Jiangnan University's on-campus Internet café covers an extremely large area, with an area of several hundred square meters filled with timeless gaming helmets. At this time, there was nothing left here, only a few network administrators looked at Nie Fan and Lin Feng who came in later.

There were a lot of students who came with him, and after a while, the Internet café was occupied. They were still very interested in this game, after all, Nie Fan's family was quite famous in this area. And they also wanted to know how Lin Feng would deal with Nie Fan.

"Lin Feng, which one to choose?" Nie Fan said with a slight smugness, he could see the eyes around him, which gave him a sense of superiority.

"This one." Lin Feng casually picked up a helmet from the side, looked at it slightly, and said.

"OK, but it's not interesting to play so boringly, I think it's 10,000RMB, a total of three." Nie Fan held the helmet and said with a smile.

Lin Feng's eyebrows couldn't help frowning, he didn't dare to fight 10,000RMB, but the problem was that he couldn't even take out 100RMB at present.

"It seems that there is only refusal." Lin Feng sighed. was about to speak, but at this moment, a crisp voice sounded, and then, Wu Xiaomeng walked in surrounded by many eager eyes.

"Lin Feng, promise him, I have money here." Wu Xiaomeng took out a bank card from his bag and swiped it on the credit card machine, showing a balance of 30,000.

"Xiaomeng, you're here." Seeing Wu Xiaomeng, Nie Fan flattered.

"Lin Feng, is this money enough?" Wu Xiaomeng didn't seem to hear Nie Fan's voice, and asked Lin Feng.

"That's enough." Lin Feng nodded.

Seeing that Lin Feng didn't mean to be polite, Wu Xiaomeng couldn't help but roll his eyes, but looking at Lin Feng's gaze, it did soften a little.

Seeing that Wu Xiaomeng and Lin Feng were chatting happily, and didn't care about himself at all, Nie Fan's face became very ugly, and a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, even though he covered it up well.

"Come on, don't lose, this is the living expenses of our studio for a few months, if we lose, we can only drink the northwest wind." Wu Xiaomeng instructed when he left.

"Don't worry, if you really lose, I'll sell you, I don't know if I can sell it for hundreds of thirty thousand."

"You don't know how to get serious!"

"Well, seriousness is just a distant dream of mine......"

“……”

Rubbing his forehead with a headache, Wu Xiaomeng found a seat at random and sat down.

"The game can start, right?" Glancing at the students around who were waiting for the game to start, Nie Fan asked again.

"You can start, but I don't play three games, 30,000 RMB at a time, one game." Lin Feng said casually.

"Whatever, tens of thousands of dollars." Nie Fan didn't care, his pocket money a month was hundreds of thousands, so he naturally didn't care about this money, as long as he could hit Lin Feng, he could do anything.

The two men each lay on their chaise longues and put on their helmets.

It's game on!

After a brief scene switch, they were already in a jungle area. The scorching sunlight shone down hotly, making Lin Feng can't help but squint. In a PK match like this, the map is generally chosen randomly, and you will only know what the map is when you come in.

Nie Fan's game ID is called Nie Shao, and his profession is an eighth-level berserker, the same level as Lin Feng. After passing in, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if Lin Feng was already a defeated subordinate of his.

"Lin Feng, you can't fight me in the game." Nie Fan pointed his fingertips to the ground and said disdainfully.

"Try to be as good as you can, so that you won't be able to say anything when you fall down." Lin Feng said lightly.

"I don't think it's you who can't laugh." Nie Fan didn't know when there was an extra bottle of potion in his hand, and he said confidently.

"Nie Fan, this guy actually prepared a potion." Lin Feng frowned without a trace, there are no restrictions on competitive competitions, and it is okay to use potions.

"Berserk Potion that increases attack power by 100%. I spent 2000RMB to buy it from someone else, in order to kill you in front of everyone. Nie Fan laughed wildly and swallowed the berserk potion, a layer of red light began to appear on his body, and his muscles exploded.

"Whew!" Nie Fan let out a cheerful scream, this feeling of power made him feel that Lin Feng was so small.

"What about the attack at the high? As long as you can't hit me, the same won't do anything. Although he was a little jealous of Nie Fan's potion attributes, Lin Feng was still confident that the potion was always only an external force, not his original strength.

For this game, he can't lose, and he can't let Wu Xiaomeng's trust fall through.

"Whoosh!"

Three arrows in a row popped out and rushed towards Nie Fan.

The attack was launched, and Lin Feng quickly changed his weapon into a dagger and entered a stealth state.

"Pengpeng!"

Seeing Lin Feng's attack coming, Nie Fan stepped forward quickly, and the blade of the sword hooked in the air, directly breaking the three arrows into pieces.

The berserker power after using the berserker potion is truly terrifying.

Nie Fan searched the air for areas where Lin Feng might exist, but he was soon disappointed, and he couldn't detect Lin Feng's traces at all.

The breeze was blowing, the venue was extremely quiet, and a wave of slaughter was quietly coming. Lin Feng seemed to blend into the green jungle background, and he didn't even make any subtle sounds.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Nie Fan's forehead, the berserk potion had a time limit, if he couldn't kill Lin Feng before it disappeared, it would be troublesome.

Nie Fan slashed down the right side, and with a bang, the huge force directly caused a tree to collapse in an uproar, bringing up dust in the sky. The dust dissipated, and Lin Feng was still not seen.

MD, seeing that Lin Feng was not found, Nie Fan couldn't help but curse secretly.

Lin Feng hid behind a brown tree not far from Nie Fan and began to move slowly.

Ten yards!

Five yards!

Three yards!

The attack range is close!

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth furled, the sneak was quickly lifted, the dagger was traversal, and the backstabbing skill came out of his hand at this moment.

"Level 5 skill, backstab!"

“288！”

Blood is flying, the eighth-level berserker is different from the orc berserker, and the qi and blood break through the sky is only 210 points. I saw Nie Fan's throat roll a few times, and he fell down unwillingly.

Spike!

Lin Feng took off his helmet and glanced at the balance of the bank card, 60,000, he couldn't help but smile.

In the Internet café, the live broadcast on the large electronic screen had just ended, and the Internet café, which was supposed to be noisy, was very quiet at this time. The breathing of the crowd was audible and clear. After a while, an unknown player muttered, "God, I'm not mistaken, right?" Backstabbing can actually be a Berserker in seconds......"