Just now, the audience outside the four seats was just a sparse whistle, but after I and this shooter came on the field, the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

It's just that this kind of excitement is not quite the same as the kind of welcoming idols, for them, the onlookers at the moment are not the people who are preparing for the game, but the monkeys of the circus.

Although the shooter on the opposite side is not a good thing, he seems to be slightly popular, he stands in the distance and waves and kisses, exhausting his posture to show off, and those who don't know think that he has won the world championship.

After the talent show, this guy crossed his arms and shook his head, his face full of regret and pretense: "I said! Brunette, I told you before that you should go and play with the stupid goblins, that would make a big difference to your operations, did you do what I said? ”

The armored hussar in the audience smiled crimson, and the stubble on his lips was shaking: "Oh my God! He's a genius! Hahaha!! ”

"It's the most vivid joke I've ever heard tonight!" The mustache next to him should be in harmony.

The people in the audience almost burst out laughing, and the famous "Sir Cockroach" has become a famous clown in the underground arena and a scenery that people talk about.

……

Inside the grounds.

I looked out at the auditorium, and I couldn't hear the sound outside, but I could tell what these people were making at the moment just by looking at their mouths and their hilarious expressions.

"Ahahaha!!!"

I can even make up for the big gasp of Europeans and Americans in my own brain.

"Alright, alright, brunette kid." The archer took his new longbow in his hand and pointed a long arrow at my head: "Let's finish it as soon as possible." ”

"Whew!"

The mouth is full of care, but the shot directly uses the [Light Thorn Arrow], this skill has high damage, and the flight speed is extremely fast, and there is almost no possibility of dodging under normal circumstances.

The arrow was very accurate, and it hit me directly in the side of the face.

“MISS。”

"What?" The archer slowly lowered his longbow, and the smile on his lips narrowed a little.

And I just looked at him without moving.

"Damn, you missed at a time like this!" The shooter gritted his teeth and roared, as if to attribute the situation to a "mistake", but he was not discouraged, raised his longbow again and continued to aim.

The red light condenses at the tip of the arrow, and it is [red between the eyebrows].

“MISS！”

The host outside the venue was also taken aback by the strange sight, "Oh my goodness! Both attacks missed! The odds are just in time to hit the jackpot! ”

There was a lot of talk in the audience, but most of the topic was still ridiculing the shit luck of "Sir Cockroach".

The armored hussar was a little disappointed: "Good boy, don't make this stupid mistake again, although the odds of this game are very low, I still suppressed Sir Cockroach to lose, and I can still make some money." ”

The mustache was unimpressed: "Who knows? I pressed Sir Cockroach for three hundred gold coins. ”

When the armored hussar heard this, he turned his face to look at the mustache in confusion: "Wait, did I hear it wrong, you mean...... You crushed Sir Cockroach? ”

The mustache tilted his head: "Of course, don't you think it's funny?" ”

"Oh my God! No wonder you lost like that, look how ridiculous your actions are," the hussar smiled sympathetically, "you might as well use this money to find a team to take you through the dungeon, and maybe you might be lucky enough to pick up a weapon." ”

Somewhat embarrassed by the hussar's words, the mustache tried to explain: "Uh..., you're right, but Sir Cockroach has a very high odds, close to three times!" I'm just giving it a try, uh, ......, emmm......, like people say, believe in miracles..., you know. ”

"Whatever you want, my friend, I hope you can change into your favorite dark gold weapon soon." The armored hussar shook his head helplessly and continued to watch the game.

……

Not only the audience, but also Garuyinlai himself began to be a little anxious, biting his lip and looking at me angrily, his eyes full of complaints.

"Brunette, I didn't want to be too cruel to you, but you! It's a bit of a shame! In that case, don't blame me! ”

How unfair this world is to the weak, I obviously didn't move, but I still have to bear the infamy of the culprit, I'm so tired~

"Sunset!!"

A huge blazing light gathered towards the longbow in his hand, and the ball of light on the tip of the arrow gradually grew and expanded, like a compressed asteroid.

He let go of his fingers that tugged at the bowstring like an eagle's hook, and the arrow pushed the dazzling fireball across the parabola, and I slowly raised my head to look at the little sun in the sky that was getting brighter and brighter, but I had a little anticipation.

"Boom!!"

A roar exploded above my head, and the hot sensation instantly enveloped me, and a wave of fire rushed from the top of my head like a flood to all directions, and my body was completely engulfed in an instant, and there was no sign of survival in sight.

Garuyin slowly lowered his longbow and smiled slyly.

“-22771”

The damage value slowly floats up, which is considerable, but at the same time it is a pity.

If he can do this damage on me, it means that this person does have something, after all, my damage reduction and instant damage shield are no joke.

I say this because this damage figure is not mine, but his.

"-18975", that's what hurt me.

Obviously, Garuyin didn't react to what was going on, but he wasn't a fool, and he still knew that his health bar was empty in an instant.

"This! What happened? He looked at his attributes in a daze, then looked up at me in surprise: "Brunette boy! What tricks did you play!? ”

The flames were gone, but I remained the same as ever, and the only thing that responded to him was my kind and innocent smile.

