A pair of players went to the game room to confront, and the four area maps on the big screen continued to stage the players' mental fight. In this battlefield, we don't look at who is rich or who has a high status, what is compared is pure spiritual power, willpower, and even imagination.

Someone actually conceived a vast cosmic galaxy map in the brain map confrontation, and the opponent was just an ordinary mountain landscape, as soon as the two touched, the powerful imagination of the galaxy map instantly swallowed the mountainous area, and the opponent didn't even have the power to fight back, so he surrendered to this vast imagination.

At this time, someone in the conference room shouted: "Shaoyang, it's your number!" ”

The young man stood up, it turned out that his name was Shao Yang, he clasped his fists at everyone present, and went straight to the game room, without looking at his opponent.

His opponent is a middle-aged uncle, who is a little hunched and has a bitter face, and he is extremely depressed before he can compare. Sure enough, Shao Yang took the opponent down with a devastating momentum.

I carefully observed Shao Yang's brain map, he imagined a character, not a landscape, it was a hero flying with Edgeworth, dressed in a Taoist robe, fluttering clothes, two streamers on the crown on his head flew up in a dashing manner, and a long sword under his feet, seemingly leisurely walking, but in fact it was murderous and awe-inspiring, and went straight to the opposite side.

Before the opponent even finished drawing the brain map, the swordsman arrived, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, the opponent's brain map directly turned into a bunch of messy lines. The whole process can take less than a minute.

The players waiting below looked at each other and secretly said to themselves, this Shao Yang is really an extremely terrible opponent.

I secretly wiped my sweat, all the way down, there are really a lot of masters, there are three or four masters among the masters, I thought I had experience, should be the most bullish one, who knows that there are so many masters.

They have several characteristics, the first is very fast, the second is particularly clear, the details are vivid, and the third is that once they meet the opponent, they resolutely do not retreat, do not hesitate, and can strengthen their beliefs in the tug-of-war.

That is to say, not only the ability to make a brain map, but also self-confidence, invincible willpower, and vast imagination, all of which must be lacking in order to win.

The more I pondered, the more discouraged I became, these ordinary masters have reached this level, what is the strength of the top three. The black swan in the first place and the old bear in the second place have not shown up until now, and their strength is a mystery, and it is estimated that they have reached the "SSSSS" strength level in the game. I have seen the third place Kong Ling, I thought it was just a rich second generation who was babbling, and now it is such a product, this kid is not an embroidered pillow, and he has a strong hidden strength.

After more than two hours of fighting, at five o'clock in the evening, the first round of matches was over, and a total of 48 winners were produced. The remaining 48 losers will enter the lower bracket, and there will be layers of eliminations in the next few days, and finally a great god will be selected to face off against me, the bye No. 87.

Just thinking about this incident makes my adrenaline surge, my gummy itches, and my head sweats, which is really exciting and nervous, and more eager to try.

After the end of the day, Chen Weiwei announced the schedule for the next few days, if you want to see the players, you can come to watch, and if you don't want to watch, you can rest and wait for the next round of notices, no need to come.

I carefully calculated, let's rest at home these days to nourish my brain. Come and watch others play, not only nervous, but the more you look at it, the more you feel bottomless, it is better to be confused and finish the battle when the time comes.

In the next few days, I ate a big meal every day, a hot pot Japanese buffet, and went to bed at nine o'clock in the evening.

But the effect is not too good, after a few days, I am dizzy and swollen, and I am confused about everything.

I received a text message that afternoon, telling me to go to SX at 10 a.m. tomorrow for the tournament, the winner of the lower bracket has been decided, and tomorrow is the last game of the first round.

I was nervous, my head was sweaty, my hands were cold, and my breathing became involuntarily short. I thought that this state would not work, and it would be too embarrassing to be defeated in less than a minute.

On this day, I was restless, my psychological quality was still poor, and I kept thinking about what kind of brain map to choose for tomorrow's showdown, whether it was scenery or people, blue sky or sea...... I thought about these bardo scenes that I had experienced.

Fast on, and the next day came to SX with a feeling of extreme nervousness.

As soon as I entered the conference room, I saw that almost all the players had arrived. I secretly complained, not rather.

These people came to watch the last matchup, and they also listened to the announcement of the next round of matches.

Shao Yang walked over, patted me on the shoulder and said, "The last finale, don't let us down." ”

I said "hehe" twice.

