In Yidu, a huge circular video game arena, everyone stared at the screen in front of them silently, for fear of missing a detail.

This is a 50v50 match, where 100 players are divided into two groups and thrown into different apocalyptic survival training arenas for a brutal survival showdown.

"What the hell! I'm going to lose! ”

"ZSI's esports level is so bad! It's not at the same level as ETM! ”

There was a sigh in the audience, the one-sided situation on the screen, but 20 of the 50 people on the ZSI team had died in the first five minutes, and this game was almost certain to lose!

Scolding continued to be heard in the audience.

In contrast to the hustle and bustle of the auditorium, the VIP arena behind was silent.

"Moshen, you said that you would shoot in this game, what are you?"

At the door, a short middle-aged fat man was pinching the handkerchief in his hand and wiping the cold sweat on his head, if it wasn't for the advance communication in the athletic world, known as the humanoid plug-in, "Mo" agreed to participate in this game, he would not have spent this unjust money to host this must-lose game.

"Mo Shen said, ten minutes is enough to deal with these small characters."

A cold female voice came from the dark room, which instantly calmed the host's heart a lot.

This "ink" appeared in the arena and swept almost all the PvP firearms game competitions, never defeated!

But he is extremely mysterious, and it is rumored to be a cold male god with a prominent family.

Such a mysterious and ruthless man, although he has never shown up, has gained a large number of fans. Of course, it also includes his daughter who is not angry!

"Heh~"

In the dark arena, a sneer came out, and then a faint light came out of it, and the computer inside was finally slowly started.

Slender fingers skillfully twitched on the keyboard, and soon landed on the game.

At the same time, a system prompt lights up on the screen outside:

"Player 'Ink' is online!"

Although this news was only a flash, it made the entire audience instantly quiet.

There was only one sentence left in everyone's minds, "Is the ink god online?" ”

Immediately after, I saw a game character dressed in cool black appear on the entire screen.

The mouse jumped, and a series of system prompts lit up again:

"Player 'Mo' has opened the Super Player privilege and asked to force his way into the game as a Super Player."

"Player 'ink' to force entry into the game."

"Player 'Ink' asks to resurrect all enemy players."

"Player 'Ink' requests 1v50 and the request is being processed...... Request Processing Complete! ”

What the?

On the side of the ETM team, almost everyone exploded a swear word at the same time!

At the same time, he also showed a contemptuous smile, there are only ten minutes left in the game, 1v50?

That "ink" does he think he is really a god who can infinitely perform miracles?

In the VIP arena, a pair of deep eyes slowly swept across the screen, and then indifferently controlled the mouse to walk to a surviving own player.

Hammered down a few words "Guns and bullets for me!" ”

"Huh? Yes! I've got healing medicine here! ”

The man was stunned and quickly threw all the supplies in his backpack to the ground.

The few surviving people next to him also rushed over and threw everything to his side.

Mo: "No, if I get shot, I lose today!" ”