midnight ten

It took Guest.121 a few seconds to mobilize the language analysis system with his mind, and finally successfully punctuated the opponent's unimaginable expression.

What the other party said was: My ability is an ability that can only be released after you release the ability (after).

After understanding this sentence, the hidden information behind it is ready to come out——

"Auxiliary system or defense system?" Even though he had already guessed very well, Guest.121 still politely used a symbolic questioning tone.

Cong Yue didn't answer, his brows suddenly frowned on his relaxed and chatting face, and his expression was focused and solemn for a moment.

Guest.121's eyes moved slightly, like a small stone being thrown into a calm lake.

He knew that this level breaker, who was so cowardly that he got into the coffin and pretended to be dead at the beginning, was using the stationery tree.

Obviously, this is a sneak attack in a conversation, and it can also be counted as a preemptive strike by the other party.

Guest.121 wasn't angry about this, and was even a little surprised.

The words of refusing to use the ability first are still in my ears, and the other party directly launches a sneak attack first, and slaps himself in the face confidently.

Being able to bend, stretch, admit counsel, cheat, cheat, and cheat, this kind of blatant cunning is cuter than those opponents who insist on flaunting their integrity, but in fact keep making tricks behind their backs.

As soon as he thought of this, the passer-by on the opposite side had already rushed over. His speed and vigor reminded Guest.121 of the strange beast he had hunted on a certain asteroid.

The difference is that the strange beast uses sharp teeth and fangs, but not on the other side, so it has to resort to cold weapons, such as a dagger that I don't know where it came from.

Although the opponent tried his best, in the eyes of Guest.121, it was still not fast enough. He could clearly disassemble every movement of the opponent with his eyes, and then calmly hide...

Guest.121's attempt to dodge to one side failed before it even started.

——His body is not in control, and every joint is as stiff as if it is locked in place.

Guest.121 did not expect the other party to have such abilities.

Slightly surprised, the bullying opponent had thrown him down, and while holding him down with his own weight, the sharp dagger was also attached to his neck.

"Admit defeat." Yu Chuanpang looked down at the face that was close at hand, and uttered a short but firm command, slightly exerting force on his wrist, making the cold blade and the fragile neck stick tighter.

Guest.121 looked at him indifferently, the slack between his brows didn't look like the party being threatened at all: "Staying body should be considered a special attack, and should not be classified as support or defense."

The fatter he is, the less he has the time to listen to him: "Don't talk nonsense, admit defeat quickly, or I will kill you and win."

If you are in a hurry, you will talk too much, and if you talk too much, you will inevitably reveal your true nature, and the domineering aura you just pretended for less than ten seconds is gone.

Guest.121 smiled, I don't know if it was due to his temperament, he even smiled with a little cool indifference: "From the moment I can speak, the 'fixed body' has been invalidated, and you know it very well, your The stationery tree can only last for a short moment, why do you think you can force me to admit defeat?"

The fatter you are: "Just because I'm holding a knife on your neck now!"

Guest.121: "If you dare to kill me, cut your throat just now, instead of chatting with me endlessly like now."

The fatter you are: "..."

Talking about your mother, he didn't want to get too much blood on his hands, so he left a way for this guy to admit defeat. Do you really think that the fatter he is, the more he eats? !

Pressing down hard on the wrist, the blade instantly plunged into the soft skin of Guest.121's neck.

However, no blood was seen.

The more fat and fat he was, the knife was sharpened on purpose before he entered the checkpoint. After sharpening it, he scratched it lightly with his fingertips and scratched himself first.

When he was distracted, his arm was suddenly grabbed by Guest.121.

In the next moment, Yue Fat didn't know what happened. He just felt that his body was suddenly thrown up by a huge force, and then he turned 180° in the air, just like falling over his shoulder on the flat ground, and finally he lay flat He hit the floor with a "bang", turned his back to the sky, and died.

After a while, the blank brain began to work again, and the pain all over the body also returned.

In a daze, he seemed to hear Guest.121 talking, but because the three souls and seven souls hadn't fully returned to their positions, the voice sounded a little far away——

"I don't like to touch hands, it's too rude... But I don't like being threatened... Also, next time you talk, don't get so close to me..."

