Then don't blame me for not practicing martial ethics! Noodles, let's go! Dragon roars and charges!"
Steamed Bun showed a passionate smile. He clamped his legs and leaned down, his body almost touching the torso of the flying dragon.
A nearly six-meter-long static steel spear was tightly clamped at his elbow. The sharp spear head pierced the air and made a hunting sound.
"Ouch——"
Noodles also understood the meaning of the steamed buns and roared.
He immediately tightened his wings, retracted his forelimbs, and straightened his tail, making his body a streamlined shape most suitable for breaking the wind, and dived down from the high altitude at extremely fast speeds.
After experiencing countless charges, the combination of steamed buns and noodles has been engraved in the bone marrow and deeply rooted in instinct.
They swooped down like meteors, heading straight towards Singo in the distance.
"Shua——"
Singo also made a charging stance, driving the flying dragon and flying at high speed into the sky.
In just a few breaths, the two sides came to the front from a distance of several hundred meters, and the two flying dragons roared almost at the same time.
They both seemed to feel each other's hot breath.
"Roar——"
Two almost identical giant red dragon shadows appeared behind the two red-scaled conquerors, bringing endless power.
The two sides are about to collide!
Everyone in the audience held their breath and watched this scene nervously, and Cassius also watched with interest.
"Shua——"
A cold light flashed and blood splattered.
In the flash of lightning, Singo's flying dragon turned sideways in mid-air, like a roller, dodging the spear.
When the distance was less than two meters, Singo swung his sword diagonally from below and cut off Noodles' slender neck.
The roar of Noodles suddenly stopped, and the huge body was separated from the head, and was about to fall from the air.
The outcome is decided.
This is what everyone is thinking.
As usual, in a duel between red scale conquerors, the death of either side's mount means the end of the game.
As the saying goes, "Shoot the man first, shoot the horse." The knight who lost the flying dragon had no ability to resist.
Even the commentator said emotionally: "The game is about to end! It's been a hearty contest. Let's congratulate Singo in advance. Wait, what is that?"
The sudden change!
On the back of the headless bipedal flying dragon, Mantou suddenly threw off the reins and jumped up from the saddle.
"Since we can't win in this way, then——"
"I'm no longer a human being, Xin Gou!"
Red scales suddenly appeared on the surface of Mantou's body, two huge wings sprouted from his back, and a tail protruded from his back.
"Roar!"
Steamed Bun just flapped its wings in the air, barely able to steady itself, and then lunged towards Singo with all its teeth and claws.
The commentator's tone was particularly surprising: "Oh my god, the steamed bun contestant turned into a dragon!"
"This has never happened before in any competition! Is this the Mantou player's trump card?"
“It’s incredible!”
On the high platform, Tinia scratched her cheek irritably. She always felt that this power was familiar, but she couldn't put it into words
Above the venue, Singo looked at the young dragon rushing toward him, with a smile on his face that said he had everything under control.
"As expected"
"Steamed Bun, I guessed your trump card!"
Singo raised his right hand, and a long-hidden sleeve crossbow appeared on his wrist, equipped with a sharp cross-shaped arrow.
That's a dragon-killing arrow!
This thing is strictly contraband in the empire, but through the relationship within the Southern Continent Company, he purchased several from the Thrace region.
Singo aimed at the baby dragon's chest and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Whoosh——"
The cross-shaped arrow directly tore the scales on Mantou's chest and pierced into his heart.
"Ouch~~"
The baby dragon that the steamed bun transformed into let out a heart-rending cry, and then fell to the ground.
Singo stood on the back of the flying dragon, looked down at the fallen steamed bun, and whispered: "I'm sorry, steamed bun, you were deceived by me. You don't have many friends in the ring."
"Haha, I - I have collected all your information!" (End of Chapter)