I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The battle between Xiao Lan and Cheng Wenyi started again.

After activating the skill, although Xiao Lan can hurt Cheng Wenyi, Cheng Wenyi himself is very good at fighting. At this moment, his melee strength is still very strong, and this advantage cannot be the key to the battle situation.

Now, the outcome between the two has risen to a [-]-[-] split.

Whether it is Xiao Lan or Cheng Wenyi, it is difficult for anyone to defeat the other in a short time.

After discovering that Xiao Lan could cause harm to himself, Cheng Wenyi's offensive became more violent. He rushed towards Xiao Lan, each punch was faster than before, and each leg was more lenient than before.

Fortunately, Xiao Lan now has room to resist, he no longer dodges blindly, but also clenched his fists and attacked Cheng Wenyi viciously.

The sound of "bang bang" kept coming.

The two were back and forth quickly in the meeting room, their figures were constantly changing, and all their attacks and defenses were carried out in an instant, so fast that the onlookers could barely see their trajectories of action.

The surrounding environment, which was already miserable, was once again abused. The tables and chairs were no longer intact, and even large fragments could not survive. The entire office looked as if it had been bombed by guided missiles. Can't see the original appearance at all.

Soon, both sides suffered injuries of varying degrees.

The corner of Xiao Lan's mouth was bloodstained, and his face was also scratched by gravel. He moved his shoulders a little bit, where he was punched by Cheng Wen just now. Sluggish.

Cheng Wenyi's face still looks intact, but a few buttons of his shirt have disappeared, his neckline is slightly open, and he can vaguely see the ruthless punch Xiao Lan left on his chest, that punch was merciless , almost broke his bones, and there were many scars on his arms.

The movement of the two fighting made the ceiling downstairs tremble constantly, and the ceiling lights shook, making the light in the hall a little unstable.

The players who were waiting in the lobby stared at the ceiling above their heads in astonishment. With such a movement, they couldn't help worrying that someone might suddenly fall from above.

It's good to have great teammates matched, but it's not so wonderful to fight between great teammates.

Huabei's voice was a little dry: "He, are they demolishing or demolishing it?"

Hu Zhai rubbed his chubby hands: "It won't really be demolished..."

As if to respond to the imagination of the two, with a bang, a fist punched through the ceiling above their heads, and the dust and debris fell down one after another, hitting the floor with a crisp sound.

Hu Zhai, who was still wanting to speak directly below, couldn't dodge in time, and his face was covered by dust, even his mouth.

Then, Hu Zhai saw the fist retracted in the hole in the ceiling, and then Xiao Lan's face appeared.

"Yo, good evening." Xiao Lan also saw him, and greeted him with great mood.

Hu Zhai: "..."

This is the hardest good night he's ever seen in his life.

After Xiao Lan said good evening, she got up again and continued to join the battle. From the hole in the ceiling, Hu Zhai could only see figures flashing past, which showed that the battle was still fierce.

"Bah, bah, bah..." Hu Zhai quickly spit out the dust and dregs that fell into his mouth. Although he yelled about eating dirt all day, the taste of concrete was really not good at all.

After a while, he stretched out his hand to wipe off the ashes on his face. This man, if he was unlucky, the ceiling would collapse standing where he was.

"I, let's push the god, the statue farther away." Hua Bei felt that with this posture, the current position of the statue was not safe at all.

In case of a one-day punch, according to this strength, it is estimated that the idol will become scrap metal immediately, so it is better to put such an important customs clearance item in a safe place.

Modan, who had been silent all this time, came over: "I'll help."

"Yes, yes, I'm coming too." Hu Zhai wiped his face and joined the team pushing the statue.

As soon as they got started, they realized that the idol was made of some kind of metal, and it was really big and heavy.I don't know how Xiao Lan and Fei Luo are able to carry this thing like flying. If it weren't for the physical bonus of intermediate players, I am afraid that the three of them would not be able to push this statue at all.

After a lot of effort, the three finally moved the statue to a safe corner.

Meanwhile, the battle upstairs continued.

At this time, Xiao Lan and Cheng Wenyi looked full of fighting intent. Their clothes were damaged to varying degrees, and they both had new scars on their bodies. Their muscles were bulging due to the fighting, and sweat flowed down their foreheads.

The eyes of the two locked on each other, like two beasts fighting each other on the grassland.

Xiao Lan paid attention to her skills, the remaining time was getting less and less, not only that, it was not long before 4:44.

He couldn't go on in a stalemate with Cheng Wenyi like this.

Must fight fast!

Xiao Lan began to quickly think about how to solve the problem quickly.

Now both sides are only relying on their own skills and fists to fight, there is no possibility of suddenly pulling out a trump card to win in one blow; Cheng Wenyi has quite a lot of fighting experience, expecting the opponent to make mistakes is tantamount to Xiao Lan's winning rate in buying a lottery.

Then... the only way to end the battle in a short time is to attack its vital points.

Xiao Lan thought about it, the key to Cheng Wenyi was——

face.

In the previous communication, Xiao Lan found that Cheng Wen was very concerned about his appearance.

It is even more obvious in battle.

If other parts of the body could not dodge the attack, Cheng Wenyi would choose to resist, but his face, no matter what, he would definitely protect. Most of the punches Cheng Wenyi received from Xiao Lan on the arm were heroically injured in the process of protecting his face. of.

Xiao Lan launched an attack again.

This time was different from the previous time when he aimed to defeat the opponent. He gave up attacking the ordinary vital points of the human body, and greeted Cheng Wenyi's face every time.

Cheng Wen raised his hand to block Xiao Lan's fist attacking his left cheek.

But soon, another fist hit the other half of his face.

Dodge again.

Immediately afterwards, there was another punch from the opposite side, and the target was still his face.