The more fat and fat he blinked at the ceiling several times, the whole world finally began to restore color, including sound.

Enduring the pain, he struggled to get up from the ground, only to find that Guest.121 had already distanced himself from him, standing ten meters away.

This fall also awakened Yue Pangpang, he finally realized how stupid he was just now.

The guests and the gatekeepers are the same type of people. Their basic physical fitness, regardless of speed or defense, far exceeds them, the gatebreakers.He should have sealed his throat with a knife while the [Pause Button] was still in effect. That was his only chance, and Guest.121 would be able to talk to him later, so naturally he had already secretly gathered his mental strength and improved his physical defense. How could an ordinary dagger hurt him.

"You look annoyed?" Guest.121 tilted his head slightly, "Did you use the knife the moment you regretted not pounced on me?"

Cong Yue was astonished: "Your ability is [Mind Reading]?"

Guest.121 sneered lightly: "For a person who writes everything on his face, I'm afraid he doesn't need it."

Cong Yue: "..."

Obviously, the other party is not as arrogant and arrogant as the guests I met in the previous level.He was almost stabbed by him, but he still maintained a good demeanor and a calm mind, but why did he feel that this guy deserved a beating more than every guest he had seen before!

"Even if you use the knife as soon as you jump over, the result will still be the same as now." Guest.121 suddenly said, "Because from the moment you concentrated your mental strength and prepared to activate the stationery tree, I have already improved my physical defense." Slightly nodded, "I hope my explanation can give you some comfort."

Cong Yue gritted his teeth: "... I thank you."

"You're welcome," Guest.121 said, "Also, if you don't choose the low-efficiency attack of cold weapons while immobilizing me, but use the stationery ability to carry out high-destructive attacks, maybe you can really end it in one round fighting."

Cong Yue: "Don't think that you are the only one who is smart!"

Guest.121: "It seems that you have thought about it too, so why not use it?"

Cong Yue: "..."

Guest.121: "Is there no stationery tree or one-time stationery that can be attacked simultaneously, or you can't control two kinds of stationery at the same time?"

Let 121 say everything, and Cong Yue's fragile self-esteem has been pierced into a sieve.

He can control two stationery trees at the same time, such as [slowly] + [pause button], and can also control two disposable stationery trees at the same time, but the stationery tree and the disposable stationery tree can be mixed and controlled at the same time, no matter how he practices, Just can't come!

But explaining to Guest.121 at this time, it's not that you can't control two at the same time, but you can't control things across categories, which is completely a shame.

In the final analysis, it is unable to cause effective attacks on the opponent. As for the reason one or two, is there a difference?

The fatter looked at Guest.121 silently, his back was soaked with sweat.

There are cold sweats from being slammed to the ground, and there is also the heavy pressure brought by the fact that the battle has progressed until now, and it is increasingly clear that the opponent is strong.

In contrast, the Guest.121 on the opposite side is almost the same as when it first entered the battlefield.In addition to being thrown down, there was a little dust on the clothes, and there was a little disappointment floating in the indifferent eyes.

"Is this all your ability?" He asked Cong Yue.

Cong Yue understood that the other party was still exploring the so-called "fun", but he didn't want to cooperate: "I'm not here to perform for you, don't take yourself too seriously!"

Guest.121 looked at him quietly for a moment: "Is it really gone? This is your last chance to survive, think about it before answering."

"No more, I'm just so boring!" The fatter man poked his neck, "Hurry up if you want to fight or kill."

Guest.121 was finally completely disappointed.

When a game can no longer bring any fun, it is time to end it.

Yu Chuanpang thought that 121 would activate his ability, and attacked directly, but unexpectedly, the other party still closed his eyes lightly, and stayed quietly in place.

The other party is like this, the fatter he is, the more uncertain he is. He quietly established a connection with the <[anti] iron cloth shirt> in the stationery grid with his thoughts, and when the situation is wrong, he will immediately put on protective gear.

Without warning, a clear high-pitched voice sounded in the church.

The scale is extremely high, a bit like the soprano singing coloratura, but there is no complex technique and melody of coloratura, just a continuation of a simple scale, but listen closely, the voice is light and pleasant, as if a soprano singer is walking in the Moonlight Forest has an ethereal gentleness.

