Pasher is not a talented martial artist, and his current ranking has been improved by his own steps. Although the opponent is not ranked high, he does not dare to slack off in the slightest, and carefully looks at his opponent.

The moment he saw Gooding, Pasher realized that this battle was probably going to be a bit tough. He has participated in more than 500 battles in the arena, and although he does not dare to say that he can tell the strength of his opponent at a glance, he can still judge some things based on experience.

The opponent's momentum is clearly on the rise, which means that he should have suffered a few consecutive wins in the previous games. And judging from the eyes of his opponents, he is definitely a dangerous person.

"Let's test it first." Unsure, he decided to test Gooding's skills first. After several steps in a row, his figure flickered on the top of the ring and attacked Guding at a strange angle.

Gooding stood motionless, the opponent's body was extremely light, and the angle of attack was also quite peculiar, obviously a battle-hardened guy, and the most appropriate countermeasure was to respond to all changes without change.

When the opponent's fist approached his waist, Gooding unloaded the opponent's strength with a thunderous elbow, and then pointed out, pointing directly at the opponent's heart. He struck so fast that Pasher barely reacted and protected his heart with his palm, but he was knocked out of the ground.

Pasher retreated several meters to gain his footing, the palm of his right hand had been completely shattered, and the ribs in his chest were cracked, which was a virtual state of heavy damage in the arena. If it hadn't been blocked with the palm of his hand just now, I'm afraid that I would have been completely killed at this time. The opponent hit himself hard with just one blow, which made him inexplicably shocked. "How can it be so strong? He obviously looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, could it be a genius cultivated by some kind of great power? ”

"Looks like I can challenge the stronger guys." Gooding wasn't quite sure how strong he was now.

"I throw in the towel!" After identifying the difference in strength, Pasher decisively chose to admit defeat, and he knew very well that there was no need to continue.

"It's really boring, I didn't see that kid's strength at all." In the monitoring room, the short-haired woman wearing long black leather boots narrowed her eyes slightly, "Change to a guy with a ranking of about 200,000." ”

"That's good, Miss." The man in the suit nodded expressionlessly.

When the challenger reappeared in the ring, the many onlookers in the stands were stunned again. This time, the challenger turned out to be ranked 200167. The rankings of 200,000 and 500,000 are not a grade at all. If most of the guys with a ranking of 500,000 have participated in about 500 battles, then most of the guys with a rank of 200,000 have participated in about 2,000 battles. In fact, most of the guys who entered the top 200,000 rankings have awakened their abilities, and they are all extremely dangerous characters.

"I thought it was some kind of powerful guy who wanted me to do it." This time, Gooding's opponent was a guy who looked to be about 20 years old, and he carried a long knife at his waist. The attitude of speaking is extremely arrogant, and his ID name is also called "Who is more arrogant than me". "Little ghost, it's still too late to surrender, don't wait for me to cut you into eighteen pieces, you will cry when the time comes."

"Who cries their nose is not necessarily!" Gooding grinned.

"Really?" The arrogant man put one hand on the hilt of the knife, and a momentum began to condense rapidly.

"Be careful, this guy is using a knife drawing technique." The Sea Emperor reminded him, "The Drawing Technique has the effect of instantaneous burst of attack power, the longer it is accumulated, the more terrifying the outbreak of attack will be, you must interrupt him as soon as possible." ”

Gooding stepped out secretly, and arrived in front of the arrogant man in an instant.

The arrogant man also drew his knife almost at the same time, and slashed at Gu Ding's waist with a sharp light. Guding made a mistake and dodged sideways, while pointing at the side of the blade.

The arrogant man only felt a huge force hit the side of the long knife, making him almost get out of his hand. At the same time, a thunderous elbow slammed into the chest, and then Guding's figure jumped high, and a hot knee hit the arrogant man's jaw.

Seeing the arrogant man's figure gradually dissipating in the ring, everyone watching the battle was stunned.

