"Eh~ Hello audience friends. I'm a narrator slacker. Next, I and AI Ayi will explain it to you. ”

Suspended from the commentary platform above the arena, a magnetic voice reverberates through the arena.

The elongated tone gives a sense of calm and lazy.

Slacker: "Eh~ What's going to happen next...... Hey? Interesting warring parties. Everyone should be familiar with one of them, and I believe that most of the audience friends are coming for his name. He is the player who has just recently squeezed into the 50th place in the strong upper standings, and is predicted to have the power to advance to the fierce level of the Golden Dragon Lance! ”

With the introduction of the narrator's lazy, the cheers in the audience suddenly rose, and hundreds of people, almost most of them, were calling for the golden dragon lance.

Slacker: "Huo~ is really enthusiastic." Then let's have the player Golden Dragon Lance appear. ”

"Golden Dragonlance ......"

"Golden Dragonlance ......"

"Golden Dragonlance ......"

The cries of solidarity gradually converged and filled the fighting arena, and the air began to tremble faintly under the sound, so that the surface of the tea in the lazy man's hand continued to ripple.

It was also at this time that a round hole suddenly branched out in the center of the fighting arena. One of them, dressed in a dark red warrior suit, holding a gorgeous spear engraved with dragon patterns on the surface, his hair fluttering, and his unruly figure slowly rose.

"Tea caress the piano and watch the blue sea, drunk leaning on the gun and laughing at the red dust......"

In the midst of the deep groan, the man who showed his uninhibited and free temperament stood leaning on the gun after throwing a gun flower.

The cheers in the audience also rose a few points again with his handsome movements.

Slacker: "Huh...... The next player is also very interesting. In the second game, he dared to challenge the golden dragon spear that ranked 50th in the standings. ”

Seeing that the slacker paused here, a calm voice lacking ups and downs took over.

Yi: "That's right. And the contestant who launched the challenge is still a leapfrog challenge. It's still in the middle of the strong level. ”

Slacker: "Oh? Just after winning, do you want to challenge the high-level players? I think I'm very confident in my own strength. ”

Ah Yi: "It's worth mentioning that both of them are players under Lu Buwu, a drunken sword idiot. ”

Slacker: "Hey? Wouldn't that be bad? ”

Yi: "Maybe it's because you're a newcomer to the martial arts arena, so you don't know the rules. In the first fight, the fighter actually split his opponent in half with a single sword. ”

……

In order to avoid the embarrassing situation that the audience was busy cheering and did not find out that the next contestant entered the arena, the two commentators were pulling back and forth while making introductions.

It wasn't until the call of the golden dragon lance gradually became scarce and the audience enjoyed shouting that it got to the point.

Slacker: "Okay. Next, this bold newcomer player who doesn't even have the title, Zheng Ming, is invited to enter the arena. ”

Unlike the cool Golden Dragon Lance, Zheng Ming's appearance is quite shabby. What makes the gap even more stark is the audience's reaction.

I saw Zheng Ming pacing from the sidelines to the middle of the field. The atmosphere of the frenzy just now has changed.

There are those who sneer, and there are those who call for the golden dragon lance as always.

"Haha, madman, kill him."

"You murderous pervert, go die."

There were two distinct shouts from the audience, from those who had watched Zheng Ming's last fight. Although it was quickly covered by the tsunami-like "golden dragon lance" cry, it was heard by Zheng Ming, who had a keen sense of hearing.

Capturing his shouts, Zheng Ming indifferently raised his head and glanced at the audience. It was also at this time that there was a loud shout from the commentary seat above.

"The two sides of the fight, the golden dragon lance, Zheng Ming. The battle has officially begun! ”

Hearing the hint of the start of the game, Zheng Ming retracted his gaze and focused his attention on the golden dragon lance in the field.

"It's you...... Qin Lao told me about you, and he didn't hesitate to kill his opponent on the first appearance, which was complained by a large number of viewers. That's why it's hard to wait for newcomers who don't have brains. Have you ever thought about the consequences? ”

The golden dragon spear was the middle-aged man who had a relationship in Lu Lao's room when Zheng Ming went to sign up.