……

After doing this several times, Cheng Wenyi's expression changed: "Damn it, do you understand that you don't hit someone in the face?!!!"

Such a handsome face is all right? ! ! !

Are you still human? !

But it was like a huge magnet was installed on Cheng Wenyi's face, every punch of Xiao Lan was aimed towards his face, even if he was hit by Cheng Wenyi, Xiao Lan's choice of counterattack was still—— Slap in the face, slap in the face, slap in the face again.

Soon, the battle between the two turned into a desperate struggle between chasing and counter-slapping.

That picture...it really looks like two brats punching each other.

Mu Yang, who watched the whole process from the sidelines: "..."

I really want to pretend I don't know them.

Luo, who didn't understand why the situation suddenly developed like this: "..."

I really want to... no, I don't want to.

Finally, after resisting Cheng Wen's one or three punches, Xiao Lan seized the opportunity to lift his leg and trip him when Cheng Wen raised his hand to cover his face and his vision was temporarily blocked.

"Boom—" Cheng Wenyi's body fell to the ground.

His reaction was also extremely fast, and he tensed his muscles in an instant to get up.

However, Xiao Lan had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and before Cheng Wenyi got up, he rushed over and pressed his knee on the opponent's chest, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Cough—" Cheng Wen didn't come up in one breath.

Then, the clenched fist hit Cheng Wenyi's face again.

Cheng Wenyi's previous posture was ready to get up, his hands were not on his head, it was too late to go back to defense at this moment, and he could only watch Xiao Lan's fist attacking his handsome face.

If he received the punch with his face abruptly, no matter how handsome his face was, as long as it wasn't made of sufficiently hard materials, it would definitely turn into a pig's head.

At the critical juncture of life and death, Cheng Wen came up with a quick wit——

"you win!!!"

Xiao Lan's fist landed on the tip of Cheng Wenyi's nose, and the blowing wind made Cheng Wenyi feel a gust of wind blowing his face, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead.

It's so dangerous that his handsome face is almost lost.

This situation makes people unable to compose a poem:

You can lose in a fight, but you can't lose your handsome face.

The opponent is too rogue, it's really not my style.

Seeing Xiao Lan withdrew his fist, Cheng Wenyi just breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really?" Xiao Lan asked.

"Cough—" Suddenly he couldn't help coughing, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth instantly.

Cheng Wen hurriedly raised his hands to cover his face: "Fuck! Don't spray on my face!!"

Then he added: "Really."

Only then did Xiao Lan stand up with a smile, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand. It felt much more comfortable to cough up the blood.

Seeing the end of the battle, Mu Yang was about to pass the bet perfume to Luo, but found that there was no one else around him?

At this time, Luo had already quickly arrived at Xiao Lan's side, stretched out his hand to support Xiao Lan who was panting, at the same time found out a bottle of sports drink from somewhere, and handed it to Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan reached out to take it and drank it in one gulp.

The feeling of replenishing water after exercise is really cool!

Cheng Wenyi also sat up, looked at his younger brother who was still far away, and Luo who was beside him who had already started to wipe Xiao Lan's sweat, they were talking with a smile.

He instantly felt the gap between people.

What's the use of having money, if you don't even have a glass of water to drink.

Seeing that the battle had stopped at this time, Shirley carefully hopped in from the doorway where there was nothing left, arrived at Cheng Wenyi's side, and rubbed her furry and soft head against the back of Cheng Wenyi's hand, as if to comfort him. Him: "Miwu~"

Fortunately, there was Shirley, and Chengwen picked up the cat contentedly for a moment.

However, he obviously lost, but he didn't look upset, which was completely different from the previous aggressive and provocative posture.

Xiao Lan asked: "Did you do it on purpose before?"

"It's not good for me to kill you. I want to know what kind of guy Xiao Chengyan's son is." As soon as Cheng Wen moved his arm, Xiao Lan's fist was very heavy, and he was almost missing half of his arm now. Perceived.

"However, if you are actually worthless and rely entirely on him to pass the test..." Cheng Wenyi pointed to Luo who was beside Xiao Lan, "I will be very angry, and I will probably really kill you at that time."

Xiao Lan smiled indifferently: "Oh~ Then I should thank myself for my hard work."

"You're not bad." Cheng Wenyi touched Shirley's chin and said, "When you become stronger, maybe we will have a chance to cooperate."

Xiao Lan raised her eyebrows: "How many times have you come to test me and caused so much trouble, and you still expect me to cooperate with you? Do I look like a fool?"

"It's a lack of sincerity." Cheng Wenyi said as he took out a very delicate-looking incense burner from the storage space: "The high-end props, the incense burner dedicated to the royal family of the Hama Dynasty 700 years ago, are worth 1300 million. "

"I know you have something related to money, most likely skills, how about using this to show my sincerity? If we cooperate in the future, I will show more sincerity."

Xiao Lan decisively signaled Luo to take it: "Well, I have something to discuss."

In the face of poverty, there are no permanent friends and no permanent enemies.

Once again, Mu Yang watched the whole process, and quietly asked Luo: "Xiao Lan...has he always been like this?"

Luo smiled: "Yes, he has always been so frank and cute."

Mu Yang: "..."

Don't lie to me just because I am addicted to games and read less books!

And look at the power of that bastard fist, does he have anything to do with cuteness?

As soon as Cheng Wen stood up, he looked at his dirty clothes and was a little disgusted. He said, "I'm not talking here. I have a safer place. After returning to the real world, I will send someone to contact you. At that time, You can ask anything you want to know."

"Okay." Xiao Lan looked at the time after speaking, and it was 4 minutes before 44:10.

"Let's go, we're running out of time."

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small theater:

Xiao Lan: Bastard Meteor Breaking Face Fist——

Writing [-]: There are such terrifying tricks in the world! ! !