After Xiao Tan was killed, he returned to the log-in lobby and established a voice communication with Feng Bujue. "Hey, Brother Jue, how are things on your side?"
"Deleting emails …" Feng Bujue replied weakly. Obviously, when he said that, his hands were not idle.
"Haha … I'm not done yet." Xiao Tan laughed.
At midnight, he had also communicated with Feng Bujue. At the time, the list of VIP players had just been announced on the official website, and Brother Jue's mailbox had just exploded …
"Just as I expected …" Feng Bujue said. "This time, I'm definitely famous. In the past three days to one week, I've mentally prepared myself to deal with thousands of emails every day …" He paused. "After some time, when the popularity of this issue dies down, it will be better. But … I'm afraid I'll never be able to return to the ideal state of being unknown. I once heard from Childe Jian (Blade Runner) that for a famous player like him, it was normal for him to receive more than ten emails from strangers after he came online. My situation will probably be the same in the future … "
"In my opinion, there are plenty of people who would wish for this kind of treatment …" Xiao Tan mocked.
"Humph … Actually, there are benefits to being a seeded player. You don't have to fight in the preliminaries … You can relax a lot." Feng Bujue added, "By the way, how did your first preliminary match go?"
"Sigh … I lost." Xiao Tan sighed.
"Oh." Feng Bujue appeared very calm.
"Hey! That's a bit too cold! "Xiao Tan replied." It's like it's normal for me to lose! "
"Losing one match is not that big of a deal, is it?" Feng Bujue said. "There are fifty matches in the Battle of the Bug. As long as you don't lose four matches in a row and get eliminated early, it shouldn't be a problem …"
"That's easy for you to say … There are millions of players in this game, but only three thousand can enter the Battle of the Cocoon. Furthermore, players who win fifteen consecutive matches in the Battle of the Bug will advance directly." Xiao Tan said as he calculated in his mind. "Theoretically, the best record for a player who has completed all 50 matches is 47 wins and 3 losses. If they can't achieve 15 consecutive victories, they have to work hard to achieve this record if they want to advance."
"Don't worry." Feng Bujue said, "Forty wins should be enough to guarantee a promotion."
"Ah?" Xiao Tan was stunned for a moment. Based on his friendship with his Brother Jue, he was able to deduce many things from his tone of voice. Therefore, when he heard this sentence, he knew that Feng Bujue had said it with certainty.
"How did you know?" Xiao Tan asked. "Even the internal staff of the game company wouldn't be able to explain such things clearly, right?"
"Speculation," Feng Bujue said.
Xiao Tan's lips twitched. "Is that … a complete answer or some kind of summary?"
Feng Bujue knew what Xiao Tan meant, so he started to explain. "Let's start from the day of the open beta. In less than twenty-four days, the number of players who can reach level 30 and above is limited. "When you say that there are millions of players in this game, that's actually a waste of time. Those who have not fulfilled the registration requirement can be ignored.
Other than the ten seeded players, your competitors are players who are already over level 30 and have signed up. Those who meet these requirements are far from millions. It's already not bad if there are more than one hundred thousand players. Among them, there are also those who have used the Double EXP Booster or found someone to carry them. (This is one of the normal jobs of a gaming studio. Four to five professional players will carry one to two bosses to clear the scenario.) These people were free players, and they only had a dozen of them among themselves. If they ran into players who had trained their way up, they would definitely lose. Losing four matches in a row was only a matter of time before they were eliminated.
"As for the possibility of winning fifteen matches in a row, even though it is theoretically possible, honestly speaking, it is very difficult. Under the rule of absolute randomness, anything can happen. "In the fifteen matches in a row, as long as you run into a player who is stronger than you or a player who can counter your mastery, the winning streak will be interrupted.
"From the perspective of probability … the higher a player's ranking is on the combat ranking, the higher the chance of achieving this. "For players who are ranked below one hundred, the chance of achieving fifteen consecutive wins is very slim. "So … at the very most, of the three thousand spots, the number of spots that will be taken up by those who have a winning streak … should be around one hundred.
"Most people will need to fight fifty matches before they can see the winning rate."
He paused at this point before continuing. "Now, let's look at the theoretical best result that you mentioned — forty-seven wins and three losses. That is basically a super high standard that is as difficult as fifteen consecutive wins, right?"
"Hmm …" Xiao Tan answered as if he was thinking of something.
