Light snow falls from the bamboo forest, covering with withered yellow leaves.

The occasional chirp of the old lone bird was heard far away in the lonely snowy country.

He's coming.

The old swordsman strolled among the bamboo groves, two unsheathed folding knives tucked away in the wide cuffs. The cold wind blew the long pure black trench coat, like a jackdaw flapping its wings.

"Who's coming?"

"Nobody, village rain."

The young man's voice tore through the peaceful air in the forest. His face is stiff and soft, his eyes are as solid as rocks, and he wears a simple white shirt and jeans.

The knife is out of the sheath, and the blade is as bright as water.

Sa!

The white-clothed swordsman turned into a phantom in an instant, and the village rain cut through the wind and rain and withered bamboos, and the boundless killing machine shrouded the old swordsman.

The sound of the clash of swords was as clear as ice, and when the folding knives collided with the village rain, a whirlwind blows the old man's silver hair.

Two folding knives, one hand is held directly and the other hand is held backwards. The black-clothed swordsman went from static to moving, and the attack was like thunder on the ground. The overlapping silver light was as dense as mercury pouring from a bottle, and countless snowflakes were broken in two with a slash.

Before the stormy attack, the white-clothed swordsman still maintained a high level of composure. His movements are simply more precise than a machine tool, and Mura Yu has slashed dozens or hundreds of times in a row, and his defense is impenetrable.

The young man jumped suddenly, and his body was as light as a giant bird. The knife Ke Murayu jumped down from the bamboo tops, and used an extremely fierce reverse robe from the old man's blind spot.

But the old man was only slightly surprised, the two folding knives were slightly adjusted, and they accurately jammed Murayu's power point, and the blades trembled an inch above his shoulder blades, unable to move forward.

Seeing that the blow could not be achieved, Murayu immediately jumped backwards.

"Headmaster, are you going to get started?"

"What did you choose this time?"

"Instantly."

The headmaster nodded, expected.

The backstage shows that the number of spectators of this duel has exceeded 500. "Origin" has only been released for half a month, and it has caused an astonishing heat in the academy. In mid-March, the second batch of 1,000 game devices was released and the Arena mode was opened.

The first place in the S-level ladder of the "Origin" arena, nicknamed "Headmaster". Anyone who has played the game understands why Ange took this username.

The temporary second place "Village Rain" is naturally Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Club. He, like Ange, is a player who favors the fair arena and doesn't have much time to go to the liver level.

In Arena mode, the physical fitness of both sides automatically defaults to the A-level bloodline level, and even the speech spirit has a lot of choices. But Time Zero, the extremely powerful single-player PK spirit, only belongs to the player "Principal".

Angers is different from the average elderly person, he usually pays attention to the trends of young people. After playing for a while, he found the game quite fun, but he was annoyed to see that he was usurped in the game.

And if "Origin" wants to develop well, the principal must lick it, and the key is how to lick it. Luo Yin thought that this old guy was not short of money or power, and he always had the virtue of a coquettish old gentleman, so he specially opened the spirit of speech and time zero to the principal.

Time Zero requires much more server resources than many of the more advanced words. The dream itself has a faster time flow rate, and on top of this, it has to be dozens of times faster, and the pressure can be imagined.

"Appeared, appeared! It's a tree cutter! ”

"Big brother with facial paralysis, come on!"

"The Headmaster will win!"

......

In the virtual battlefield, Chu Zihang launched the Spirit of Words Instant, which opened from the seventh order.

Caesar often ridiculed his sword skills as if he were chopping down a tree, lacking in beauty or creativity. He admits it, and he's always been a pragmatist.

Chu Zihang held the village rain high, and it broke out 128 times faster. Tree Cutter Knife Technique, 64 Combos!

Spectator mode has been adjusted to 1/8th of speed, but viewers can still only see blurry lines and phantoms.

Sincerity and righteousness, except for the enemy in front of you, there is nothing else in your heart. Snow and wood chips burst open in the bamboo forest, and the withered yellow bamboo knots were broken into hundreds of neat and smooth sections in the slash.

I only heard the roar of the sword, but I didn't see the form of the swordsman.

Although it was not the first time he had seen him, Luo Yin was still amazed by Chu Zihang's amazing battle intuition. But Senior Brother Chu, he did go far on the road of a melee mage.

