"Courage is commendable."

The figure seemed to have a strange smile, and although Zhong Ming couldn't see it, a layer of goosebumps appeared on his skin.

Zhong Ming frowned, looked at his still unchanged pawn general's cards, and then picked up his four starting hands:

Kill, kill, flash, flash.

It seems to be able to attack and defend, but there is nothing worth mentioning.

"This time, it's you who take the lead."

The person on the other side who couldn't see the figure clearly spoke in a leisurely tone.

"Kill."

Zhong Ming didn't hesitate, not even looking at the two new cards he had just obtained.

"Shem."

The opposite side also seems to be at ease.

Zhong Ming silently looked at the two cards he had newly obtained:

Zhuge crossbow, question sign.

For some reason, this time the question card seems to be particularly cold, and unlike the previous one, this time the question card is unusable.

But the heart of Zhong Ming in his hand is calm, and he doesn't seem to be shaken by anything.

"If you can win this, you'll unlock your first skill."

"Long-winded."

The person on the other side seemed to be a chatterbox, and while playing cards, he also found time to chat with Zhong Ming from time to time.

But Zhong Ming didn't seem satisfied, and the Zhuge repeater disappeared from the card in his hand, and then turned into a repeater that appeared in his hand like a real repeater.

Although he had never seen this weapon, seeing the groove on it that could be inserted into the card and years of experience in the game, Zhong Ming easily put the killing card that lit up again into the groove:

"Activate Skill: Zhuge Repeater."

As this emotionless voice fell, Zhong Ming looked at his pawn general card again, and sure enough, under the originally blank military general card, an extremely bland handwriting appeared at this time:

Weapons: Zhuge Repeater: Equipment Effect: Can be used infinitely to kill during the round, Attack Range: 1, Durability: 45

"Durability ???"

Zhong Ming looked at this fresh handwriting and couldn't help but read it again.

The person on the other side didn't seem to mind explaining to him when he saw Zhong Ming's appearance.

"When the durability is 0, this equipment will self-destruct, the game has just begun, don't get distracted."

When Zhong Ming went to read the description of the weapon, his turn had already ended, and at this moment, although the person on the other side spoke in a friendly tone, he was ruthless.

Zhong Ming lost his mind for a moment, and his blood volume had been reduced to 2, and the pain made Zhong Ming recall that he had just been stunned for a moment, and he didn't have time to flash.

"The round begins."

The handwriting reminding him appeared in the air at this moment, and the opposite side also stretched out his hand, as if it was a kind of respect for his opponent.

Zhong Ming looked at the two updated cards in his hand:

Duel, Nioh Shield.

"Equipment, Nioh Shield."

The card disappeared in his hand, and a huge prompt appeared in the air accompanied by a sound, and then a pitch-black shield appeared in front of Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming didn't bother to look at Niwang Dun's explanation number at this time, only to see a new handwriting in the air:

"The player pawn used a duel on the player Yellow Turban general."

"The Yellow Turban General used Kill against the pawn, the Yellow Turban General used Kill against the Yellow Turban General, and the Yellow Turban General used Kill against the pawn, and the pawn took a little damage and had 1 HP."

Opposite the secluded road:

"When using a duel, count how many kills your opponent's hand has."

"The player discarded a foil hand."

Looking at the posture of the opposite side, Zhong Ming panicked for the first time in his heart, he only had one blood and one hand left, and there were 4 blood and 1 hand on the opposite side, plus this time it was the opponent's turn, and the opponent would definitely have three cards.

A little cold sweat appeared on Zhong Ming's forehead again, and the sharp pain that had been suppressed by the fanaticism before hurt again, and the face on the other side seemed to be extremely sadistic, and then the round ended.

The new two cards fell into his hand, Zhong Ming's palms trembled slightly, no one knew what would happen if he lost this hand, and then he looked at the two cards he had newly touched.

"Opportunity."

Zhong Ming said to himself silently in his heart.

"The player pawn used a peach with 2 HP."

"The player pawn made something out of nothing and drew two cards from the pile."

"The player pawn used a kill."

"The player's Yellow Turban general takes one point of damage and has 3 HP."

Zhong Ming finished the round, covered in cold sweat, and then looked at the two flashes in his hand, and his heart froze, looking at his opponent.

Look at the card in your hand and play one:

"The player's Yellow Turban general used lightning."

"The player's Yellow Turban general used the soldier's rations."

Looking at the barrier above his head, Zhong Ming was shocked, if he judged successfully, he would lose the supplies next time.

But the opposite discard doesn't seem to be over:

"The player's Yellow Turban general used Ten Thousand Swords to fire, and the player's pawn used Flash."

"The verdict is plum blossoms, and the soldier's rations are invalid."

Zhong Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the two cards he had newly touched, but he didn't see the person on the other side with a playful face.

"The player pawn used a peach with 3 HP."

"The player pawn used the Southern Barbarian invasion, and the player Yellow Turban general used killing."

"The decision result of the player's Yellow Turban General is 3 spades, and the player's Yellow Turban General has taken 3 damage and has 0 HP."

Zhong Ming looked stunned, just won like this? But the other side seems to be indifferent to the victory or defeat, and said leisurely:

"This time you've won, and the next time you'll have your first skill."

......

"Bells, bells?"

Zhong Ming got up from the ground, strangely he didn't feel pain, because he was still not far downstairs, so there were no vehicles, and the people from the same neighborhood helped him up, and asked with concern:

"Zhong Ming, are you alright?"

Zhong Ming shook his head and said with a light smile:

"I'm fine, Uncle Guan, you've worked hard."

The uncle known as Uncle Guan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, patted Zhong Ming's shoulder, and said with a wry smile:

"You kid, why are you so careless."

Looking at Uncle Guan's distant figure, for some reason, Zhong Ming suddenly felt a trace of pain in his heart, extremely subtle, as if he had lost something important, he shook his head, thinking that he just didn't wake up, and he didn't pay much attention, and then bought breakfast in the store at the edge of the community, and went to school quietly.

The lines on his left arm seemed to be a little brighter, and he didn't notice it.

There weren't many people studying at this time in the morning, and Zhong Ming was just about playing board games with a few like-minded classmates.

Guan Ye saw Zhong Ming coming, beckoned to him, and said with a smile:

"Come on, come on, the eight-man army fights, and you're left behind."

College life is more casual, and he and his friends seem to be happy.

Although there seemed to be a dull pain in his mind, Zhong Ming didn't pay attention to this, sat in his seat, and played with his classmates as always.