"Fatty, how are you? Are you done washing your ass? I'm going to queue now," Old Qin said in the voice chat.
Zou Zhuo's lips twitched. "Can you be more civilized? Don't always speak in Great Qin's language! I haven't even finished looking at the skills of these sects … "
"Ah, wait until we're in the game. You're not familiar with the skills, and neither are the others. We're not old asses, so we can familiarize ourselves as we play. "Old Qin was clearly very confident.
In truth, World of Martial Arts' combat system was similar to Dark Souls and Monster Hunter, so it was no wonder that Old Qin felt so good about himself.
"Alright, alright, I'll queue for a match and see," Zou Zhuo said as he pushed open the door to the backyard.
A white light flashed, and the inn and the scenery around it quickly turned into data and disappeared. The next moment, Zou Zhuo found himself in a courtyard. The ground was laid out neatly with flagstones, and there was a bronze furnace in front of the main hall with thick incense burning on it. There was a board with the words' Righteousness Hall 'written on it.
This time, the starting area for the players was Mount Hua, which was like the spawn area for chicken dinner. It was random, and the players could also be sent to other sects.
There were all sorts of martial artists around him, and they all wore different clothes. Zou Zhuo had already recognized the clothes of different sects in the inn. He recognized the disciples of Shaolin, Wudang, Mount Hua, Tang Sect, and other sects.
There were many of them, and there should be more than a hundred of them. Some stood where they were, caressing the longswords by their waists, some looked around, and some simply walked around.
At that moment, a notification appeared at the top right corner of Zou Zhuo's vision.
"There are 24 players in this match. Total number of disciples from each sect: 108. All are currently alive.
"Current identity: Wudang disciple.
"Goal: Defeat all competitors in the Martial Arts Tournament, become the leader of the martial arts world, and destroy all evil sects."
Zou Zhuo was shocked. "This is a multiplayer game?!"
In truth, he had a feeling that this was not a single-player game since he could play with Old Qin.
He lowered his head to look at his attire, and it was indeed Wudang Sect's attire. It was a dark-colored robe with wide sleeves, and the hem reached the top of his boots. He looked otherworldly and elegant.
"Old Qin, what sect are you from?" Zou Zhuo asked.
After two seconds, Old Qin reluctantly answered, "Shao … Shaolin."
Zou Zhuo almost burst out laughing. "That's what you get for always talking about gay. Great, now you're really not interested in women anymore."
Old Qin: "… How can a damn Taoist like you get close to a woman?"
Zou Zhuo said, "Sorry, many of the WuTang Sect members in the novels are allowed to marry and have children."
Old Qin was a little speechless. "I don't quite understand the matching mechanism of this game. We are a team, but we are assigned to two different sects?"
Zou Zhuo said, "Um … Maybe to prevent exposure. Think about it, there are 24 players and 12 sects. If two of them are assigned to the same sect, wouldn't it be too easy to guess the team relationship? "
Old Qin: "That's right … By the way, will anyone hear us talking like this?"
Zou Zhuo looked around and said, "No, the system has reminded us that our voices are limited to those within the team. Strictly speaking, the other players, no matter good or evil, are our enemies. Just like in PlayerUnknown's Battleground, we can't communicate with each other. "
"That's good." Old Qin looked around curiously, "108 disciples, and only 24 players. Can you guess which ones are the players? "
Zou Zhuo shook his head, "I really can't tell."
Logically speaking, players and NPCs should be easy to differentiate, but ever since PlayerUnknown's Battleground, Chen Mo started to play around. NPCs would act according to the player's pattern, jumping around and doing things that didn't conform to the NPC setting, but … he really was an NPC.
And it was impossible to tell them apart from their appearance.
Different sects had different features and accessories. For example, the same WuTang Sect robe could have a jade pendant on their waist, a tassel on their sword, or a unique hairstyle. Of course, these were all unique appearances from looting chests, just like the dresses in PlayerUnknown's Battleground.
However, NPCs would also randomly get these accessories, so those who had them might not be players, and those who didn't might not be NPCs either. It wasn't practical to rely on appearances to tell players apart.
Old Qin didn't mind, "It's okay, there are only 24 players, much less than PlayerUnknown's Battleground. We might not even meet any real players in the early stages of the game."
Zou Zhuo said, "The people of Qin are so optimistic. Why do I feel like I might not be able to beat the NPCs …"
The two chatted for a while, and the game started a minute later.
A goshawk flew across the sky.
"Caw!!"
Zou Zhuo's field of view zoomed up into the sky, and he could see the entire map.
There were mountains, rivers, forests, and deserts.
There were also many cities and sects that were marked with text on the UI.
Among them, three evil sects were at the periphery of the map, the Heavenly Dragon Cult in the northwest, the Five Venoms in the southwest, and the Flower Palace in the southeast. Xiaoyao, Emei, Tang Sect, and Huashan were further in, and there were some special locations around them, such as deserts, villages in the west, and bamboo forests. Further in were Shaolin, Wudang, and Beggar's Sect, as well as Luoyang, Hangzhou, and Chengdu.
At first glance, there seemed to be a lot of locations, but it was easy to remember them on the map.
For example, the WuTang Mountain in the middle of the map gave off a feeling similar to Pochinki in PlayerUnknown's Battleground. The Heavenly Dragon Cult in the northwest corner looked a bit like Georgopol. The other scattered locations looked like abandoned towns in PlayerUnknown's Battleground. They were scattered all over the map.
Then, the eagle swooped down and landed on the WuTang Mountain.
At this time, Zou Zhuo's character was in the WuTang Sect Master's bedroom. The Wudang Sect Master was sitting cross-legged on the bed, healing his wounds, and his expression was grim.
Beside him, one of the disciples' martial uncles was assigning tasks to the others with a heavy expression.
"A few days ago, the Sect Master didn't look too good. I thought it was an occasional cold, but his condition suddenly worsened. I went through so much trouble to invite the Carefree Valley Miracle Doctor, but I was told that the Sect Master was poisoned by the Heart Devouring Poison! The poison moves slowly, and it won't threaten his life for a while, but it will greatly affect his internal organs. If it isn't treated in time, not only will the Sect Master lose all his martial arts, but if it enters his heart, it might even kill him! "
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