But there are no female singers in this church, only myself, and Guest.121.

Cong Yue watched the man raise his head slightly, watched him sing this distant and clear note while looking at the colorful dome of the church.

The voice of Guest.121 at this time has transcended gender and secularity, and is more like a guide, leading all those who hear this voice into a holy and eternal kingdom.

I don't know how long it has passed, anyway, the fatter and fatter I am, my soul almost drifts away, and I don't care about feeling the time at all.

Guest.121's voice finally stopped.

Yu Chubby blinked, a little dazed.

Is this the opponent's attack?with voice?But he has seen the sound of the stationery tree before. It is his own Nange, which makes people dizzy, nauseous, and head-buzzing, and wants to bang against the wall.

But these hard-core temperaments are not present in Guest.121's voice. He even felt that the sound of the passage just now was so good that his soul was about to be purified.

While thinking wildly, Yue Pangpang suddenly felt something flow out of his ears, itching.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, it was wet.

The more fat and fat his breath was, he woke up instantly, and brought his hand in front of his eyes to see that the finger that had just wiped his ear was stained with blood.

A horrifying shudder ran across Cong Yue's back.

When listening to such a moving voice, he only felt spiritually happy, cleansed physically and mentally, without any other distracting thoughts at all, let alone pain.

This was the most terrifying attack that Cong Yue had ever experienced.

If Nan Ge's scream is Mandela, Guest.121's voice is the siren.No matter how scary Mandela is, at least you will know it when you meet and be prepared, but the siren will dress up as a beautiful woman, even put on a gentle and dreamy veil, and let you be dragged into the deep sea by her unconsciously.

The author has something to say: Nan Ge: They are all voice attacks, why am I screaming as Mandela, and she is the North Sea Banshee!

Cong Yue: Please find the reason from yourself.

Nange: [Mandela's scream]

Cong Yue, died.

Chapter 246 The third group ③┃The low-pitched chanting will turn into a ferry on the River of Forgetfulness and take you to hell full of flowers from the other shore.

"Can you still hear me?" Guest.121 looked at the fatter man with bleeding ears, his tone was naturally polite, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

Yue Chubby was good at wiping off the blood stains on both ears, and hehehe to him: "Don't worry, there will be no problem in the English listening test,"

Guest.121: "Just now I used [-]% of my attack power. Judging from your current defense state, [-]% should be the limit of your body."

Cong Yue sneered: "Okay, then you can try."

Guest.121 is not interested in torturing the passers-by, one strike reaches the bottom, and the second strike naturally ends the battle.

So on the other side, opposition, toughness, fear, and bravery are all the same in his opinion.

Gathering his mind, Guest.121 increased the intensity of the attack to [-]%, breathed steadily, and opened his mouth.

This time it is no longer a single syllable, but several scales interlaced to form a short undulating high-pitched melody.

But each sound is still very long, so the whole melody is still slow and distant.

The fatter you are, when the first note comes out, it's like being struck by lightning.

This time he finally felt uncomfortable.

Her ears were swollen, her head was dizzy, and her nosebleeds flowed silently.

His heart also began to throb, and the fatter he was, the more he had no doubts, if this continued, he probably suffered from heart paralysis and died on the spot.

This kind of physical pain was finally a bit close to the [Mandela] he experienced during one-on-one training with Nan Ge.

However, after being ravaged by Nan Ge again and again, he also invented a unique counterattack method.

It's now!

The fatter he wiped off the nosebleed, closed his eyes and concentrated hard, thinking of nothing, just pretended that he was still in the training room, and that the person facing him was not that polite devil, but his own partner.

Nothing terrible.

The fatter you can be!

[Slowly] + [Static key], start at the same time——

The treble that lingered in the church was suddenly cut off.

Guest.121 looked up, slightly puzzled.What's the point of interrupting his attack with "fixed body"? The time of "fixed body" is so short that it can be ignored. Interrupting it in this way is just delaying the end of death for a few seconds, without any practical significance.

Sure enough, as soon as this thought flashed through his mind, his high notes continued, with a short pause in the middle, like a melodic decorative rest.

Guest.121 looked at the dying passer-by with pity, and could almost foresee the tragic manner in which this person would die.

At this moment, the clear and melodious high-pitched melody of Guest.121 suddenly slowed down.

