When Yang Weiwei said this, her eyes were filled with admiration.
Xia Lin could not help but say in surprise, "Most afraid of death?"
Yang Weiwei smiled and said, "Yes, Tu Dahei is extremely, extremely afraid of death. It's the same even in the virtual world! But because he is afraid of death, he possesses astounding life-preservation means. Rumor has it that Shi Xiaobai fell in love with Tu Dahei because of his powerful life-preservation means! "
"Do you understand? Manager Xia, this seven-person free-for-all is not just a competition of strength. Survival is the true crux! If it's Tu Dahei, due to his fear of death, he will definitely keep a very low profile in the beginning. He will try his best to minimize his presence. Even if he can't beat the other contestants, he will hide more actively than anyone else. He will definitely risk his life to survive! "
"So, although Tu Dahei will not obtain the final victory, he will definitely not be the first loser! And if he's lucky, Tu Dahei, who is afraid of death, will be able to survive until there are only two people left! "
Xia Lin was dumbfounded when he heard this. He muttered to himself, "Most afraid of death, so he knows how to survive …"
For [Gaia] branch, as long as they were not in last place, it was a huge improvement. Wang Qiang clearly could not do it because not only was he not strong, he was also too cocky.
And if this Tu Dahei was as Yang Weiwei said, a person who kept a low profile and was afraid of death, he might really be able to create a miracle?!
"Phew, then let's do it this way. Weiwei, contact Tu Dahei. This week's representative will be him! Also, if [Gaia] branch can escape the fate of being in last place this week, your salary will be doubled and your position will definitely be promoted! "
Xia Lin patted Yang Weiwei on the shoulder and called her "Weiwei", which was rare.
Yang Weiwei was stunned. She thought to herself, I only wanted to leave this cramped engine room as soon as possible. Who knew that there would be an unexpected surprise?
At this moment, Yang Weiwei felt that it was great that she had learned the skill of "spouting nonsense" in this game called life!
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In the virtual world, in a gigantic beast colosseum, two figures were chasing each other. They looked like they were having fun, but the atmosphere was like enemies chasing after each other. One of them was dressed in a clown costume, while the other was slashing at the clown with a scarlet saber.
The saber light was bright red, and every slash seemed to splash ice-cold blood. However, upon a closer look, one would discover that no matter how the saber slashed down, lifted, swept from the right, or sliced from the left, it did not touch the clown at all. The clown's footwork was very strange, like a crab possessed by a demon. However, it was this strange footwork that allowed it to dodge several saber lights with just a slight movement.
The man holding the saber seemed to be extremely impatient. His saber skills seemed to be in a mess. He roared in a low voice and swung the saber at the clown who was running and stopping. Sometimes, he even threw the saber as a hidden weapon. He was like a child who had been teased and had lost his mind.
As for the clown, every time the man threw away the sword, he would stop and wait for the man to pick it up again. From the beginning to the end, he did not attack the man. His movements were not elegant, but his skillful dodging posture made him look like an elegant gentleman.
Of course, in the eyes of the knife-wielding man, this extremely coquettish clown was simply an old hooligan who took liberties with innocent women!
"Eight Directional Saber!"
Suddenly, the knife-wielding man shouted. His eyes flashed as he turned around and slashed horizontally and vertically. In an instant, he completed eight slashes from different directions. Eight extremely fast red saber lights attacked the clown who was standing at different positions, as if he had blocked all the clown's escape routes!
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! "
The sound of flesh tearing rang out eight times as the clown's body was instantly cut into nine pieces!
The knife-wielding man, who seemed to have completed his counterattack, sighed heavily. His sigh was filled with deep exhaustion.
The body that was cut into nine pieces twisted and disappeared in the light. It turned out that it was just an illusion!
The real clown was standing behind the knife-wielding man at that moment. He patted the knife-wielding man's shoulder and said softly, "Good luck."
