first player

Chapter 119 Chapter 110 Seven "My Dear Werewolves"

【HP-50! (Dizziness!)]

The mental point of the avatar in the "bright" state is pitifully low, with only a little fixed damage.But at the same time, the stun effect also worked.

[HP-920! (Combat suppression! Physical resistance!)]

【HP-50! (True damage!)]

A bright red injury jumped out of his body, and Mizushima Kawasora's eyes flashed with confusion, and he almost fell to the ground.

The moment the opponent's sword blade came over and stabbed her neck...she really felt a sense of death approaching.

...the other party's eyes are still smiling.

But the act of taking human life is merciless.

She glanced nervously at her blood bar, which had almost bottomed out, and for the first time truly felt the opponent's fighting power.

The teammates beside him immediately came to help, but the damage caused didn't make Su Mingan react in the slightest. Whether it was physical defense or blood volume, Su Mingan was not low.

In the World Forum, there are quite a few analyzes about the number one player.

He has a main body and avatar with two states, one focuses on the three-dimensional strength and body agility, and the other focuses on spiritual points. It seems that the weakness is obvious, but once the opponent is brought out, the damage caused will be devastating.

"—Do you want to consider cooperation?"

Su Mingan stood on the beam of the house: "If the cooperation cannot be achieved, I might not mind being a... a prophet with a knife who can confront werewolves."

"Impossible," said a werewolf.

The blood-red light in the werewolf's hand exploded instantly.

"Su Ming'an, you don't think we haven't researched ways to deal with you, do you?" A light green tattoo appeared on the werewolf's body, completely blocking the spatial fluctuations: "Your ability is too single, as long as you can prevent , defeating you is a piece of cake."

"You are really hostile to me, and your remarks also reveal an extremely stupid and blind arrogance." Su Mingan said.

"Sure enough, the main body is more pleasing to the eye... Your clone in this state is really annoying." The man sneered, and his movements became more violent. The next moment, blood-red tattoos instantly covered him!
Holding the sword, Su Mingan avoided the tattoo and jumped down.But the tattoo followed like a shadow, sticking to him in an instant.

But unexpectedly, at the moment of contact, the two did not explode each other, but seemed to be staggered abruptly, pushing each other and cutting past each other, like two slippery fish.

The next moment, with a whirl of the blade, several werewolf players fell to the ground, and the blood-red tattoos also fell on his body.

"Shuala—" There was a slight sound, and then Su Mingan fell down.

There was a bloody tattoo on his body.

Both fell to the ground at the same time.

"Hmm..." Mizushima Chuanku supported his head, gritted his teeth, his body was so weak that he could hardly stand up.

She felt a big spoon stirring desperately in her mind, causing her vision to shake. The nausea was so strong that she wanted to retch on the spot.

She tried her best to calm down the throbbing feeling in her chest, and quickly glanced at her blood bar—fifty points left.

Immediately, fear climbed up the back like ants.If it weren't for the fact that the equipment on her body was biased towards increasing physical strength, and her own physical defense was high enough, she might have died under the opponent's sword.

The public opinion deliberately created by Edward and the others did not seem to engulf the other party... On the contrary, they themselves despised the other party because of these intentionally belittled remarks they fabricated.

...How could they think that the first player has no actual combat ability?
Perhaps it was because what the first player showed in the previous dungeons was not combat abilities.

"Be careful, be careful of his body..." Mizushima Chuanku squeezed out a reminder from the cracks of her lips, she still remembered that there was such a threat of instability.

"It's okay." Said the teammate surrounded by green tattoos. He seemed to be in good condition. While talking, he slowly got up from the ground: "My red tattoo is just to target His skill."

TA looked at Su Mingan who fell on the ground:

"People on the forum analyzed that the main body and the avatar communicate with each other's five senses. Therefore, if there is any situation on your side, the main body will receive it as soon as possible."

"That's right, then what?" Su Mingan was restrained immobilized, but he still didn't seem to feel any danger, looking up at this person wrapped in black mist.

"So..." The man slowed down his tone, as soft as a whisper: "...Your side hurts, and the body's side also hurts, right?"

Mizushimagawa Sora had a premonition of something.

"Wait, isn't this too..." She couldn't help but make a sound.

...too much.