It's like a singer's voice suddenly has some discomfort, and the singing effect begins to collapse, each scale begins to stretch infinitely, and the elegant and undulating melody becomes dull and viscous due to the sudden slowdown.

Before he could react, the slowness disappeared again, but the melody did not recover, because the "fixed body" struck again.

Five "fixed bodies" in a row cut a good melody into pieces like this.

Of course, this is the feeling of Guest.121.

Cong Yue is quite satisfied with the effect he has created.He continued to work hard, like a DJ possessed, using [Slowly] + [Pause button] to turn the holy gospel song into a ghost clip.

The more ghostly the animal, the fatter the merrier.

Wipe the most dazzling nosebleeds, play the coolest discs, and have to laugh before you die.

Guest.121 doesn't know anything about ghosts, but he has ears, he can hear the melody he sings, and he becomes as funny as a clown.

This is absolutely intolerable to him.

After another sticky protracted sound, Guest.121 stopped directly.

Cong Yue giggled, with his face covered in blood, he snarled like a hooligan who had blossomed into a big red flower: "Don't stop, why don't you sing anymore, every time you move, it's so emotional, I haven't heard it yet." Enough--"

The more arrogant he is on the mouth, the fatter he is, but in fact he is terribly empty in his heart.

His "music re-editing" trick can't really weaken the opponent's attack power, it just makes the opponent's voice into a rhythmic sense of "love to hear and see".

If the other party "can't stand" the humiliation, then the purpose of stopping the attack is achieved.

To put it bluntly, it was a dangerous move by a white wolf with empty gloves.

During the one-on-one training with Nan Ge, Yue Pangpang managed to use this trick twice, but failed the third time.Sister Nan quickly adapted to this small method with her super strong psychological quality. The third time [Mandela's scream] was so tortured that his own mother almost didn't recognize her.

But Yue Pangpang did not believe that Guest.121 had such a psychological quality.

This guy looks like he is pampered and has never suffered. Such a person's tolerance for "embarrassment" is basically zero.

Sure enough, Guest.121 was no longer in a hurry to make a new round of high notes, but looked at Cong Yue again with a little seriousness, and there was more interest in his eyes: "I want to apologize for the previous arbitrariness, it seems that your stationery tree It is indeed an auxiliary system."

Cong Yue was still at a loss when he heard the first half of the apology, but after listening to the second half, he understood.

Guest.121: "Your ability is [deceleration], and when it is reduced to a certain level, it will have the effect of [fixation]."

The other party has seen through his stationery tree.

"Yes, it's to slow down," Cong Yue admitted generously, licking the blood on his lips, and grinning nonchalantly, "No matter how good you are at singing, I can make your singing collapse in a second. One more time."

Guest.121 smiles calmly, gently, but without any emotion: "Okay."

Cong Yue: "..."

Damn, is he threatening or not really inviting the other party to continue singing!And this 121 has super self-esteem no matter how you look at it, why can you muster up the courage to be "ghost animal" again in such a short time!

Guest.121 looked at the passer-by who was so regretful that he wanted to scratch his hair, and really wanted to remind him again that you put your thoughts on your face again.But then he changed his mind and just wrote it. It was so cute and straightforward, and soon he couldn't see it.

Because the other party is about to become a corpse.

Guest.121's breath calmed down, and then his lips parted slightly.

A new melody sounded in the church, but it was no longer high-pitched, but low-pitched, as soft as yarn, vaguely absent, as far away as if it came from the other side of the world.

Requiem.

For some reason, Cong Yue remembered these two words that Nan Ge got when testing his potential in the 2/10 Water World training room.

They didn't understand at that time.

Now, the fatter seems to understand a little bit.

He thought that the ultimate form of sound attack should be like it is now, no longer high-pitched, no longer screaming, the melody has become light and ethereal, as if it is quiet.

But this is Requiem.

Those low-pitched chants will turn into a ferry across the River of Forgetfulness, taking you to the hell full of flowers from the other shore.

Eardrums began to tingle sharply.

My head started to hurt, [-] times worse than all the previous pains combined, like someone was drilling into the temple with an electric drill.