The sound of swords stopped. Chu Zihang lifted the violently trembling village rain, and the figure of Ange was clearly reflected on the knife body.

The 128-fold slash did not pose a fatal threat to the principal, he just looked at the torn trench coat with some distress.

In the state of opening the eighth order, he can slash about 16 times. Angers also raised time zero to the limit of the server, 50 times faster.

256 times the speed, the tree cutter slashed 16 times in a row!

Chu Zihang pounced on Ange like a lion, and all the spectators couldn't help but hold their breath. The whole process of knife alignment may take less than 0.1 seconds, but the winner is decided.

The snow cracked dozens of criss-crossing knife edges, and the withered bamboos with a radius of ten meters burst one after another, and the yellow leaves that were blown away by the wind fluttered and shattered.

Clear dew appeared on the body of the village rain knife, and Chu Zihang's wrist exerted force, shaking away the pale red blood. At the mouth of Ange's neck, the slender bloody mouth slowly cracked.

"You're making progress again."

The paralyzed face trembled slightly. The red blood on his chest escaped like ink, and the dark red knife was thrown out, piercing his heart.

"The winner is, Headmaster!"

The snow, the bamboo forest, and the white-clothed swordsman collapsed and dissipated. All that was left was Ange waving his hand to the cheers of the audience.

On the ladder list, "Principal" is still in the first place of Jin Cancan, and "Village Rain" is surpassed by the third place "Sonic" after losing points. The principal's next exhibition game is in a week.

In the small attic, Ange slowly took off his helmet. 108 consecutive wins, refreshed.

"If you're in your 130s, don't be addicted to playing games like young people."

The greasy old man slumped in his chair, and on the mahogany desk that Ange cherished was a large box of heavily oily and spicy barbecue. Ange looked at him silently and did not speak.

"Che, you really think I'm rare to be the headmaster of this broken academy. When I'm done, I'll roll quietly. ”

"Leonardo, don't you have any clue about this sudden appearance of the game and some of the unreasonable settings in it?"

"I have a hammer in my head." The old man happily chewed on a piece of spicy crispy bone.

"It may be that my charisma impresses the game developers, and people can see at a glance that I have the potential to be a principal."

Ange shook his head helplessly, as one of the few friends he was still alive with, it was difficult for the vice principal to be serious for half a day.

"That game helmet, you really can't crack it?"

"Nope. However, the conclusion of the equipment department is correct, 90% of the functions of the game helmet are realized through alchemy technology. ”

"But aren't you Flammel, the pinnacle of modern human alchemy?"

"It's Flamel, not Superman. There is nothing good about the strongest, there will always be all kinds of inexplicable jobs coming to the door.

But don't worry, gaming helmets aren't dangerous, that's confirmed. The player is autonomously one-way connected to a large dream-like place, with no other suspicious modules. ”

Ang nodded his head. Dragon Origins is more than just a game, it's a pawn pushed onto the table by a certain force. Although I don't know the full picture of this force, they are menacing.

Last week, an investigation team sent by the school board of trustees was stationed in the workshop and was directly closed. Dragon Origins is not just a game for the Kassel Academy, but for the whole world.

It will be available in North America and Japan by June, and nearly two dozen large hybrids have already reached distribution deals with the mysterious developer. According to the developers, the Kassel Academy is just a test server of their choice.

Several of the school board spokespersons are quite popular, especially a certain Frost, who did not want to be named. In the game, he is designed to be a very vulgar villain NPC, which Caesar also praises.

The radicals in the Enforcement Department applied to use Norma to conduct a full investigation of the game, but only obtained a large amount of false information. The other party has an amazing wall of information, and they do not hide their strong muscles at all.

As for applying to activate Norma's legendary war personality, they don't have that permission.

"Leon, in fact, they contacted me anonymously through the Internet to discuss some important matters."

"What?"

"Profit sharing. They proposed two options, a one-time buyout or a percentage of profits. ”

"Huh?" The vice-principal was a little out of tune.

"Intellectual Property Licensing Fees. They sincerely apologize for using the scenes and characters of the Kassel Academy in the game without permission, and will pay a reasonable fee for this. ”

Outrageous, does the other party really treat this thing as a game?

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