If there was a topic that everyone was talking about the most recently, it would probably be the fighting competition.
Of course, not many people cared about FPK. The entire human race, whether it was the middle-aged Earth, the ever-changing Moon, or the new Mars, as well as battleships and colonies like Silent Night, everyone was only concerned about …
MPK！
Mecha fighting competition! This was the focus of everyone's attention!
This was the era of mecha and nothing else. Even women don't like to watch those movies and TV series that are filled with crying and crying! In the era of war, women and men worshipped the same thing — power!
Looking at the powerful mechas that were filled with a sense of power, bombarding their opponents with cannon after cannon blast, Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine. Or using the 30 meter long super-alloy sword on the mecha to split open the opponent's mecha … Just thinking about these scenes made one's blood boil and excited!
This was the era of fanaticism!
Every mecha competition, from the beginning to the end, there would be strong people appearing one after another, setting off wave after wave of climaxes!
"I wonder who will be able to make it to the last step and defeat Gaslan?"
In a luxurious apartment in District 5 on Silent Night, seven young people were eating a sumptuous dinner while discussing all sorts of news about MPK.
"I didn't expect the organizing committee to invite Gaslan to participate this time. What hope do the others have to win?" Huang Fangliang said dejectedly.
King Armor was smarter. He had a different opinion and said, "I think it's the opposite. Gaslan has already become the idol of this generation. Who knows how many millions of admirers he has! His participation will only make more young people and warriors who like mecha participate in the competition. Actually, everyone knows that there will only be one person who can walk to the throne in the end. However, everyone doesn't have to walk to the end. "
Huang Fangliang retorted, "If it's not to win, what else is there to compete for? Gaslan is the god of war. We might as well just give him the championship! "
King Armor also raised his voice and retorted, "Do you think someone like Gaslan needs money and status? He is participating in the competition this time to attract more people to participate. I guarantee that in the end, he will find a way to leave and let the newcomers take over! "
Listening to their argument, the gentle and beautiful medical officer Xiao Ran sat and smiled. She turned her head and asked Ye Kong, "How was it? How was today's class? I went to the military hospital to register today. Doctor Jiang Wenyi is waiting to examine you. When are you free? "
"I'm doing well in class. It's just that I have to go to the hospital. I have to ask Master tomorrow," Ye Kong said as he scratched his head.
"Then remember to ask tomorrow." After Xiao Ran finished, she whispered, "Do you have anything to do tonight?"
Ye Kong thought to himself, I still have to participate in FPK.
"I have something to do."
"Oh." A hint of disappointment flashed across An Xiaoran's beautiful eyes. She lowered her head and continued eating.
King Duke Armor realized they were talking, so he said, "Tonight, let's all go on the Global Web and watch my match. I want to beat him a few more times today! Try to get a ranking this week! "
When everyone heard that the Duke Armor was going to show off its power, they were all very excited. They raised the beers in their hands to celebrate.
An Xiaoran lowered her head again and asked, "Ye Kong, go on the Global Web Cafe too. Let's watch together and cheer for Number Six!"
Ye Kong hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he shook his head and said with a silly smile, "Today … I'm really a little tired."
"Go, go, go. You're so troublesome! You think you're not close to us just because you know the commander and become Wargod Wang Wei's disciple, "Huang Fangliang scolded and kicked Ye Kong away.
Ye Kong had no choice. Before he entered his room, he looked at An Xiaoran and secretly clenched his fists. He had to quickly win FPK, get the mecha, and enter MPK before telling them!
…
Every fighting competition, especially at the beginning of the elimination round, everyone had 50 chances.
Everyone had 50 chances. If you won all 50 matches, you would advance to the next round and obtain a ranking. And if you lost all 50 matches, you could only say goodbye to the competition.
In such a way, the number of matches had reached a point where there were as many as the hairs on a cow. The number of venues where the matches were held was also shocking! Because it was a virtual world, it was not a problem to open up as many venues as possible.
However, the number of spectators was fixed, so this caused many venues to be overcrowded. And in many venues, there was not even a shadow!
For example, the FPK battlefield that Ye Kong entered this time.
There was no spectator in such a huge venue. There were only a few hundred people sitting at the bottom corner of the stands. These people were all relatives and friends of those who were participating in the competition today! Cheerleaders!
Every match might not necessarily have a commentator, but there was definitely a referee. Ye Kong did not know if this referee was a projection of a real person or an artificial intelligence. He just answered according to the referee's question.
"Eighth Young Master, are you ready?"
"Ready." Ye Kong nodded. However, he turned back to look. There was no familiar face in the stands.
Just as he turned back, there was a flash of light in front of him. A tall black man stood in front of him.
Aropablo — —
From Mars headquarters, 20 years old, soldier. Equipment used, none.
Battle record: 49 wins; 0 losses.
"Kid, when you see me, just admit defeat and surrender! I'll let you be my last stepping stone in the advancement competition! " The Martians were equally arrogant. After standing still, they cracked their knuckles with all their might.
Ye Kong did not even have the mood to pay attention to these people. He continued to repeat his old tricks. As soon as the referee announced the start of the match, he would move forward like a ghost and raise his hand!
"Eighth Young Master wins!"
"Next!"
The match continued like this. Ye Kong's progress was extremely smooth. He was like a bulldozer. Every player that came was immediately pushed down by him! It was boring in the stands. Originally, everyone wanted to see the person they supported win, but these people were all unlucky when they met Ye Kong.
Not only did they lose a match, but most importantly, after losing, the person would be completely exhausted, be it in the virtual world or in reality! They could not continue to participate in the competition!
Therefore, as a result, there were not many people in the stands.
However, at this moment, in a room on the Moon. A muscular man exclaimed, "Eighth Young Master is online. He's online again. I want to see how bizarre he is!"
Although Zhang Liang saw that Ye Kong was online, he did not have the authority to check Ye Kong's location. However, the fat woman beside him was a very famous woman on the Moon. That woman was also on the Global Web. After a while, she called over a man with oily hair and a powdered face.
"My brother is a director of the Global Web Operations Department, a white-collar worker! He can help you find it. "
"Oh, to check the room where he is competing in? This is very simple. It doesn't require too much authority … Yes, I can send you there. "
After a while, the white-collar director, fitness coach Zhang Liang, and the others appeared in an empty competition venue. They saw a man in a military uniform with ear-length hair overthrowing his opponents one by one!
Zhang Liang came to see Ye Kong because he was a little dissatisfied. However, when the white-collar director saw this, he felt that there was a different business opportunity.
"This person is interesting! If his competition is operated in a crowded venue, I'm sure that FPK's competition will attract the attention of some people! "
Thinking of this, he immediately reported through the optical computer, "FPK Operations Department, found a target worthy of attention. Request to increase the attention level of this person! This is the report of the operations director, He Zhen. I request to make this person the target of my operations and to retrieve his personal information. "
After a while, a message came back from the headquarters. "Agreed to increase the attention level of the target 'Eighth Young Master'. Agreed to He Zhen to follow this person. Personal information shown to be from the Silent Night Fortress. Detailed information is restricted. Unauthorized access."
"Seems like he's someone with some status." He Zhen snorted and said, "No matter what, I hope you can help me achieve a certain level of viewership! Immediately change the venue for him! "
"It's F level now. Upgrade to D level!"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
