Although everyone has always thought that the name "Shadow Sect" is too exaggerated, they didn't expect that when they registered in the guild management office of the administrative office, this name was actually approved in one go.

Sister Pomegranate was upset about this, but she couldn't change the fact that everyone thought it was a good idea.

After all, the little players have to be embarrassed when they go out for a walk!

Calling oneself a Shadow Warrior Monk is always louder than calling oneself a "Martial Artist Guild Warrior Monk", and under the principle of the minority obeying the majority, the fighters in the player have their own happy home from now on.

And now that people have shaken it over, it's time to "take revenge" with dignity.

"No, shouldn't you level up first?"

On their way to the sewer club in a menacing manner, his cousin [Le Zi Rin], who was pulled into the game by Niu Niu, poked Khaki Tony's shoulder next to him and whispered:

"If you use level 1 to play a game without leveling, will you be killed in seconds?"

"No, the level of this game is meaningless, and there will be a qualitative improvement after passing the Black Iron Trial at level 10. And they are a silver level, you can't catch up after three months of practice, so it's better to go naked. ”

Khaki turned his head and explained:

"Ordinary players really have to go to the NPCs of the Adventurer's Guild to learn basic skills first, but the brothers are all kung fu, so don't learn basic swordsmanship and fighting skills. You can start fighting directly, and if you practice your own skills, your character level will increase.

According to the current schedule of this boxing championship, you will have a full number of fights every day, and it is estimated that you will be able to reach level 10 in seven days at most. ”

"Teacher Li and Master Yang are estimated to be faster."

Mud to Luda Oil also spoke:

"They are about to become 'masters' in the real world, and here they are just going through the motions, but they are born with their own unique professions and exclusive skills, and I estimate that their level increase will definitely break the current record."

"Then we can't be left behind, hahaha."

Another professional [Star Soul Eagle] who was pulled into the game by Niu Niu moved his fists, this guy looks quite optimistic, he is the shortest of these people, but the exaggerated muscle outline when he moves his arms makes the three sports students look envious.

He is a judo athlete of the Sichuan Provincial Team, and he is the senior of Niu Niu, and when this group of comics first arrived at the school, the Star Soul Eagle was responsible for receiving them with a group of sports animals.

The best thing about this senior is that he is not only a brilliant and promising professional athlete, but also a certified chef. It is said that this is because their family has been running a private restaurant since their grandfather's generation, so that Star Soul Eagle has been quite good at Sichuan cuisine since he was a child.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy liked to dance with knives and guns since he was a child, I'm afraid he would have taken over the family business by now.

Niuniu's purpose in pulling this senior into the game is not "simple".

The main thing is to eat stews and barbecues in Transencia every day to make people almost numb, although the diet in the game is just to replenish energy, but if you can eat good, who wants to eat dry bread every day.

"Brother Ying, a few guys and I have prepared all the dishes and spices, and we also went to the black-hearted blacksmith of the Broken Knife Master to get a set of kitchen utensils."

Niu Niu leaned over and licked his face and rubbed his hands to his senior with a flattering look and said:

"After today's boxing match, will you show us your hand? I should pick up the dust for Mr. Li and Mr. Yang in the game, and I will call the friends in the game again, and everyone will have a sorority party tonight. ”

"Okay, no problem!"

The Star Soul Eagle laughed, but then said with a strange expression:

"Wait! You just said let me cook, do you still need to eat in this game? ”

"It's okay not to eat, but you're going to be hungry, and it's not okay to eat too much, and you're going to run to the toilet frequently, and Mrs. Shui told me that the biggest advantage of this game for her is that she can eat openly and not worry about losing shape.

What a strange idea. ”

Sister Pomegranate saw her brother's careful thinking at a glance, but it was also a good thing for her to eat better in the game, so she took the initiative to explain:

"Anyway, the Real Otherworldly development team is a bunch of crazy people who want to implement a 100% authentic experience, so I advise you not to come up with some weird dishes. Because if you eat something strange, you'll really have diarrhea in the game, and it's said that it will affect reality.

On this point, Brother Woo Meow has a lot to say. ”

"Blanching, is it so hardcore?"

The Star Soul Eagle widened his eyes and said:

"Isn't that a way to open a restaurant in the game and make money?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Open a restaurant! ”

Brother Mao also came over and encouraged:

"Not only can you get an extra income, but you can also find a few apprentices in the camp to take with you, and the allowance issued by the administrative department means that you basically don't need to run to pick up tasks and run errands to save the first amount of gold, which is a good benefit in the manufacturing industry, and we combat professionals are very greedy.

You're born with a 'chef' profession and you're basically the 'chosen one', so you must take advantage of it. ”

"But if you're going to cook tonight, do you want to invite NPCs?"

The shrimp catcher came up with an idea next to him and said:

"This is a great opportunity to increase your opinion! Brother Eagle's skill will definitely make these Transenian barbarians who have never seen the world swallow their tongues. I think we might as well take the opportunity to invite important NPCs like Lord Murphy, Lady Trays, Maxim, and Archon Miriam!

