Wren sat nervously in his chair, sweat staining his palms. When the timer on Su Ling's side returned to zero, the space was distorted, and Wren only felt dizzy and black.

I don't know how long it took for the concept of time to disappear. The darkness faded, and Wren slowly opened his eyes to find himself in a secret room of twenty or thirty square meters, with whitewashed walls.

"There are still thirty seconds left to arrive at the battlefield, please purchase equipment and add skills during this period."

"Your profession is the Wind Sword Tyrant Yasuo."

"Start with 500 coins."

A series of sounds was so familiar, and then the most incredible thing happened, in Wren's field of vision, a translucent, 20-inch system interface suspended in the air. In that system interface, the task column is colored red, and it reads: Mission mode, 1v1 deathfight. The battle ends when one side dies, with a time limit of 100 hours.

Wren's heart jumped, this is really not an online game, it is a real, real-life fight! Wren's time was limited, so he couldn't care about his feelings, so he quickly found the shop and bought a 300 gold gold armor and four bottles of red thumb-sized healing potions among the dazzling array of goods.

There were a lot of other things, such as offensive weapons like swords, but Wren thought about it again, he didn't know anything about where he was going next, so it was better to be safe. I just don't know if this healing potion can really be drunk to heal wounds.

Wren put his brown armor on the outside, the healing potion in the inner pocket of his clothes, the USP in the pouch around his waist, and the MP5 in his right hand. Everything is ready to go, and there are three options for skill points.

Slash Flash: A sword technique with high damage and fast cooldown.

Wind Wall: Summons a barrier of wind that blocks all flying objects.

Step Forward Slash: A stabbing footwork with an ultra-short cooldown.

Wren glanced at it, and sure enough, the basic setting was not much different from the game, and he chose the wind wall without hesitation. In his mind, this real version of League of Legends, if it is a reference game, then the opponents he matches will not be too strong, and they should all be novices. And in the novice stage, the threat of guns is far greater than skills.

If nothing else, the wind wall is resistant to bullets. After all, bullets are also flying objects.

After the skill was added, Wren was shocked, feeling that his body was filled with an unprecedented sense of strength, and he looked at his fist in amazement, and there was endless strength in his hand.

With such a significant change in the strength of just the first level, how terrible should it be to be at the higher level? The strength in his hand gave Wren a little confidence.

"It's time, welcome to League of Legends!"

With a generous female voice, the space distorted again, and by the time Wren woke up, he was already in the ruins of the city.

The ruins have existed for an unknown number of years, full of dilapidated buildings, unknown weeds overgrown, the sky is gray and gloomy, and the air in the silence is oppressive and difficult to breathe.

Wren quickly hid behind a broken wall, opened USP's insurance and looked around vigilantly. In this way, Wren trembled for five minutes, without the slightest abnormality.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound at his feet, and the tense Wren couldn't help but be startled, and quickly aimed the muzzle of the gun there.

Something resembling a lizard crawled out, and weirdly, it only had one eye. The eye grew in the middle of the head, and it seemed to be looking at Wren as well.

It's a creature you've never seen before, Wren can be sure! He swallowed bitterly, this is not a place on earth at all, this is a different world.

A mechanical female voice sounded: "The radar is turned on for the first time, please pay attention to check, and every hour after that." ”

In the upper right corner of the field of vision, a circular object appeared, and on it there were two small dots, one green and one red, which were particularly eye-catching.

"Green represents me, and red is ...... Enemy! Wren stared at the red dot, and from the radar, the straight-line distance between the two was about five centimeters, but who knows how far away these five centimeters were!

Wren frowned, since he didn't know where the enemy was, he was a novice who had entered the battlefield for the first time, and the latter might have combat experience, and he would definitely not sit back and wait for the 100 hours to end.

It will take some time for the enemy to find him, so Wren is safe for the time being. This time had to be put to good use, and Wren searched around the ruins and found a few things that worked, a rusty iron rod and a telescope.

The gain of the telescope is definitely a bonus, although the left lens is broken, it does not affect the use, and the right side is still intact.

Wren found a small seven-story building that used to be an office building and climbed up, the stairs had long since collapsed and blocked, and he had to climb up the balcony window. Wren climbed to the top floor and sat on the ground snorting and panting.

Half of the roof collapsed, you can see the steel bars leaking from the rust, the furniture in the house is also weathered, Wren came to the window, looking down from above, he was even more shocked, the whole city was like dead, the collapsed buildings were like scars, and there was no sign of life in sight.

"Bastard, it's too difficult to find someone hiding in a place like this, even if he has a wide field of vision, he can't see it when he leans behind the wall." Wren muttered that although he occupied the high ground, these could only help him observe the enemy's movements, and he lacked long-range damage, and the effective range of USP and MP5 was only a few tens of meters.

"I knew I had a sniper." Complaining is complaining, Wren still picked up the binoculars and poked his head out to monitor the surroundings, and whoever discovered the other party first took the initiative.

Half an hour has passed, and there is still no abnormality, Wren is a little tired but does not dare to relax, no one will be lazy when it comes to his own life.

"It's almost an hour, and the radar should be on again." Wren looked at the gray radar in the upper right corner of the horizon, and turned it on again to almost determine the approximate location of the other party.

Suddenly, Cesar's scalp exploded! The cold feeling spread from his spine to the back of his head, and the back of his head seemed to be pricked with a faint pain, and it was almost instinctive Wren who used the skill for the first time: "Wind Wall!" ”

A cyan one-meter-wide air flow rose behind him, and then a bang was heard! When Wren turned his head, his heart exploded, a shiny bald man, about thirty years old, standing silently behind him, his expression was indifferent, and the muzzle of the black hole was pointed at his head.

In the air flow formed by the wind wall, a brown bullet was still spinning and flying forward, and it was difficult to resist the wind wall.

The man was not very tall, only 1.7 meters, and wore a black coat with the same armor as Wren's inside.

"Wind Swordman? Level 1 Skill Wind Wall? The bald head was a little surprised, and he snorted and fired two more shots, and Wren hid behind the wall of wind unharmed.

The muzzle of the black hole rang out once at Wren, and he shuddered, even though he knew that there was a wall of wind and that he was safe, but he couldn't help but be afraid. Wren had thought of the battle too simply, it wasn't a street fight, and he stayed where he was for a while.

The enemy will not let go of such a good opportunity, the bald head saw that the gun was ineffective, and quickly rushed up with a short blade, he ran like a black shadow, and Wren could only see him brush and disappear.

"Alpha Raid!"

A silver knife light slashed towards Wren, Wren was shocked, behind him was the window, he was desperate and jumped down, because of this jump, Wren avoided the fatal injury, but his thigh was slashed by a short blade, cutting a bloody hole.