"The competition system this time is not bad. The setting of consecutive wins in a row and consecutive losses in a row will reduce the probability of you running into players who are too strong and too weak." Feng Bujue continued. "Leaving aside the luck factor … normally, if you fight fifty matches, the number of godly opponents and weaklings you will meet will not exceed five.
"In the remaining forty-five matches, the opponents you will meet … are all opponents who are in the same range as you.
As long as your PK level is slightly above average, your winning rate will not be lower than fifty percent. That is equivalent to winning twenty-three matches. "As for whether you can advance … it will depend on how many matches you can win in the remaining twenty-two matches. "And … in those luck games, you will meet more godly opponents or weaklings."
"Ah … in short …" Xiao Tan continued. "The situation of advancing is much more optimistic than I thought."
"That's right." Feng Bujue continued. "In my opinion … the lowest baseline for advancement might be thirty-five … or even lower. As long as you don't accumulate losses to fifteen matches, there is a chance for advancement."
"Okay …" After listening to Brother Jue's analysis, Xiao Tan felt much more at ease. "By the way, speaking of luck games … do you know who my opponent was in the first match?"
"Based on your tone, you lost to a strong opponent?" Feng Bujue asked.
"It was Seven Kills! The Seven Kills from Brother Long's guild! "Xiao Tan emphasized.
"Oh …" Feng Bujue mumbled. "Then he is indeed a godly opponent."
"Once I think about how you have beaten that kind of guy, I am not surprised that you are on the list of VIP players …" Xiao Tan said.
The Battle for the Cape was the scenario that Feng Bujue bragged about the most in front of Xiao Tan, so the latter knew a lot about it.
"Now … you should be able to fight Seven Kills, right?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Yes, but I can't beat him," Xiao Tan said. "It feels like there is still a big gap between me and the top players like you …"
"Ah … if this was ten years ago, you would have beaten the shit out of me …" Feng Bujue complained.
"Ah? What? "Xiao Tan asked, somewhat confused.
"Nothing … I was just saying." Feng Bujue was distracted by deleting the email. He was distracted for a moment and let it slip. He immediately covered it up. "I think I just said a line from a movie … Don't mind it …"
"Oh …" Xiao Tan did not think much of it and replied, "Hmm … then you continue to delete the email. I will go and try a few more matches."
"Go, go, go," Feng Bujue said. "I'm hanging up."
The communication between the two was cut off, and Brother Jue gave a long sigh. "Phew … that was close," he said to himself. "I only wanted to encourage him, but I didn't pay attention to what I said …" He stopped what he was doing and took a deep breath. Some memory fragments flashed before his eyes. They were filled with blood and screams. "At that time … the kid must have lost his mind …"
…
At the same time, a 1v1 Killing Game was being played between two VIP players. They were Uncle Worthless and Zombie Blade Is King.
Uncle Worthless's appearance was completely unkempt … He had messy short hair, stubble, and a pair of sunglasses. He was wearing a set of brown pajamas and flip-flops.
Zombie Blade Is King was wearing a green and black guild uniform. There was a badge printed on the left side of the shirt. The picture was an exquisitely carved scimitar with the word 'Zombie Blade' written in black. There was nothing unique about the players from their studio. They all had the same buzz cut and wore the same uniform. The way they were named was to add the suffix 'Assault' or 'Be King' behind their IGN.
Above the maple forest, the moon hung high in the sky.
The night was clear under the trees, and the murderous intent was clear.
By then, the two had already exchanged several blows, and one of them was showing signs of weakness.
"You have got to be kidding me …" Zombie Blade Is King retreated while picking up a long halberd from the ground. That was the weapon that had fallen from his hands about ten seconds ago.
"That should be my line, right?" When Uncle Worthless said that, there was a cigarette dangling from his lips. "You are the top player of Zombie Blade. You are a man in the top twenty on the combat stat ranking. How can you be so weak?"
"You …" Zombie Blade Is King's face was expressionless, but internally, he was both shocked and angered. He thought to himself, I was just going to pick a random Killing Game for practice … and now I've run into a monster … This guy is only number five? Impossible … I've sparred with Lying Drunk before, and this Uncle Worthless is much stronger than Lying Drunk …
"I've heard some rumors about your studio. Phew …" Uncle Worthless puffed out a mouthful of smoke and continued. "You guys are using 'drugs', aren't you?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about …" Zombie Blade Is King wiped away the blood on his lips. He made use of the time when the man was conversing with him to adjust his breathing and look for an opening.
