"It's a pity! This Mr. [Breaking the Sky] was defeated by his opponent, so he could only regret stopping in the semi-finals! Let's give a warm round of applause to the winner, [Garuyin]! ”

The light grew dimmer and dimmer, and at the end, only the shouts around him were louder, and the shooter standing opposite him raised his short bow and whistled, waving at his fans in the audience.

The light was bright again, and I was already in the pre-match preparation room.

"I didn't ...... again" I sighed, I still didn't meet Viking Movie Man in this game, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The people who participated in the game were waiting here, except for those who continued to wait and were ready to play, the shooter who had "defeated" me just now also came back here, and saw me sitting there alone sighing in a daze, pretending to come over and "comfort": "Hey! Mr. Little Man! Listen to me...... you wouldn't have had to be so ashamed. ”

Something was wrong and the others turned their heads to look at him, and I slowly raised my masked face to look at him, trying to see what else this guy had in mind.

He shrugged his shoulders, pointed his chin at my Heavenly Spirit Gai, and said proudly, "You need to know! It's not your favorite game to play, but if you really think you can do it, you might as well get a goblin game first! You know why? Because you're clumsy like a monkey that hasn't eaten! That's it! ”

After all, he has to tighten his arms and armpits, and then pout his mouth to imitate a primate, is he still going to let out "even roar!" Strange screams.

"Hahahaha!!"

The people in the lounge burst into laughter, amused by his humor.

I ignored him, but got up and walked out the door, I was here to find the Viking Filmer, and since he didn't come to the tournament today, I didn't have time to waste.

So, after learning the entry list, I gave up, took off a few pieces of equipment, moved back and forth a few steps, and set myself up as a live target, allowing him to show off his actions.

Arriving in the clearing outside the main city, I took off my mask and found a secluded area to start farming, ignoring the discriminatory taunts.

I was actively participating in the competition from that day onwards and the next day, but after actually participating, I realized that things were much more difficult than I thought.

First of all, the competition mechanism, after registration, you can't choose your own competition space, so which arena to arrange and who to play with is all randomly decided, and the list of players in the current space can only be obtained after entering the venue lounge.

This is also to avoid some players colluding to conduct shady matches, after all, there are spectators participating in betting, and the game must be as fair as possible.

So, the chances of me and Viking Filmmaker meeting together became infinitely slim, this guy came here to play without any regularity, it was always intermittent; Even if they do come, the chances of meeting each other are slim.

It's the 5th day so far, I've been in five races, and I've not been able to meet this guy because of my bad character; In order not to waste his time with these rabble, he simply adopted a beating policy to get himself out of the game as soon as possible and used his precious time to escalate.

I'm now at 84% of level 90, and this morning Hades directly surpassed Lao Bai and Zeus to become the second player to break through level 90, and the heeler upgrade has improved by leaps and bounds, and the burden on my shoulders is also extremely big, and I have to ensure my studies, and I have to constantly grasp the current situation of the two stores and branches, and I have to hold a meeting with the studio to grasp the trend of profit and loss, and I have to hurry up to upgrade.

Now, I have to get the Clown Emperor back.

Either end has to be taken care of, and no end can be left behind.

Successfully clearing a large area of stone blood demons, I sat on the blood-stained stone next to me and sighed, on the one hand, I was sighing for my hard work, and on the other hand, I was still worried about this Viking movie man.

Because I don't know what kind of gods Divine Wind and Zorro are, I can't startle the snake now, if I look for Viking Movie Heroes with great fanfare, I will inevitably be informed of my purpose by Divine Wind, and if these people take precautions before trying to win, I am afraid it will be difficult to ascend to the sky.

And the best chance I have now is to secretly break them one by one, and I don't have confidence in going head-to-head.

The stone-blooded spirits in the distance began to slowly refresh, and the quiet clearing was filled with oozing wails again.

"Keep up the good work!" Cheering myself up, I stood up and continued to charge towards the monster.

……

Day 8.

In the audience of the underground arena, the regulars were already sitting in their seats as usual, waiting for them.

A hussar in heavy armor was looking at the field with anticipation, and a mustachioed man in a robe walked beside him, he patted the armored hussar, his face was very excited: "Oh, my old friend, I didn't expect you to come too!" ”

"Of course! I'm a big fan here. The hussar shook hands with him warmly, and his face could not hide his excitement.

The mustache asked, "Hey, I see you look good!" Did you win a bet recently? ”

"I can't hide anything from you, let you tell me the truth!" The hussar suddenly lowered his voice and whispered, "Recently, I have won four games in a row, and I have made a lot of money!" ”

"That's so enviable! I'm the opposite of you, I've lost all the money I've saved to exchange for dark gold weapons! I'm so sad! The mustache said, his tone beginning to become depressed, especially with such a happy friend by his side.

The hussar patted him on the back and cheered him on: "Why bother? Just be happy! That's the right day! There are two big aces involved in today's game! ”

"Is that the Norse thief?"

