"Hmm?" Piccolo glanced sideways at the redundant soldiers who were poking their heads out of the wall. "Yes, this is Piccolo from Dragon Ball. Actually," Piccolo "is a more appropriate translation and also a transliteration. Of course, I also came into contact with the setting of" piccolo "first." What's that? "
"Roar!" A few roars responded to him. Although the Namekians did not have a gender distinction, they were generally regarded as "he".
"Tsk … whatever it is, it doesn't seem like it has any intention of communicating with me," Piccolo muttered. He was still sitting cross-legged in meditation.
But in the next second, his figure instantly appeared beside the wall and stood in front of the two redundant soldiers.
"I can't feel any aura at all …" Piccolo calmly looked at the two monsters who didn't even look like humans. "Are you really living creatures …"
"Bang!"
Before he finished speaking, one of the redundant soldiers had already swung a fist.
Piccolo saw this and simply clenched his fist with one hand. He lightly raised his forearm and easily caught the opponent's fist.
"Oh? Is that all? "Piccolo's eyes revealed a trace of disdain." Hmph … boring … "
Before the word "boring" could come out of his mouth, Piccolo's other hand had already shot out two finger spikes at lightning speed, piercing the foreheads of the two redundant soldiers.
In just a breath's time, Piccolo, who was not very serious, killed the two redundant soldiers in an instant.
However, the opponent's attack did not stop there.
Just as the two redundant soldiers turned into data fragments and dissipated, the wall on the other side was also broken. Moreover … it was broken through by a punch.
"Oh? What is it this time … "Piccolo turned his head and looked. He saw a purplish-black arm that looked like a human arm poking in from outside the wall.
A second later, the arm pulled back and punched a few more times. Soon, it created a gap big enough for the person to pass through and forced its way into the room.
"This one seems to have some skill …" Piccolo looked at the sweeper and said coldly.
Just as he was distracted, two more arms suddenly poked out from the crack in the wall beside him and clamped down on his shoulders.
"Oh … I was careless," Piccolo said in a deep voice. "So there's backup here …"
The redundant soldiers and sweepers didn't react to Kirk's words at all. All they did was carry out their orders to 'erase activity data'.
In the blink of an eye, the invading sweeper from the other side of the room charged towards Piccolo, who was already immobilized against the wall. The sweeper aimed a straight punch at the left side of Piccolo's chest.
Bang!
The powerful fist was like a huge pillar used to besiege a city, and it landed solidly on Piccolo's chest.
In the end …
"Hmm …" Piccolo grunted. Then, in a casual tone, he looked at the sweeper in front of him and said, "You do have a lot of strength … Unfortunately, your attack doesn't even have the slightest bit of 'momentum' …" As he spoke, he slowly raised both hands and pressed them down on the heads of the two redundant soldiers behind him. "I won't be knocked down by punches like this."
After saying that, Piccolo clenched his fists, and the heads of the two redundant soldiers were easily crushed like eggs.
Pa, pa, pa —
At the same time, the sweeper didn't stop attacking Piccolo with his fists and feet.
It was obvious that the sweeper didn't react to the deaths of the other two chunks of data, nor did it feel any fear. It just followed its own rhythm … and continued to attack.
"This guy … Could it be a robot …?" Piccolo quickly sensed the abnormality of the sweeper's body, so he didn't hold back.
Piccolo completely ignored the sweeper's punches and kicks. His body flickered, and he appeared behind the sweeper. With a side kick, he created a large hole in the sweeper's torso.
In the blink of an eye, the Namekian had dealt with four redundant soldiers and one sweeper. He was killing them all with one blow.
"Although they aren't that strong, it's a fact that they have the ability to 'tear space' …" After the sweeper was reduced to fragments of data, Piccolo looked at the damaged wall and muttered to himself, "This space … Something must be happening right now …"
While he was lost in thought, outside the wall of the storage room … new sounds of collisions could be heard. And from the gaps that had already been opened up, new enemies poured in …
…
At the same time, in Area 101 of the shopping mall.
When I mentioned Area 1 earlier, I said that it was the plane with the highest number of players, and the overall quality of the players was also very high. The reason I used 'very high' and not 'highest' was because … Area 101 was far superior to all the other areas in terms of player strength.
There were six of the top ten teams in the S2 preliminaries: Frost Emperor, Red Cherry, Jianghu, Team One and Team Two of the Gods, and Team Two of the Regulation.
As for why they were concentrated in this area … I've already mentioned it before, so I won't go into detail here.
In short, the players in this area … were very strong.
How strong were they? They didn't have as many players as Area 1, but they still managed to withstand the attacks of the redundant soldiers … and they even had the upper hand.
This was also the only dimension where the 'number of players escaping to the log-in dimension' was less than the 'number of players remaining in the shopping mall'.
"Damn it … What's going on? Has the Dream Company's management gone mad? " In the middle of the plaza under the big screen, Fearless Champion held the spear in his hand and cleaned up the redundant soldiers as he cursed.
The main force of Team Two of the Regulation's weapons and tactics were all open. In this kind of battlefield, he was like a fish in water.
"Are you sure this is the game company's problem?" Bladeless Swordsman, who was killing the sweepers not far away, added. "How come I feel like … this is similar to the situation in S1. The Anomaly has forced its way into the competition."
"But this time, they're not just involved in the competition …" Leaf Paper, who was assisting the two, added. "Invading the game's safe zone, forcing the system to change the limit, forcing the players to go offline, and so on, if these are all the actions of a group of AI … then I'm afraid we can't treat Thriller Paradise as a simple game anymore, right?"
"Hey, you guys over there!" Just as the three members of Regulation and Jianghu were conversing, about ten meters away, someone suddenly shouted at them. "Be careful! There's something weird coming from above! "
The person who shouted this was [A Name Is Hard to Choose], Frost Monarch's bald nickname. He was one of the best shooting players in the game, so his eyesight was naturally very good. That was why he was the first to notice the changes on the dome.
When Bladeless Swordsman heard that, they also quickly lifted their heads to look.
Just above the three of them, inside the crack on the dome … two round, bloodshot eyeballs the size of water tanks appeared.
Then, a large hand that was the size of a tent … grabbed the edge of the crack and started to pull it open.
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