Maybe you can make a big wave, and you can trigger a few hidden missions for Brother Eagle or something. ”

"Makes sense!"

Khaki Tony clapped his hands and said:

"I'm going to deliver the invitation."

"You wait first!"

The Star Soul Eagle hurriedly grabbed him, shook his head and explained:

"Why don't you let me see the difference between the ingredients here and ours, otherwise can you eat what you make? It's not so easy to be a cook, you give me a little time to prepare. ”

"Yes, yes, everything is foreseen, and this matter cannot be rushed."

Niu Niu patted his cousin and senior on the shoulder and said:

"Let's go to the boxing match first, and we'll talk about that later."

The group just went into the sewers, leaving Murphy, who was already preparing a meal in the Vulture Corridor and was hiding in the office to sharpen chopsticks for himself and Tracey, looking disappointed, and he was still waiting to be invited by the young player to come over for a good meal.

But he is such a awesome main story NPC can't take the initiative to let the little player cook for him, he has to talk about style and decency.

However, this disappointment did not last long, and soon, Murphy leaned back comfortably in his chair, and turned on the projection screen of the core orb while stroking George, the giant wolf of the astral who was napping beside him.

is the same as watching a drama, through the perspective specially arranged by the Blood Rat Gang, the eyes are fixed on these professionals.

He really wanted to see which was higher or lower in terms of skill between the professional strength from the other world and the spiritual energy inheritance from this continent?

Oops, beast chess or something, it's not just the bar spirit who likes to play, but Master Murphy likes it too.

——

Although when the game was first tested, many players said that the level system in this game was too unscientific, and the level of upgrading was unbearable, but when the plot was pushed to the current level, such complaints were rarely heard.

Because it doesn't affect the story experience of young players in Translancia, and it doesn't have the frustration of traditional games.

Even if a level 1 player can win against a level 10 jackal with excellent skills, it makes the game experience more realistic and can slightly reduce the fatigue that will come with fighting monsters and leveling up.

And for professionals like [Wrist Hao] and [Fireworks Beef Bowl] who "bring their own skills", the system of replacing traditional character levels with proficiency is significantly more friendly, so that they don't have to spend time on leveling up and can integrate into the main story of the game from the beginning.

"Huh"

The new soldier's sword in Master Yang's hand fell, and the Yankee thug opposite him was stunned as he looked at the shield that had been picked up in his hand, and at this moment the brave and ruthless guy realized that he could not win at all.

But so many brothers in the audience watched this bald man grit his teeth and hold the sword with both hands and roar to kill, full of momentum, like a butcher ready to chop meat, but this fierce posture is full of loopholes in the eyes of Master Yang, who has been a sword since childhood.

He didn't even need a sword.

A deft dodge as the opponent rushes over, and at the same time pokes his left foot out.

"Bang"

The opponent's body was unbalanced and hit the edge of the shattered fist ring that had not been repaired at all, and the impact was too strong to knock him unconscious, and he was carried down by his panicked companions with his head covered in blood and rolling his eyes.

This is the end of the bandit from Borenius Castle, and what awaits him is a life of labor reform sent to the Dark Barony to dig trenches.

Master Yang, who won lightly, shrugged his shoulders, feeling the vibration and faint pain from the moment his left foot kicked the guy's calf just now.

That real touch made the silent middle-aged man's heart turbulent, even if he was still calm and calm on the surface, but the curiosity and excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.

His life trajectory in reality may be a little bland compared to the vivid battle in front of him, and occasionally he even envies his father and grandfather, who also learned martial arts like him since childhood, and also participated in the guerrilla warfare of Nanyang Chinese against small animals in World War II.

They are serious warriors, and in Lao Yang's generation, peaceful time is both a blessing and a helplessness.

He can't abandon his wife and children and go to the war-torn zone just to live a war addiction in order to satisfy some of his own longings, right?

He's not a war maniac.

But now his little youthful wish seems to have been fulfilled through a strange helmet, stemming from the acumen of a successful businessman telling him that there is something wrong with the matter itself! But for now, Lao Yang doesn't want to think about that.

Facing the second Yankee thug who came to the stage with a war spear in hand and tattooed himself with strange tattoos, Master Yang raised the blade of his sword.

In the calm face, he hooked the other party's fingers a little arrogantly, and at this moment, he seemed to have returned to that young time full of passion and ideals.

The North was clearly enraged.

He grabbed the war spear like a violent bear and stabbed it, and Lao Yang dodged with agility, recalling in his mind the teachings of his father on dealing with long weapons when he taught him swordsmanship.

"The gun, the king of the soldiers, is good at making the gun have the courage of ten thousand people, but this thing goes straight to the alley to drive pigs, and the more you move forward, the more cramped you become. If you can't win quickly, you will be seen through the move and get close, and you will definitely lose. ”

Well, Daddy was right!

Indeed it is.

