One hundred and eighty-three. The crowd was excited
When the eyes of the two were projected onto the screen again, Blowing Horn and Ruoyan had already bypassed the teleportation point back to the city and rushed towards the huge boss!
"Okay, rush, blow the trumpet, Ruoyan!"
The audience was surging.
Many spectators had already stood up and applauded, they were greeting the brave, but more people were still watching, and wouldn't it be embarrassing if the trumpet was blown and the words were lost.
But their caution only stayed for a moment, and they were closely attracted by the live broadcast on the screen.
The boss opened his mouth first, and spewed out a light bullet that swept directly in front of him like a machine gun spray.
The light bounced off the ground, raising a wave of dust, but faster than its bullet rate was the advancing figure.
The picture on the screen was transformed into a static picture reflected in Chu Yun's eyes, the jetted light bullet dragged the light tail and continued to extend, gradually converging into a light curtain printed with a moving trajectory, firmly imprinted on Chu Yun's retina, it was a picture that was a little faster than static, it was a singularity that flowed slowly in the time that Chu Yun manipulated!
Time was slowing down, and Chu Yun could feel it.
But in Lin Ruoxi's eyes, it was clear that Chu Yun's speed of tapping the keyboard was increasing infinitely.
There are always some people with extraordinary talents in this world, they are no different from mortals in ordinary times, and some are even inferior to ordinary people, but in special fields, they are all well-deserved geniuses!
What Chu Yun wants to do is not to become such a genius, but to dominate the absolute king of this space realm.
He sat on a high throne and looked down.
Everything in the world in front of him is small, including the struggling boss who is surrounded by him.
Indeed, in Chu Yun's eyes, the sinky tyrant who flaunted his might in reality was nothing more than a dying person with deep feet of mud. His eyes were full of indifference, no sorrow or joy, and only an absolute desire for victory.
This is Chu Yun's time!
This is the domination of the king!
The audience only felt that they were about to suffocate, Chu Yun had never had such a rep flowing out, and it was no wonder that everyone's faces were full of disbelief, as if they had been choked by the throat, and they couldn't swallow it back in one breath.
The boss is being played by him.
The angry boss has lost an unknown number of attacks, but the strange situation continues. In front of the boss's eyes, the terrifying enemy seems to have already watched its movements - it is no longer a dodge, because the place where the boss attacks is always empty.
The Tyrant of Perdition flapped his wings and unleashed a spreading black mist to encircle the Trumpet and his soldiers, but how could you be hit again for an attack that slowed down tenfold, hundredfold, or even freezed?
The mouth of the person who complained about the bug in the game before was so open that he could swallow an apple.,Nima.,It's not a game anymore.,Wife.,Come out and watch the special function war!
However, although Chu Yun's king domination ability is extremely powerful, with the time and wide area he dominates, it will also bring him a lot of burden, which is mental exhaustion, far more than the load on his fingers after exploding his hand speed.
Looking at the sweat that was constantly oozing from Chu Yun's forehead, Lin Ruoxi couldn't make a sound, she was afraid of disturbing him. She knew that when the king was in control, her spiritual power needed to be absolutely concentrated, but she just wanted to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead for him, and that's it.
But compared to this one, there is only one thing Chu Yun wants her to do-
Ruoyan led the ranged troops, constantly taking turns to shoot volleys, and the boss's HP was already red!
Rampage!
The black mist on the monster's body suddenly faded, revealing the copper-colored skin, and the cyan veins on it were intertwined, constantly bursting out, like demonic blood, like demonic anger, along with its terrifying light waves, erupted together-
Zhang Lang is a decent commentator, he used to do it on CCTV Sports Channel, of course, at that time the commentary was football, so his style has been set. He never says what I want to do like other commentators, or babbles and shouts out something according to his emotions, but always speaks with facts and argues with results, which also makes the audience comment on the game he commented, lacking passion.
But today, it was the always decent commentator who ushered in a turning point in his career.
According to the aftermaths of the recording personnel who were present at the time-
"He stood up all of a sudden, and I was right behind him, so I was startled and wanted to ask him what he was doing, but he threw off his suit jacket, threw away his headphones, grabbed the microphone and yelled."
"The trumpet did it, and he really did it! He dodged the bloodthirsty crowd after the boss went berserk...... Full blood, see no, full blood!! The final fatal blow was really fatal, emptying the boss's only remaining trace of health, and now the map boss Nocton is lying at his feet!! If you're going to ask me who the most anticipated MVP in the Pro League is this year, I'll tell you right now, he'sā"
"Blow the trumpet!!"
The whole audience was shouting frantically.
This battle is destined to create a classic, was recorded as a rep, spread thousands of times on the Internet, and even later recorded the official production of the year's top 25 best competitions on Blu-ray discs.
This battle is destined to become the hottest topic in the Hero Century recently, players continue to compare the trumpet with the active professional players, and some people boldly predict whether the league's ranking will undergo a new round of reshuffle after the trumpet enters the professional league.
More and more people put the trumpet and Chu Hanxuan together to compare, this battle does not seem to have to wait too long, because, in their minds, the trumpet and Ruoyan seem to be the well-deserved champions of this City Competition.
This game has made a lot of achievements.
But no one can predict where the future will go, but one thing is certain and certain.
In this battle, Chu Yun will never lose!
When Luo Cong came to Chu Yun's hometown with a large army, he had the attitude of a victor and was arrogant.
He may not be able to understand why the fragile opponent who was originally prostrate at his feet has become an insurmountable peak.
He seemed to see through the screen in front of him, after passing through the layers of darkness, he opened the door at the end of the corridor, and the man sitting on the throne stared indifferently.
If they insisted, using Wu Tianhao's ability to manipulate the probability of the maze, maybe this game could go on again, but under the absolute force domination of the king, they could no longer withstand this pressure and played GG one after another.
Seeing the victory that popped up on the screen, Chu Yun pushed away his seat, wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.
Take off the headphones, and the cheers of the live audience are full.
Chu Yun was stunned, he turned his head and met Lin Ruoxi's eyes.
"As the winner of the competition, is there anything you would like to say to our enthusiastic audience friends?"
At this time, the emcee of the game came over, and in the round of 16, where was there such an interviewed bridge, but the result was that the director saw that the current popularity was bursting, and suddenly he was suddenly inspired.
Chu Yun took the microphone and thought about it, then glanced at Lin Yatou and smiled slightly.
"Chu Hanxuan, Liang Mengqi, we're here!"