Cong Yue couldn't bear it anymore, and hugged his head in pain. On the verge of collapse, he tried his best to concentrate and struggled to activate [Pause button] + [Slow down].

But it didn't work.

The singing of Guest.121 is so light and empty that it is almost inaudible. The so-called "editing" has no effect on this kind of melody, because the sound is already far and near, suddenly appearing, and then disappearing, and the "rest" also has no effect. Well, whether it is "dragging tone", they are all dragged into the far shore by this melody.

In extreme pain, Cong Yue heard "click" after another, as if something was split.

He bent over and curled up his body, his will was on the verge of collapse, so he couldn't care about anything else.

Cong Yue didn't know what was broken, but the gatekeeper in the consulting room could see clearly.

It was the stained glass of the cathedral, cracked piece by piece as Guest.121 sang.Soon, cobweb-like cracks covered every window.

"There's nothing to see." In the consulting room, 7/10 leaned back on the chair, put his hands behind his head, and projected the second battlefield of Cong Yue, which was enlarged for the convenience of focusing on the crowd, and retracted it again through the control of his mind. Original size, "This guy can hold on for another ten seconds at most."

"121 is too boring, why don't you play more rounds with him, just now he made the melody slow for a while, fast for a while, and then paused, it's quite impressive." The rhythm of feeling is quite aftertaste.

"It seems to be more than ten seconds now..." Sobek looked at the fatter figure on the small projection screen, and was surprised that he could persist until now.

Judging from the observation of the battle just now, Guest.121 came to end the battle this time, and it is impossible to hesitate to strike, but Cong Yue has not lost his life until now, which is inconceivable.

unless……

Charon: "He seems to be using disposable stationery."

In the church, the fatter man who was curled up and hugged his head finally let go of his hands and slowly straightened his body.

<[Anti] Iron Cloth Shirt>, it worked.

The fatter you actually don't want to use it.

He has been brewing for so long, more for peace of mind, as if holding a talisman in his hand, he will be at ease when fighting.

Stationery is precious, and he can't just squander it at will just because Boss Fan has the [money ability], he can buy it unlimitedly, and the captain will generously distribute it to them.

Every stationery must be used wisely, this is the belief that Fatty has always been firm.

But just now, his soul was almost led to the Naihe Bridge by the ghostly chant, and he finally realized—with his own strength, every moment of the battle may be a blade.

Then use it.

As the stationery took effect, the continuous damage caused by the sound waves was alleviated.The previous injury is still there, the eardrum still hurts, everything sounds like a layer is separated, and the head is also dizzy and swollen, with bursts of severe pain.

But the new injuries stopped accumulating, and the pain went from increasing to a plateau.

At the same time, the faint gleam of the stationery also took effect, lingering around the fatter body.

Guest.121 looked at the glow of disposable stationery around the passerby, and the confusion that had just arisen in his heart was easily resolved.

As a singer, no one is more aware of the damage caused by his own voice than he is. If he relies solely on the basic defense of his body to carry it, Cong Yue should suffer serious internal organ injuries and die from exhaustion right now.

However, if he remembers correctly, the defense time of a disposable stationery will not be too long. If the defense effect is strong, such as now, it can withstand 50% of his strength's sound killing, then the defense time will be even shorter, at most not more than 5 minutes.

Guest.121 can stop and wait for 5 minutes.

But he didn't want to.

The Requiem cannot be interrupted, unless the listener has already gone to hell.

Lifting his eyes slightly, Guest.121 released more attacking thoughts.

The melody is still soft, as if nothing has changed.

But Yue Pangpang clearly felt that the sonic damage was coming again, colder, sharper, and more terrifying than before.The barrier of the armor was almost unstoppable, and the sound of singing was like the wind in the dark night, always finding a gap in the wall and infiltrating faintly.

Another ethereal note came out, all the colored windows burst and fragments flew.

The author has something to say: Mr. 121's clip video of ghosts and animals has been uploaded. Up master: the fatter you are~~

Chapter 247 The third group ④┃ At the last moment of falling into the abyss of light, Guest.121 suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Cong Yue's eyes began to blur, and after his hearing was blurred, his vision was also blurred.

He knew that he must have been injured internally, or that he might die in the next second.

I can't let Guest.121 sing anymore, not even a single note!

<[Wu] A bolt from the blue>.