Those two words seemed to give the knife-wielding man endless motivation. Hence, he … threw the Iron-Blood Saber to the ground with a clang and sat on the cement floor resentfully. The indignant expression on his face announced that he was ready to die.
"God DogLeading, please do me a favor and give me a quick death!"
Wang Qiang was very, very tired. It was a mental exhaustion. He looked up at the nearby player, "IChooseDogLeading", who was wearing a clown costume and clown mask. He felt a surge of sorrow and anger.
"An hour. It's been an entire hour. Haven't you had enough fun?"
Seeing "IChooseDogLeading" remain motionless, Wang Qiang could not help but berate him angrily.
This cat-and-mouse battle lasted for an hour. Wang Qiang had long realized that the "IChooseDogLeading" in front of him was a darn noob abuser. That easy dodging posture, that comical but extremely agile Crab Steps, that Wavelet Shield that would always negate a dangerous strike at the critical moment, dodging countless of his attacks and resolving countless of his attacks, made him disheartened and nearly doubted life.
At one point, Wang Qiang wanted to choose to escape, but his ridiculous pride made him persist.
This was because he was also a noob abuser. In reality, he was at the seventh level of the Psionic Mortal Realm, but he had lowered his strength to the third level of the Psionic Mortal Realm. He had enjoyed the thrill of abusing noobs. Of course, he would occasionally encounter noob abusers that were stronger than him, but this was the first time he was seeing such a crazy noob abuser like "IChooseDogLeading".
This crazy bastard did not use any Psionic Ability offensive skills the entire time. All he did was dodge and dodge. Furthermore, his dodging was not by jumping around or dodging randomly around the arena. Instead, he stood there quietly, waiting for your saber to slash at him before easily dodging it. When you charged forward in a fit of rage to slash at him with your saber, he would use his unpredictable Crab Steps to dodge them one by one. Then, before you could react, he would appear behind you and pat you on the shoulder, encouraging you, "All the best!"
At times, just as you thought you were about to attack him, his shield would appear at the most critical point to block your attack. At times, you thought you had finally cleaved him into two, but you were surprised to realize that it was just an unimaginable illusion.
Wang Qiang's strength was at the seventh level of the Psionic Mortal Realm, but he was being toyed with in the palm of his hand in a battle at the third level of the Psionic Mortal Realm. It was very simple for him to determine that "IChooseDogLeading" was a noob abuser that was far stronger than him.
Wang Qiang, who was also a noob abuser, also deeply understood why "IChooseDogLeading" did not use any Psionic Ability offensive skills the entire time.
"What he enjoys is the thrill of abusing his enemy!"
Wang Qiang believed he had guessed the answer. In order to prevent "IChooseDogLeading" from getting what he wanted, he forcefully endured for an hour without escaping.
And more importantly, he wanted to seize the opportunity to slash "IChooseDogLeading" to death, and then taunt him, "Idiot, did you go overboard?"
However, at this moment, Wang Qiang finally realized the cruel truth. He could not hit "IChooseDogLeading" at all. That wasn't Crab Steps, it was clearly the footwork of a devil wearing the clothes of a D Class!
Wang Qiang felt despair, but at the same time, he was infuriated.
Don't you enjoy the thrill of abusing your enemy?
No, I won't run!
If you have the guts, kill me!
With this thought in mind, Wang Qiang threw his saber and sat cross-legged on the concrete floor of the arena. His intentions were clear. I'm not playing with you. Do whatever you want to me!
IChooseDogLeading seemed to be stunned for a moment before he suddenly waved his fist and said loudly, "All the best! Don't give up! Believe in yourself! Believe in miracles! "
The corners of Wang Qiang's mouth twitched as he said with a deep voice, "God DogLeading, it's best you give me a quick death! The dictionary of I, King of Leopards, does not have the word 'escape'. If you keep not attacking, I'll just keep sitting there. Let's waste time together! "
IChooseDogLeading fell silent for a moment before he sighed and said, "You win."
Wang Qiang was stunned. What did he mean?
"Player IChooseDogLeading has left the room."
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