Uncle Worthless stood there with a casual posture and continued to smoke. "Zombie Blade has always been number five on the guild combat stat ranking, and of the top twenty players on the level ranking, you guys have taken up the most spots. But as the number one expert of Zombie Blade, your actual combat ability is truly shocking … "He laughed coldly and took another deep puff of the cigarette." It must be some kind of drug that can suppress your Terror Points, right? Even though it cannot be controlled to zero, it should be able to keep your Terror Points at a low range. That way … you can guarantee that you will get a rating of 'Excellent Bravery' and above for every scenario you clear, and you will be rewarded with some EXP. "
"Humph … You'd better watch your words. You need proof for everything you say." Zombie Blade Is King chuckled coldly. "You are also a famous player. If you go around spouting nonsense and ruin our company's reputation …"
"Proof … Haha … Is that really that important?" Uncle Worthless laughed. "I am just a freelancer who is using my personal identity to earn a living in the game. The words of a lowly person carry little weight. Even if I saw with my own eyes that your people consumed drugs before they entered the gaming hub, so what? You guys have not broken the law. " He shrugged. "For a small character like me, other than being good at gaming, I don't have any other strengths. For a big studio like yours, just give me a few lawyer's letters, and you might be able to force me into a corner and make me beg for mercy. I am someone who does not dare to provoke you guys, and I do not have the time or energy to do so. " His tone was dripping with mockery. "The only way I can fight you guys … is to beat you into a meat patty in the game and stuff you into a cardboard box."
"You've crossed the line!" Zombie Blade Is King's anger rose again. "I will make sure you don't leave this place alive!" He roared, and his halberd shot out three purple lights that tore through the air.
Uncle Worthless flipped his palm and pushed forward lightly. The energy formed a wall of air, and the purple lights in midair were instantly blocked.
"Looks like you won't be able to throw out any decent attacks," Uncle Worthless said. "I'll end you then …"
Just as he made up his mind, the skill was ready. Uncle Worthless took half a step forward and countered with a powerful palm strike. It shattered the purple lights and rushed toward Zombie Blade Is King.
"Humph … I've been tricked." Zombie Blade Is King did not have much expression on his face, and that provided him with some cover.
At this moment, he used the "Cloud Step" and leaped into the air, disappearing without a trace.
"Oh? Running away … "Uncle Worthless thought to himself." No … it's … "Whoosh!
The sound of wind slicing through the air was faster than the players' thoughts.
The halberd fell from above Uncle Worthless's left shoulder, and the brutal force severed his entire left arm.
The tables had turned in one move.
Uncle Worthless's situation had taken a turn for the worse. Zombie Blade Is King had used a simple movement skill to force his opponent into a corner.
… At least, he thought it was a corner.
"Oh … that really hurts," Uncle Worthless said weakly. He turned to look at his left arm that had fallen to the ground. There was still a cigarette in his left hand. "I haven't finished smoking that one …"
"Compared to cigarettes … you should think about yourself first!" Zombie Blade Is King spun in the air, and the tip of the halberd spun in the opposite direction. This time, he aimed for Uncle Worthless's neck.
In the blink of an eye, Uncle Worthless did something that the other party couldn't understand. He didn't try to dodge, he just stood there … However, his right hand quickly took off his sunglasses and threw them away ….
With a plop, a head fell to the ground.
However, before Uncle Worthless's headless' body 'fell to the ground, on the other side, behind the sunglasses, another intact Uncle Worthless appeared.
"Interesting, isn't it?" Uncle Worthless said as he reached into his pajamas pocket and took out another cigarette. He lit it up calmly. "How do you want to lie inside the cardboard box?"
Looking at his revived opponent, Zombie Blade Is King felt a deep sense of despair. From the start of the battle until the last move, he had used everything he had, but his opponent had used all kinds of strange methods to counter his attacks, and the result was that he was not injured at all.
The next second, Zombie Blade Is King forcefully retreated.
Uncle Worthless listened to the system announcement that rang in his ears, and he puffed out a ring of smoke. "Humph … Forcefully retreating … looks like a last resort to protect one's dignity, but in reality … this is the reaction of a weakling …"
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