The hussar looked happy and whispered to the mustache, "But it's not all! See that guy called Deathlord on the roster? He's a friend of the Heart Graber, this guy is the candidate who has won the venue championship six times before, and his strength is a lot stronger than the Heart Graber! But then I quit because I thought it was boring, and I heard that the Heart Relayer was defeated, so I had the idea of trying it again! Today, I happened to meet the same venue as the Norse Monster Thieves! ”

"Oops! That's a lot of fun! The mustachioed thief looked at the hussar with a mouseful eyebrow, and smiled: "My old friend, you must know something,...... I mean, can you tell me who you're pressing? I'm betting with you today, maybe just turn over! ”

The hussar was refreshed, and he didn't hide it, "Of course it's the Death Lord!" ”

The mustache suddenly smiled, "Thank you so much, my friend, meeting you today is my chance to turn over!" ”

The game has begun, and the first to appear are two unknown people, although there are back and forth fights, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that the level of these two people is not strong, and the fight is not spectacular, it is very boring.

"I'm not going to press this time, look at their dead fish-like movements, it's disgusting!" The mustache sighed, leaning on the back of his seat at random and flipping through his personal interface, trying to see if there was a suitable candidate to bet on.

"Alas! Look! This guy is actually here again? As if he had found a treasure, the mustache couldn't contain a big laugh on his face, allowing the hussar beside him to open the interface.

"What's wrong my friend? Your mood today is really unpredictable. ”

"This black-haired kid named [Breaking the Sky] is actually here again?! OMG! This guy has been competing every day lately! But every time he is beaten by his opponent, he has no power to fight back, and he can't imagine that he is really persistent! ”

Hearing what the mustache said, the hussar couldn't wait to open the interface, and sure enough, he found the name that had already become familiar to people in this game.

"Haha! This brunette boy really has a heroic dream! It's a shame it's not in the comics, otherwise he might have become a superhero! ”

"Isn't it!"

The two teased and laughed, feeling that their mood had become much more comfortable, but they didn't pay much attention to this kind of "jumping clown", and the biggest attraction of today was the duel between the Lord of Death and the Norse Monster Thief.

……

“Yes！”

I looked at the list of participants in front of me excitedly, secretly clenched my fists and gritted my teeth excitedly, so many days of perseverance, finally the emperor lived up to his wishes, but let me meet this Nordic monster thief!

I looked up at the growing number of people in the lounge, and in the far corner, the masked man was wiping his dagger, as if he was not talkative.

"Oh yes! Brunette kid! You're here again! A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, and when he turned his head to look, it was the shooter who laughed at me that day, looking at the brand-new longbow in his hand, it should have just been replaced with a new weapon.

I still ignored him, but this guy took the initiative to sit next to me and said, "I said, you are such a strange person, I am starting to wonder if you are hyping yourself?" In the last few days, you have been a well-known little celebrity, and someone has even nicknamed you Sir Cockroach! Hahaha......"

I didn't listen to what he said, but unfortunately it wasn't an advertisement, otherwise I could have poured some Skittles out of my left ear and ate them.

Unlike my calmness, the other players were visibly embarrassed, sitting in their respective positions and sneaking a peek at the Nordic thieves in the distance; It's hard to participate in a competition, and no one wants to encounter such a powerful enemy.

But now, this place is not dominated by the aura of the Nordic thief, because a black-armored swordsman in the distance who is gradually approaching him gives me a kind of divine pressure.

"Norse thieves, huh?" He walked over to the side of the Nordic thief, his tone without the slightest respect.

The Norse thief stopped wiping his hand, raised his head lazily, and looked at this black-armored swordsman, not panicking. "Yes, what's the matter?"

The black-armored swordsman didn't make it difficult for him, but nodded, and put his right hand on the hilt of the sword he was carrying at his waist: "I hope you don't disappoint me too much today, I want to beat you with my own hands at the venue of the finals." ”

"Hehe, that's not for sure." The Nordic thief put away his dagger, stood up and looked straight at the black-armored swordsman, and looked at the pitch-black mask without losing his momentum: "If we meet halfway, then you won't be able to appreciate how enthusiastic the audience is in the General Bureau." ”

The smell of provocation permeated the room, and every pair of eyes looked over there, but no one dared to say anything.

"Hmph, that's good, your self-confidence gives me the motivation to fight." The black-armored swordsman chuckled, then turned and headed out the door.

He was accompanied by an assassin with a sad face.

The shooter next to him shook his head and gloated with schadenfreude on his face: "Oh, that guy is so pathetic! actually had to fight the Death Lord in the first game, I just hope he can die a decent death. ”

Seeing that this guy was finally a little useful, I hurriedly asked, "Death Lord?" What kind of person is it? ”

"Hey! You're really a stunned boy! The shooter looked at me and smiled proudly: "That's a month ago in the underground arena of the master, won many championships, I heard that the reason for his withdrawal is that he feels that there is no opponent here, feel bored, I can't imagine that today actually appeared again, I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing......"

You can see the game outside indoors, the Death Lord and the assassin are indeed not opponents of the same magnitude, let the assassins assassinate in various positions, but they just can't help the Death Lord; And he didn't draw his sword the whole time, just parrying and dealing with the assassin with his left hand.

In the end, as if the fun was over, the Death Lord suddenly drew his long sword and split the assassin behind him in half in an instant.

The crowd was more enthusiastic than ever, cheering for the King's return debut, and the Death Lord gently dropped the blood from his sword and left the arena with a dashing look of his head.

"It's time for us to play! It's really fate, it's you and me again. The shooter next to me patted my head familiarly, holding his head high and looking like he was holding the chance of victory: "Although it is doomed to fail today, it is better than being at the bottom, so please continue to bear this reputation!" ”

I looked at the Death Lord who walked in outside the door, and then turned to look at the shooter with a spring breeze on his face, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a strange arc.

"Okay~"