Zheng Ming, who didn't have a very good impression of the golden dragon lance, saw that the other party had a condescending tone to teach him, and his face became gloomy.

"Want to preach me? It's up to you? ”

"Oh, I don't know how thick the sky is. When you hit a wall everywhere, you will understand how naïve your arrogance is now. ”

"My casualness is arrogance in your eyes. Your ordinariness is almost flattering in my eyes. That's the difference between the two of us. It's not that you don't like my casualness, but you think that I'm not worthy of this, who is similar to you. It's not just me that you look down on, it's yourself who grovels. ”

When Zheng Ming and the Golden Dragon Lance were arguing on this side, the explanation of the commentator above sounded at the right time.

The lazy man touched the broken hair on his forehead with interest, and his tone was full of banter: "It seems that it has developed into a small theater where the seniors want to teach the juniors, but they are choked and have nothing to say." Hehe, it's getting more and more interesting. ”

"The Golden Dragon Lance may have remembered when he was younger. I remember that when he first arrived in Starlanding City, he was also known for his arrogance, and no one paid attention to him. On the other side, Ah Yi, who took over the conversation, his voice was as calm as ever.

Slacker: "Oh? Speaking of which, the Golden Dragon Lance is also an outsider. I guess after all these years of hard work, I should be about to get citizenship. ”

As he spoke, the short dispute below had come to an end, and the golden dragon spear that was critted one after another by Zheng Ming's poisonous tongue turned pale, and he raised his spear and pointed it at Zheng Ming.

"It's just a war of words. I'm going to teach you a good lesson today. Let you recognize yourself a few pounds and a few taels. ”

Zheng Ming: "Heh, for the sake of your own life, I advise you to admit defeat and surrender." Once the battle begins, I'm not going to show mercy. ”

"Just what I wanted. Dragon Soul. ”

Seeing that with the roar, a dazzling golden light enveloped the body of the spear. The narrator above also spoke a few points faster.

Slacker: "Oh, here we go. I used the dragon soul in the first place. ”

Yi: "Even the Golden Dragon Lance is afraid of the other party's combat methods." ”

Slacker: "Well, it's a shame if you get hurt by your opponent at the beginning and can't use all your strength. I believe that the player who was suddenly killed by Zheng Ming last time was also unwilling. Who do you think will win on both sides? ”

Ah Yi: "Zheng Ming killed a strong mid-level opponent with one sword, which seems to be very powerful. However, a large part of the factor is due to the fact that his opponent failed to use all his strength in order to make the fight more exciting. It is likely that he was caught off guard and was killed by Zheng Ming, who suddenly broke out. ”

Slacker: "Oh? So you're more optimistic about the Golden Dragon Lance. ”

Just when the commentator above took advantage of the gap between the confrontation between the two sides to chat, the golden dragon spear with a dragon head condensed from the tip of the spear below, and went straight to Zheng Ming.

Yi: "Yes. According to my estimates, the golden dragon lance accounts for at least eighty percent ......"

The dragon's head condensed from the tip of the spear was shattered by the white fist, and the blood color quickly spread on the golden energy.

"Boom."

In a violent roar, the golden energy was blasted into countless spots of light and dissipated into nothing. The white floor of the arena is painted in bright colors like graffiti made by swinging a brush on white paper.

"I said a long time ago, let you surrender."

Zheng Ming, who had a crazy face, shook his fists, whispered, and walked silently to the sidelines.

It wasn't until he got out of the blockade of the fighting ring that the commentator's exclamation reached Zheng Ming's ears.

Yi: "...... Eh, eh? ”

Slacker: "One, one, one...... It turned out to be just a punch! ”

However, the audience, who was shocked, did not notice the narrator's gaffe at all. They froze in place for a long time, and then, just like what happened in Zheng Ming's last battle, exclamations, vomiting, and angry scolding sounded one after another.