In the end, Qin Ye still chose a pair of permanent fist gloves.

This is a pair of steel fists, worn on the hand, the five fingers are not very flexible, but fortunately they can still move.

The most important thing is that these steel fists can not only defend against sharp weapons, but also cost only 2,200 yuan, which can be said to be the cheapest type of permanent weapon on the virtual game prop platform.

Qin Ye had no money, so he could only make do with it, but fortunately, his most powerful fist was also in line with his mind.

After putting on the gloves, Qin Ye began to match opponents.

"The lineup is matched, please ...... later Your opponent has been matched, please be ready, 10, 9, 7 ......"

As the voice of the main god system fell, the next moment, Qin Ye came to the virtual battle ring.

"Shhh...... Combat power index 3502 points! Seeing the opponent's combat power, Qin Ye gasped.

His opponent who won his 29th consecutive game had a combat power of just over 3,200 points, but he didn't expect that the opponent in the thirtieth game would directly soar to more than 3,500 points.

Although he knew that with the urine nature of the game's main god system, it would never be possible for players to easily play a winning streak, but this kind of combat power soaring speed was inevitably too terrifying.

The opponent was a young man with dyed yellow hair, holding a machete in his hand, looking at Qin Ye with eyes as if he were looking at his own prey, very sharp.

Licking his lips, the yellow-haired young man lifted the machete and rushed towards Qin Ye without saying a word.

"Kill!"

He rushed to Qin Ye's five meters away, his feet were suddenly blessed, his mouth burst into a shout, and he waved a machete with both hands that was a meter long and a palm wide, and slashed towards the top of Qin Ye's head, with a brave momentum.

Qin Ye took a sideways step, avoiding the frontal blade, and then punched the blade on the belly.

Because, he didn't understand the strength of the other party, so he avoided the edge first, and wanted to test his strength.

Boom!

There was a loud crash of steel, sparks spilling.

The huge force on the machete came, Qin Ye only felt that his fist was slightly numb, his five fingers were a little painful, and the direction of the machete was also deflected by his punch.

"Huh?"

The yellow-haired young man who had slashed into the empty place frowned, and then he snorted softly in his mouth, and the machete in his hand slashed upward, and the blade chased straight towards Qin Ye from the bottom up.

After Qin Ye tested it with a punch, it was already certain that he could block the opponent's blade, the two were of the same level, and he was fearless.

Boom!

A burst of sparks splashed out, and after Qin Ye waved his steel fist to resist this attack, the power of his whole body suddenly exploded, not retreating, but advancing, attacking left and right with both fists.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two fought as fast as the wind, and the steel fist and machete collided one after another, making a loud sound of steel.

However, one inch is long and one inch is strong, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, Qin Ye, who is wearing steel fists, is undoubtedly very disadvantaged, and he was almost injured by his blade several times, and the five fingers in the fist gloves were even more transmitted by the machete, and the flesh was bleeding, trembling and trembling.

However, after fighting many times, Qin Ye finally seized the opportunity to get close to his body and blasted at him with a punch.

Bang!

The yellow-haired youth had already retreated to dodge, still being hit in the abdomen by the punch, and his steps staggered for a while, almost falling upside down.

His body was bent like a shrimp, as if he was gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, and his face turned pale for a while, obviously not lightly beaten by this punch.

It's just that before he could recover his strength, Qin Ye had already flown towards him, his left fist, right fist, hook fist, and a set of stormy combination punches, slashing his head and covering his face.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The yellow-haired young man couldn't stop retreating after being beaten, barely blocking three attacks, and the fourth blow was knocked away by the machete in Qin Ye's hand with a punch.

"Kill!"

Qin Ye is a resolute person, and naturally understands the truth of 'taking advantage of his illness to kill him'.

took a step forward, chased after him, and gathered all his strength on his right fist, and a condescending punch slammed into his chest.

Boom!

The yellow-haired young man's palms in front of his chest were broken by his ferocious punches, and the powerful steel fist gloves hit his scarred palms and hit him the chest.

"Poof!"

The yellow-haired young man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards, smashing into the ground four meters away.

As soon as the yellow-haired young man who fell to the ground raised his head, he saw Qin Ye brandishing his cold steel fist gloves, chasing after him with a cold face, and couldn't help but snort coldly in his mouth; "Count you ruthless!"

When Qin Ye rushed in front of him, the yellow-haired young man's body had disappeared in front of his eyes, and Qin Ye couldn't help but be stunned: "This is admitting defeat." ”

He felt that this opponent had a bad aura on him, and thought that this guy would fight him to the end, but he didn't expect to admit defeat so cleanly, which was a bit unexpected to him.

Exiting the virtual ring, Qin Ye took a look at his record: total number of battles: 30 games, record: 30 consecutive wins, combat power index: 3028 points.

I couldn't help but smile on my face: "Finally stepped into the elite players." ”

Elite players refer to players whose combat power index reaches more than 3,000 points, and in the same level, players whose combat power can reach 3,000 points means that their combat power has exceeded the strength of this realm.

For example, Qin Ye is still at the junior martial apprentice level in the virtual game, but he has now stepped into the ranks of elite players, which means that he has been able to exert the lowest strength of the intermediate martial apprentice with the body of the junior martial apprentice level in the virtual game.

It is a bit reluctant to say that it is a leapfrog battle, but this kind of combat power can be regarded as stepping into the ranks of intermediate martial artists.

Qin Ye sent a command to the main god system, and the next moment, the virtual screen in front of him displayed the rankings of various rankings.

There are more than 10 million people in the Nanning City where he sits, and there are more than 9 million players registered in the Nanning City game area of the strongest emperor, of which 2.98 million are players at the junior martial apprentice level, close to 3 million.

In the list of junior martial artists, Qin Ye has squeezed into the thousandth with a combat power index of 3028, and is currently ranked 987.

In the junior martial apprentice's winning streak list, he also squeezed into the 675th place with a 30-game winning streak, which is mainly because many players don't have the heart to rush to the list, and his position in the winning streak is so much higher than the combat power list.

And he started to rush to the list with a new number, starting from zero point of combat power, the first twenty games are all opponents whose combat power has fallen to scum, and it can be said that these twenty consecutive wins are all given away for free.

"If you want to make money from live broadcasts, you have to at least hit the top 100." Suddenly, Qin Ye felt a lot of pressure.

Although judging from the numbers on the list, he only needs to squeeze out the 887 people in front of him to enter the top 100 of the combat power list, and the winning streak list can enter the top 100 as long as he squeezes out 575 people.

But Qin Ye knew that things were countless times more difficult than he imagined.

It's like a certain Chinese station, there are millions of authors, but only tens of thousands of people can sign contracts and put on the shelves, only thousands of people can support themselves by manuscript fees, and only those hundreds can squeeze into the ranks of the great god platinum.

This is a competitive list along the pyramid structure, if you want to climb up a step, your own strength must step out of a realm, the scenery at the top seems to be within reach, but in fact, there are countless realms apart.