In addition, after a few seconds, more than 1,300 green numbers slowly floated above my head, and [Ink] and [Gathering Flowers] took effect, using a portion of the damage as my HP recovery.

The confident Garuyin couldn't hold back his nervousness at all, he raised his longbow and pointed it at me, roaring and questioning, his eyes frightened as if he was looking at a monster: "Damn it! What exactly did you do!? Answer me!! ”

Not only him, but also the people in the audience could not continue to calm down, and people stared at the almost frozen confrontation in the venue, and no one could guess why it had happened to this point.

In the common room, the Death Lords and the Norse Rogue, who didn't care about the other games, also stood up and looked at the field, staring at the man who was still standing, trying to figure out how this was done.

"Did he move?" The Death Lord asked slowly.

The Nordic thief shook his head, but his eyes never took off the screen: "No, not moving...... This guy seems to have a counter-injury. ”

"It should be..."

The two who were-for-tat suddenly had a common word.

Although Garuyin wanted to break all this, he didn't dare to do anything now, because he knew very well that he had little blood left, and if he continued to attack rashly, he would only die at his own hands in the end.

People respect me, I respect people.

"As you say, Mr. Garru, let it be the end of it." I didn't waste any more time, and slowly raised my right hand above my head, grabbing out a sharp spear with iridescent light.

He recognized the skill move of [Breaking the Nine Skies], and decisively turned his head and slipped away, not forgetting to beg for mercy in his mouth.

"Oh no! Other!! Listen to me!! Wait a minute!! ”

"Go!"

"Don't!!"

The last hoarse cry of despair was impressive, and Garuyin had no way to dodge himself, and was pierced through his chest by a spear as swift as a cheetah, and the blood exploded into a colorful red flower on his chest,...... He died so fast that he didn't even have time to fall and touch the ground before he turned into white light and flew out of the field.

I turned my head and walked slowly towards the lounge, oblivious to the discussion and commotion going on outside.

……

In the audience, the crowd of bets cursed angrily.

"Damn Garu! He must be playing a match-fixing! It's a scam!! They are all liars who deserve to be hanged! ”

A shout and reprimand made the whole venue uproar.

In one of the seats, a smiling mustache with a flowery face was constantly slapping his thighs, almost twitching.

"Oops! My friend! When I met you, I really wanted to turn over! Look how awesome this cockroach is! He helped me win over 700 gold coins!! Aha......"

Compared to the mustache's smugness, the armored hussar was a little difficult to accept, and he couldn't come back to his senses when he looked at the field blankly.

"No, I can't accept it." The armored hussar turned his head and interrupted the pleasure of the mustache: "There are only four people left in the next game, and this lucky cockroach Sir will definitely encounter one of the Death Lord and the Norse Monster Thief!" He's lost! ”

The mustache waved his finger: "Man, that's not necessarily, I think he's in good shape today, maybe he's got new gear in the last few days?" He dispelled the curse that I kept losing, and he was my lucky star! I think I'll continue to stick with my choice. ”

"Yes! Then take a look! The armored hussar said excitedly, "In the next game of Jazz Cockroach, I will press him to lose!" Press a thousand gold coins! ”

……

There was some quiet in the lounge, and I sat there not knowing what to do.

The Norse Thief has followed another contestant into the arena, and a chase between a flood beast and a survivor running away is now playing on the screen.

The winner of the first game in the corner looked at me, at the Lord of Death, with a gloomy face.

The Death Lord just looked up at the screen, as if he was concentrating on familiarizing himself with the skills of the Norse Monster Thieves and figuring out how to crack it.

Soon the game was decided, and there was no suspense, and the Norse thieves won unilaterally.

"Next game! Death Lord VS God of America! ”

The host outside the venue excitedly announced the battle arrangement, and the Death Lord stood up with a "rub", his black armor rubbing the texture of metal, he clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and strode towards the venue.

The man named the god of Mia sighed, as if he had accepted the doomed end, but he didn't forget to look back at me before leaving, his face full of grievances and unwillingness.

What do you mean? Do you really treat me as a soft persimmon?

Outside the door, the Death Lord and the Norse Monster Thief passed by, and the Norse Monster Thief walked into the lounge and did not sit down, but walked in front of me step by step, I looked at a pair of boots that suddenly appeared in the field of vision on the ground, and looked up at him for some reason.

"Your anti-damage pile is very high, but I will tell you in advance that it will not be of any use to me, and the damage taken by my summons will not be inherited to me."

"It doesn't matter, do you know how much I paid and how many grievances I endured to find you?" I slowly stood up and looked at him with a smile, "...... Viking Filmman. ”

The mask on his face only covered the upper half of his face, and I could see the corner of his mouth very clearly.

When he was recognized, he didn't explain, and he didn't panic: "What is your purpose?" ”

The game outside ended quickly, and the Death Lord couldn't wait to take on the Norse Bandits, so he defeated his fragile opponent with great joy.

The door opened, and the Death Lord stood in the doorway looking this way.

I walked slowly towards the outside of the gate, leaving only a glance back: "... You'll see. ”