After three moves, Lao Yang stepped forward with a sword, narrowed the distance and cut the blade of the sword before the opponent collected the gun, like a praying mantis dancing knife flashed, and cut the opponent's wrist in the blood splash, and then stepped forward to make up for it and let him lie to the ground.

"! Awesome! ”

The young players in the audience were shouting and some were whistling, and Master Yang was doing two people in less than three minutes who made them realize that there was a great deal in the player group.

How can this guy's swordsmanship be more fierce than Brother Cat!

And offstage, Mr. Li frowned and watched the taciturn Master Yang on the stage preparing for the third game, he was also preparing for the game, but he grabbed Brother Mao's arm and asked in a low voice:

"You, elder, have you ever encountered something?"

"Huh?"

Brother Cat asked rhetorically with a strange expression:

"How do you see that? Could it be that you are still a great immortal? ”

"There is always a sense of energy in the body of a martial artist, and when you see more, you can see that Lao Yang is obviously holding back a lot of energy in his heart."

Lao Li whispered:

"Like a tiger in a cage, hurting people, you see that his sword just now was obviously going to the heart of the northern guy, but it only turned around at the end. This is because I have a bad breath in my heart, I can't go up or down, and I always hold back and estimate that something will happen."

"Well, it's hard to say."

Brother Cat sighed and said:

"And it's not evil, it should be regarded as resentment, my little uncle has bad luck, although his fortune is very prosperous, but a few years ago, he lost his wife and then his son also had an accident. I pulled him in to let him loosen up.

But according to you, I could be doing something wrong?

Will it make him go crazy? ”

"It's not going to be, Lao Yang's kung fu is very good, and he can still accept it."

Teacher Li shook his head and sighed and said:

"But if this killing ring is opened, no one can say what will happen after that, but this is a game after all, and it may be beneficial to release it here."

"Teacher Li, it's time for you to play."

Niu Niu shouted not far away:

"I just gave the Tekken guys a letter of war, they're here now, these guys are said to have learned martial arts with that Turner, you need to be careful."

"Return the war letter."

Teacher Li, who doesn't like high-profile, sighed helplessly, but when he stood in the second ring, the short Zack who jumped up in front of him moved his body a few times, which made Lao Li's eyes narrow.

It's really different!

The one in front of me is obviously foundational, and he has indeed systematically learned some martial arts.

"You Transansians don't know what to do!"

Zach scolded very unhappily:

"The boss has bypassed you, and you still have to come to find trouble, and you don't look at how many pounds and taels you have! Want to challenge the boss, right? Okay, here our brother is! Defeat us all, and old nature will fight. ”

Although these rebels from the Great Wilderness have joined the Blood Rat Gang, they still give themselves the name "Iron Fist", apparently to represent their faction and their worship of "Iron Fist" Turner.

Ms. Dorothy has a problem with this, but she needs these guys to populate the organization, so she allows them to maintain a more independent system for the time being.

The boss of the Blood Rat Gang will hide in a high place to watch this boxing match.

She desperately hopes that the warriors can surprise her and thwart the spirit of these North Yankees, so as to create a divide and conquer opportunity for her.

"Teacher Li! Give them some color! ”

Niu Niu and Sister Pomegranate, as well as the girl group and the student party, gathered around to cheer for Lao Li, they were severely "humiliated" by Turner yesterday, and they will also hold back their strength to get back on the field.

Teacher Li didn't dare to be careless.

He already knew from Niu Niu and Pomegranate that the NPCs in this game had their own set of martial arts understandings, and the "Wolf Fist" displayed by Pomegranate alone had merit.

Therefore, to be precise, Mr. Li, who has a very old-fashioned style, is standing here with the mentality of "meeting friends with martial arts", but after the real fight, the imaginary difficulties and troubles did not come.

In the face of Zack's decent onslaught, Mr. Li responded with considerable ease.

It's even a little easier than yesterday when I practiced with Wagyu Niu.

Although these rebels in front of them have learned some fur from Turner, they have not mastered the "way of qi", and they still have not gotten rid of the idea of being fierce and ruthless at the level of fists and feet, and their skills are even far less profound than those of Niu Niu.

This made Mr. Li quite disappointed, like a fist with accumulated strength smashed into cotton.

He's a martial artist, and he has his own pursuits, and at the moment, to be honest, he can't be his opponent.

"I heard that your boss knocked my junior unconscious as a humiliation, so I will also treat him in this way."

Lao Li whispered.

At the moment of Zack's next attack, he rushed forward, took a forward step while blocking his arm, and then swung his dashing left palm and slammed it on the back of Zack's head.

Bang.

The number three of the Iron Fist Club fell into the ring as soon as he tripped and fell into a baby-like sleep.

"Teacher Li's cowhide!"

Such a crisp and neat end of the battle made the student party below scream like crazy one by one, and also made the Iron Fist on the opposite side look sideways.

Half an hour later, His Excellency "Iron Fist" Turner, who was recuperating in the stronghold, received a report from a panicked subordinate who almost thought he had misheard.

"What? 40:0！ Do you get to the game with your feet? ”

(End of chapter)