"Boom—"

A thunderbolt struck from above the church and went straight to the top of Guest.121.

No matter how fast 121 reacted, they were still caught off guard by such a sudden and novel attack.

He only had time to dodge backwards by raising his own speed to the extreme for an instant.

Just retreated.

The thunder struck the ground in front of his eyes, and the place where he had just stood was scorched black.

Guest.121 escaped a catastrophe, but the price was that all his mental power was concentrated on the defense, and the singing was interrupted.

This is the effect that getting fatter wants.

At the last moment before arriving in hell, he held on to the ship of the Styx river, unable to die.

However, "Bolt from the Blue Sky" only saved him once, and it only saved him for a moment. If he can't turn the tables, no matter how much disposable stationery is filled in, it will be just a drop in the bucket.

When the melody of Guest.121 sounded for the third time, it was his death.

The fatter he is, he doesn't want to die, he made a promise with his teammates that he will pass the level, and he will greet each of his partners alive and kicking at the end of the level!

Cong Yue breathed heavily, telling himself over and over again in his heart to stay calm.

If Tang Lin was here, what would he do in the face of such a situation?

If Mr. Fan was here with this bad deck of cards, what would he do?

Cong Yue desperately thought about this, thinking about it, as if he heard a familiar voice.

"The fatter you are, don't always think about how to survive. Survival will not end the battle. You have to think about how to win. Winning is your only chance to come back."

——It's Tang Lin.

"There are no bad cards, only bad players."

——That's right, this is Mr. Fan.

Cong Yue's eyes were hot, it was obviously his imagination, but the voice in his head sounded so real.

"The fatter you are, don't be stupid and die, use all available resources, stationery trees, disposable stationery, the opponent's ability, the surrounding environment... Make these as part of your tactics as much as possible, don't treat 121 as an opponent , to treat him as prey, you are the one who sets the trap.

This is still Tang Lin.

"If you plan for the worst, you will be able to spell out the strongest routine. Besides, it's not worth the money to share your disposable stationery. Use it when you need it."

This is Mr. Fan.

"The fatter you are, you must not die. If you die, I will be at the bottom of the VIP list. This is the biggest insult to my suaveness!"

This has to be bamboo.

"The fatter you are, the more you are attacking by voice. When you and I are one-on-one, you are tenacious and tenacious. When Guest.121 opens his mouth, you lose your temper. Do you think this kind of differential treatment is appropriate?"

Here comes the Screaming Queen's questioning.

"Dying soon? Oh, then wait for the final resurrection."

The number one in the world deserves a beating, Huo Xu, even Guest.121 can only be ranked behind him.

The strength of his body seemed to be back, no, it should be said to be stronger than before, like five partners standing behind him, throwing their own energy balls at him one by one.

Cong Yue took a deep breath, opened his eyes sharply, looked for Guest.121 sharply, and at the same time decisively used the healing phantom.

<[Phantom] pain and pain fly away>.

This phantom can relieve pain, but it can't really treat the injury, it's more like an analgesic.

But for the fatter now, it is enough.

The pain inside and outside the body disappeared in an instant.

Cong Yue immediately felt the long-lost relaxation, and he continued to use stationery without hesitation——<[Anti] one step away>.

The stationery tree took effect immediately, Cong Yue didn't say a word, and rushed towards Guest.121 with all his strength, even more desperate and desperate than the knife attack after the first [pause button].

Guest.121 was in no rush to re-sing after dodging "Bolt from the Blue".

The easier it is to kill the cluster, if you can't kill it once, then you can do it twice, three times, if 50% of the damage is too slow, then you can use 60%, 70%.

But compared to this step-by-step and predictable battle situation, he prefers to see Cong Yue have new responses and new surprises.

but……

What kind of novel tactic is it to suddenly use disposable stationery repeatedly and suddenly rush towards you aggressively?

Guest.121 looked at Cong Yue who was approaching him at full speed, and had a subtle feeling of going back in time.

But this time, the passers-by didn't even hold a dagger, and rushed here with bare hands.

Guest.121 can't understand the combat thinking of the passers-by.

The combination of "stationary tree immobilization" + "dagger holding" failed, so this person now does not need the immobilized stationery tree, does not take the weapon, and directly "attacks naked"?