"I finally saw that it was a special set of physical skills." In the monitoring room, the short-haired woman licked the lollipop in her hand with satisfaction, "Change to a ranking of about 80,000." ”

"That's good, Miss."

Gooding's opponent soon reappeared, ranking 80958. It was a gunsmith, a thin man with a long black backpack on his back. The most striking thing is his face, which looks like it has been cut by a knife, with very sharp edges and corners, and there is no expression on his face. Coupled with his straight waist and determined eyes, it is not difficult to tell that this guy should be from a military background. His ID is called "I'm a gunsmith", and this uninteresting ID also fully shows that this guy is a boring person.

The profession of gunsmith is a new profession compared to the martial arts profession. People who choose this profession generally don't have much talent in martial arts, so they have to make this choice as a last resort. Of course, it is not excluded that a small number of people become gunsmiths because they like firearms.

Gunsmiths are generally good at long-range attacks, and once they are close to someone, they are not far from death, and their weaknesses are obvious. The most taboo opponent in this class is the kind of guy who has strong defense, and is fast, and has a strong melee attack.

The man just glanced at Gooding, didn't say anything, and took his backpack from behind his back and pulled out a rifle from it. Unhurriedly adjusted the crosshair, and then reloaded the bullet.

Gooding has been in the military academy for a few years, and naturally he has played with guns, but his talent in this area is average, not bad, but not good either. Even so, he could see from the other party's actions that the other party was a real gunsmith, and there was a fundamental difference between him and his classmates. It's not just the proficiency of the movements, the feeling of the other party holding the gun is completely different, like a part of the body, and many of his classmates basically use firearms as tools.

When the other party raised the gun, Gooding moved, and then he heard the first gunshot, and his footsteps did not stop, and he stepped out again, and the second gunshot followed.

Two shots in quick succession were dodged, making the gunsmith's expression begin to become solemn, and three shots were fired in succession, locked on the route of Guding that he had predicted.

Gooding's footsteps changed, and he easily avoided it again, and even he felt a little incredible. "This set of dark steps is so special, it can predict the trajectory of bullets and make people dodge accordingly."

"Suddenly." Two more shots were fired in a row, and Gooding avoided this wave of attacks with just one step, he just dodged and did not launch a counterattack. The main reason was that he wanted to use this gunsmith to practice his dark step.

By the time the mechanic's magazine was changed for the eighth time, Gooding's pace was extremely proficient, and there was no need for the competition to continue. He changed shape and approached the gunsmith.

The gunsmith didn't panic, but continued to attack as he retreated, pulling the trigger with his right hand much more often than before. It's just that in about ten seconds, another shuttle of bullets has been fired. He skillfully removed the magazine, took a new one from his pocket and prepared to replace it, but a hand grabbed his wrist.

"You've lost." Gooding pinched his opponent's wrist with one hand, and with the other hand, he stretched out two fingers and pointed at the heart of his opponent's left chest.

A snap of the finger blasted out, and the gunsmith's figure quickly faded away.

"It seems that I still underestimate this guy," the short-haired woman in the monitoring room bit the lollipop in one bite, "Find one within 10,000 and replace it." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a woman appear in the ring where Gooding was on the video.

Strangely, the woman's ID actually showed a question mark, and the ranking and battle information were all displayed with a question mark.

"Look up this woman's information." The short-haired woman frowned slightly.

After a moment, the man in the suit spoke, "Miss, her authority level is very high, and she can't be viewed with my permission. ”

"Let me see!" The short-haired woman suddenly stood up and pressed one hand on the query screen.

[Insufficient permissions, can't view!] 】

The same dialog popped up again.

"What's the origin of this woman?" The short-haired woman was surprised.

"Miss, you can't even query your permissions, so it can only mean that the other party's permissions are above you." The man in the suit reminded. "And your identity is in the entire Tianhe Star Domain"

"I know that no one is allowed to say anything about today's events." The short-haired woman sat down, but the expression on her face was no longer as relaxed as before.

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