He pointed to the opposite side and said, "Your opponent is there."

I saw that there was a middle-aged man in his forties who was laughing loudly, looking extremely obscene, with a pothole-ridden face, still half-bald, and speaking in a loud voice.

He looked over, came over from him, and took the initiative to shake hands with me: "Hello Hello No. 87, I am No. 96, today is the two of us, give me a lot of advice, and show a lot of mercy to my subordinates." ”

The players next to them have been promoted and eliminated, and now there is no psychological burden, it is not a big deal to watch the excitement, whistle and cheer, some slap the table and stomp their feet, and the conference room is noisy.

I'm very disappointed in this opponent, I thought it could be a beauty, but I didn't expect it to be such a lewd uncle.

We use our brains to fight, which can be regarded as a kind of spiritual communication, and the spiritual communication with such a person gives me goosebumps when I think about it.

Chen Weiwei walked into the conference room and said, "The two players will follow me to the game room, and the confrontation will start immediately." ”

Uncle No. 96 followed behind Chen Weiwei with a smile, there was no nervousness on his face, but my heart was beating fast, and my hands were a little stiff. At this time, Shao Yang shook his fist at me: "Come on!" ”

I didn't respond because my brain was a little blank and fragmented due to overstress. This bye is really bad, it's better to be the first to get on, the first to knock it out, it's just chronic torture.

We walked down the hallway to the games room not far away, and as soon as we entered, there was a large field, two deck chairs not far away, and a white screen opposite.

The staff guided me and the lewd uncle to lie on the recliner, and someone took VR glasses and put them on for us separately, and it was suddenly dark in front of us.

Chen Weiwei's voice came: "Don't be nervous, you can play normally." After a while, you will see a blue light to indicate that the game has officially begun. ”

I took a few deep breaths and my brain was still blank, what to do, what to do. In fact, this game is not very difficult for me, but the uncontrollable tension hits like a tide, making the brain blank, and I have thought about a lot of scenes and characters in the past few days, and I can't even think of any of them at this time.

Before I could adjust, a blue light flashed in front of me, and an electronic sound sounded in my ears: the game has officially begun.

I stared at my glasses, and in front of me was a screen that covered the entire vision, and I could see the instant brain map image of me and the lewd uncle. My side is blank and white, and I can't think of anything, and the colors and outlines have already appeared on my uncle's side.

It was red, like some kind of filter, and I was so attracted to it that I forgot what I was supposed to do.

Four girls slowly appeared in the red smoke, all of them were oriental faces, with long legs at the waist of thin willows, wearing scarves like Indians. The four girls scratched their heads and walked towards my brain area.

I saw it ridiculous, and suddenly relaxed, this uncle is really obscene, it's really hard for him to figure it out.

I thought about it, since he's a beauty, then I'll conceive this.

Slowly an image appeared in my brain area, which was a Buddha like a black shadow. I referred to the image of the Buddha in the film and television dramas and books, and mixed it with the image of the Bodhisattva of Meng Po.

The Buddha sat cross-legged on the lotus seat, holding flowers with one hand and placing the other hand horizontally in front of the navel, and the Dharma was solemn.

I want to rely on this mindful imagination to fight against my uncle's obscenity.

The four girls are getting bigger and bigger, and the area and length they occupy are getting bigger and bigger, and my Buddha only occupies a corner because he came out late, and he sees that more and more blank spaces are eroded by the opposite side.

The four girls got closer and closer, and some kind of hideous color appeared on the faces of the four people, which was extremely terrifying, looking at the four girls, in fact, it was more like four wolves.

They surrounded my little Buddha and attacked from four directions, trying to devour me.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, and the more I got to this time, the clearer my heart became.

This kind of concentration is related to crossing the bardo realm many times, because each crossing relies on consciousness, and after experiencing all kinds of things and seeing all kinds of scenes, the strength of consciousness has exceeded my own assessment.

When the four girls finally met my Buddha, they suddenly felt a mental tension and a powerful pressure coming over them.

Brain map imaging is just a concrete performance, the core is that the uncle is using his mental power to pressure me, attack me, and the superior leader uses majesty to force subordinates is actually the same truth.

I really didn't get used to it at first, but the Buddha was slowly shrinking until it was the size of his thumb, and the four girls were getting bigger and bigger, taking up ninety-seven percent of the area.

It's not good, it's going to lose.