Could it be that the sound wave just now made the other party unconscious?

Or do you see the hopelessness of survival, decide that short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, and take the initiative to seek death?

Guest.121 no longer guesses, because no matter what, he will deal with it according to the latter.

Quietly watching the passer-by getting closer, he breathed lightly, concentrating his mental power for the first time, concentrating 100% attack damage, and in the most relaxed state, he chanted the most moving and nightmare...

"boom!"

The unexpected "air collision" interrupted the melody of Guest.121.

What is Air Collision?

That is, he clearly saw that the rushing passerby was still one step away from him, but his body seemed to be bumped into by someone, and he had already retreated uncontrollably.

Even if he was really hit by the breaker, he didn't think that the opponent's strength could push him back.

What's more, the other party hasn't even touched him yet.

Cong Yue didn't care whether Guest.121 was surprised or confused.

Fully controlling <[Defense] One Step Away>, which has only a 5-minute time limit, continued to rush towards the retreating Guest.121.

As soon as he approached, Guest.121, who had just stood firm, continued to retreat.

As he approached again and again, Guest.121 retreated repeatedly.

Looking around from the full angle of the projection screen in the consulting room, it looks like the fatter he is, he has an air wall around him. As long as he has a tendency to get closer to Guest.121, the wall will push Guest.121 away first.

Uh, it's not too far away. The distance you push each time is actually just... one step away.

The gatekeepers in the advisory room have already turned their attention to other battlefields, but occasionally glance at this side, the fatter they are alive, another glance, they are still alive, and another glance, they are not only alive, but also have new routines Woolen cloth.

"Disposable stationery again?" 1/10 Vader was really curious, so he projected the Second Battlefield, which had been shrunk down by 7/10, and zoomed it back in.

8/10 took a closer look: "It should be <[defense] one step away>. During the effective time, the controller can always keep a step away from the target, so as to prevent the target from getting close and achieve the purpose of defense."

3/10 Paine: "The problem is that now 121 doesn't plan to get close at all. It's because this guy keeps throwing himself on people."

6/10: "So what the hell is he going to do?"

In the time of these few sentences, Cong Yue used the armor to "push" Guest.121 to the vicinity of the colored window step by step in the projection screen.Those painted willow-leaf windows shattered by 121's chants left only empty window frames, one next to the other, and dazzling light poured in from the outside, just like the morning sun piercing through dark clouds.

7/10 stared at the projection screen with a flash of eyes: "He wants to force 121 out of the combat area."

All the guards were stunned: "How does he know that this is a 'limited battlefield'?"

The so-called limited battlefield is the same as the bird cage encountered by Fan Peiyang in the first group. The scope of the battlefield is limited, and the battle ends when one side leaves the combat area.

The second group of streets where He Lu fights belongs to the "infinite battlefield", that is, the scope has no boundaries, and there is no situation of leaving the scope of the battle.

However, the environment of the church is actually very delicate, and it cannot be easily judged as a "limited battlefield" like a birdcage.Because there is still light coming in from the window, it makes sense to say that there are streets outside and that the church is only part of the battlefield.

It was the first time for the gatekeepers to watch this battlefield, and they had been popularized by 7/10. Of course, they knew the attributes of the battlefield, but Cong Yue didn't, and everything had to be judged by himself.

Sobek suddenly remembered a detail: "I remember when Guest.121 was just about to be teleported into the church, this guy originally planned to run outside the church and couldn't hit the door, and finally hid in the coffin. It was probably at that time, just guessed This is a limited battlefield."

"Just because of this? It's a bit of a gamble, right?" 5/10 couldn't be persuaded, "Look at the way he's frantically throwing the disposable stationery tree now, but he's fighting to the death."

This is a wrong bet, but it is really beyond redemption.

Paine: "If you gamble, you still have a chance. If you don't gamble, you are dead."

"I don't think it's all desperate," Charon rubbed his chin, looking at the battlefield, the fatter and more resolute action momentum than ever before, and the tenaciousness and composure in his eyes for the first time, suddenly there was a A kind of intuition, "He now knows what he is doing, I think he should have developed a complete set of tactics in his mind, including the backup contingency plan of 'if there is still a battlefield outside the window'."

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