"Huh?" Qian Ning's expression of lack of interest was slightly stunned, and he listened to the voice in his head, and a light screen full of several lines of numbers suddenly appeared in his eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "What is this?" Standing in place, he looked at the thing in front of him, and the noise in his ears had long since become a little inaudible.

"Arcade system hosts: Channing, Rael. ”

"Current level: Not in the flow. ”

"Power: 0.34 points"

"Dexterity: 0.43 points"

"Will: 1.52 points"

"Constitution: 0.25 points"

"Rael, is Rael there?" Sitting in a circle, the gray-robed bishop frowned, and couldn't help but raise his voice at the young man who had not yet seen the figure on the field. He had a good impression of the precocious-looking thin boy. I screamed a few more times, but there was still no one.

"Don't call him, Lord Bishop, maybe that skinny mouse is hiding in a corner and crying. In the crowd, a freckled young man close to the gray-robed bishop said to the middle-aged man who was looking for someone with his eyes. This guy is Godot, the fat Lando's best friend on the field, and he is more contemptuous of the cowards he often bullies. "People like this should ......"

With his mouth open, Godot wanted to say something in the fire, but after meeting the bishop's increasingly unkind look on the other side, the guy subconsciously closed his mouth.

This was not a slum to talk about, and if the family knew that the bishop had to expel him and that it would cost him an extra expense, he believed that his drunken father would beat him up in a sturdy way. Moreover, 60 percent of the people in this country believe in Dakezism, and if some believers know that they have some improper remarks, then they believe that they are not as simple as being beaten.

"Rael, is it here?" Subconsciously drew a circle on the name with his pen, the gray-robed bishop frowned, intending to temporarily replace another teenager in the crowd. In the noisy circle, a somewhat slender figure came out of a circle of onlookers next door just as the middle-aged man was about to open his mouth.

"My lord, here I am. Qian Ning habitually raised his right hand and shouted at the man who was looking for people with his eyes. His calm performance made the gray-robed bishop's eyes light up, and Godot, who had been waiting to see his sworn friend win without a fight, felt a lack in his heart.

"Cut, gall mouse Rael, I advise you to surrender. Otherwise......" Freckled Godot's gaze turned to the side of the fat man Lando, who had been standing in a circle for a few minutes, and the other party showed a little evil smile quite cooperatively. Obviously, the Rael in their minds is still the same timid character.

There was no response to such a low-level provocation, and in fact, Channing had no interest in children's tricks at all. If it weren't for the mysterious voice in his head that made him have any mission rewards after the battle, he didn't want to play.

But for the sake of the unknown piece of meat and the so-called reward, he was willing to give it a try.

Standing in the circle, ignoring the boos from the talkative young girls in his ears, Qian Ning calmly looked at the fat man with some tendons and flesh on the other side, and turned back to the gray-robed bishop who was still a little stunned and asked. "My lord, can you start?"

"Yes. Bishop Gesling nodded, and he turned his head to pay a few more glances at the other laps of the match-catching practice, signaling that what seemed to the slum boys was ready to begin.

Fat Lando took a few steps forward, spreading his arms that were still somewhat powerful, and this guy seemed to feel a few pitiful glances from those watchers in the outer circle who threw themselves at the coward Rael opposite. Listening to the slum gangsters, Lando walked forward, a common trick used by ordinary street thugs to fight alone, and one of the boy's usual tricks to rank in the top dozen in martial arts classes.

However, the skinny guy on the other side had no intention of attacking or maneuvering, and Rael stood there motionless.

"I'm scared stupid. The fat man's face was full of malice, and he was already planning to make his opponent a little ugly today.

A few steps closer, Qian Ning calmly looked at the pretending opponent opposite, who was only an arm's span away from him. Expressionlessly, he blocked the other party's right hand that was copied towards his shoulder, he took a half step forward, and the two fists of his right fist were half-clenched on the opponent's somewhat fat abdomen.

Taking a breath, taking advantage of the fat man's opportunity to cover the sore spot, he threw the opponent in front of him to the ground with a sideways kick. Won.

The scene, in this circle of onlookers, suddenly became quiet because of the appearance of this result. Everyone's eyes looked at the fat man Lando who fell to the ground, as if they had been pressed the loss of voice button in an instant.

Full of flaws. Shaking his head, Channing looked down at the guy who had fallen to the ground, his eyes flashing with disappointment. The hands and feet are a little weak, and it seems that it is still too reluctant for this body. is the simplest action between this set of life and death struggles, but he can't do it really smoothly, and he even has a few breaths in the middle to barely get the action in place.

And whether it is speed or attack strength, it is not comparable to his own survival in the apocalypse. Although he himself occasionally went hungry in his previous life, he at least knew that he had to keep the most basic things in the apocalyptic world. Your body must not be weak.

Otherwise, even if you don't meet zombies, those people with different minds may kill you. After all, human flesh is also one of the edible foods in the last days.

"No sound?" Standing there for a while, Qian Ning thought with some doubts, if it weren't for the light screen in his eyes that he had just seen with his own eyes, he would even wonder if it was his own delusion.

Calmly watching Lando, who had been knocked down by himself, get up from the ground little by little, clutching his stomach, and was about to think about whether to continue to punch, an announcement in his ear made the voice in his head reappear. "No. 15 vs. No. 23, winner, No. 15 Rael. ”

The gray-robed bishop wrote with the pen in his hand, although he was also a little surprised by the result of this game, but he still wrote down the results of this martial arts class in a hurry.