She wanted to stop her teammates.

Whether it's a normal competition or a battle of wits and wits, with so many spectators watching, if her teammates do this kind of strict interrogation to extract confessions, she's really afraid that those crazy "Player One fans" will smash their heads on the forum. Spray off.

...and not glamorous.

"Mizushimagawa, don't worry about it. This is just... a feast that belongs to me alone."

The man said, the light of the knife flashed in his hand, and his smile became more and more strange: "...I want to show his most failed and most unbearable side in front of everyone."

Mizushima Chuanku watched this teammate step by step towards Su Mingan who fell on the ground.

She opened her mouth, trying to dissuade her, but then turned her head hesitantly.

"...wait a minute."

But what she didn't expect was that besides her, another teammate actually made a blocking voice: "Wait a minute, this is not appropriate."

"...Where is it inappropriate?" The teammate holding the knife turned his head and said impatiently.

"Inappropriate." The teammate repeated, shaking his head all the time: "...No matter what, it's not appropriate."

"Are you kidding me?" The knife-wielding teammate sneered: "I almost died just now, and I just said that I want to fight for the camp, and now you are telling me this? And you, Mizushimagawa, you Don't you regard this guy as an enemy? I still remember the declaration of war you posted on the forum... Although you have deleted that thing, I remember that he clearly declared war on you. Why, until now, Can't bear it anymore?"

"...It's inappropriate." Mizushima Chuanku glanced at the barrage in his live broadcast room.

They are all using "click to stop" "Why are you targeting him like this!" .

She had expected this.

In fact, except for those upper-level players who have already clarified their camp and are biased towards Edward's faction, most of the bottom-level players and middle-level players support the first player.

The number one player has gained a lot along the way, and the title of "number one player" is also officially recognized by the organizer, and he has never been away from it for a moment. fight to.

Mizushima Chuanku targeted him in this way only because the hostility had already been established and there was no way out.

But in fact, this person's charisma is extremely terrifying. You can tell from the popularity of his live broadcast room. As long as the other party raises his arms, I don't know how many viewers can turn into big watering cans on the forum, voluntarily become light chasers, and blow them up on the world forum. These people against him.

The group of self-proclaimed "lighthouse system supporters" on the World Forum ravaged almost every hot post.

The other party is the natural core of the world, and they have tried their best to manipulate public opinion, but it has only a slight effect.If you really want to fight, it's the current situation, even the audience in her live broadcast room, can't wait to get off the field to save people, and stand by this person without hesitation.

...this is the first player.

...That's why Edward and the others want to take his crown so much, replace him, and become him.

...who wouldn't want to be the centerpiece of being embraced by the world?
"Okay, don't use torture, the pressure of public opinion is too great." Mizushima Chuanku said: "Just kill him. If the body doesn't come out, find a chance to kill him tomorrow."

"Huh..." The teammate holding the knife snorted coldly, a little dissatisfied, but put the knife back.

Mizushima Chuanku finally recovered from the dizziness in the space. Holding the black knife, she staggered over and raised the black knife.

"Goodbye, self-righteous "Prophet"." The edge of her black knife suddenly appeared.

"...Then, goodbye, Miss Werewolf?" The other party, who had no strength to resist, actually smiled at her.

Mizushima Chuanku vaguely sensed that something was wrong, the other party was too relaxed...

She noticed something flashing by, and looked down, she saw a silver thing in his hand.

[Testing in progress...]

[The detection is completed, the target name: mechanical explosives, from the Second World Days Floating City, the threat is extremely high...]

Mizushima Kawasora's pupils shrank suddenly.

The moment the black knife fell and the blood exploded, she saw the man lying on the ground with a lunatic smile on his face.

"—and with the most important prophets, die, my dear werewolves."

He smiled brightly, like the last ray of the sunset.

The silver thread was pulled instantly.

The temperature rose suddenly, so fast that it was too late for people to react.

"Run..." Her heart suddenly rose, her footsteps turned slightly, and the words didn't even have time to come out of her mouth——

"boom--!"

Blazing white flooded everything.

The violent explosion resounded throughout the boundless quiet night, and the bright white light enveloped the entire narrow house, illuminating it as if it were daytime, as if it had fallen into a black and white quagmire.

(End of this chapter)