Rebel Demon King

Chapter 839 Colosseum (4)

At the moment when the shadows cruising in the water like sharks merged, they performed juggling movements. One of them stood upside down on the bottom of the pool and shrank like a spring. The other turned his body in the water and stepped on him. Suddenly, like a cannonball, it was pushed upwards by the upside-down person, rushed out of the water, and faced the torrential rain of bullets, it shot at the cyborg flying in the air.

Countless foams surged up in the pool for a while, followed by countless fine water jets like ten thousand fountains, followed by the "water ghost" in black armor colliding with two powerful cyborgs back to back.

The two cyborgs flying in the air were forced to separate, one was hugged by the black water ghost and dragged down the water with his feet using gravity skills, and the other teleported to the side of the stand, and immediately encountered The chained speargun shot, the black speargun was castrated fiercely, rubbing against the waist of the silver cyborg, scraping out a string of jumping fireworks and a tooth mark like a rotten tooth, and then nailed it to the hard marble stand superior.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, but the countless flames, flying bullets, water splashes rising like mushroom clouds, foam splashing everywhere, and the sound of metal and iron clanging constituted a picture scroll written with violence, and the scene was very spectacular.

Prince Marius said very disdainfully: "It's just a joke, isn't it?"

"3V3 is like this, and it is not counted in the ranking anyway, so you can play as you can to attract spectators. Some games are specially rehearsed for the effect, and many of them are actors, so... No one who is really strong will play 3V3. It makes a lot of sense." Prince Akim said with a smile.

Napoleon VII shook his head and said: "It cannot be said that it is completely meaningless. In fact, the gold content of the 3V3 in the Colosseum was quite high at the beginning, mainly to enhance the cooperation between the chosen ones and to deal with those who are better than their own level. Tall people. Many official Chosen Organizations, including Ou Yu, will arrange three-person teams to practice and cooperate. I remember that Taijilong's 3V3 is very powerful."

When Napoleon VII mentioned the Taichi dragon, he turned his head and glanced at Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun, but Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun did not intend to start a conversation. The two of them were like some cautious strangers, sitting quietly on the far left of the sofa, watching The battle that took place outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Napoleon VII was actually very interested in what level Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun were at. Xie Minyun knew something about it. Napoleon VII had also heard about the fact that she broke the record of Athena's fastest advancement to the Chosen One. It doesn't mean that Xie Minyun has potential. You can use resources to advance, but resources alone are not enough to fight. You want to become the top candidate.

Must have talent.

The biggest lie in this world is that you can achieve your goals if you work hard, which is not the case.

In most fields, talent is the insurmountable gap between the top of the industry and ordinary successful people.

Napoleon VII was glad that he was still talented, otherwise his grandfather would not have skipped his father and directly handed him the position of Patriarch and the honorable name of "Napoleon VII"
The bright candlelight illuminates the golden coat of arms on the wall, and the golden light gives Xie Minyun's navy blue hair a brilliant layer of light. Her long hair hangs behind her small and fair ears, and her profile outlines an oil painting like perfect lines.In the memory of Napoleon VII, only Athena had the same level of beauty as Xie Minyun. He felt regretful: "It's a pity that Xie Minyun's appearance is not inferior to Athena, but the gap in strength cannot be made up."

Napoleon VII was about to continue to find out the bottom line of Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun, but the talkative Prince Marius said: "I know this too, but the official configuration is generally a long-range sniper, a tank melee and a mobile weapon." Warrior, how can it be so casual like this."

"In your opinion, the level is not very good, but for many chosen players who don't even have teleportation, it is still very interesting to watch, and if you observe carefully, you will find that these people are not chaotic. Especially these two water ghosts are really good at water battles, not only because they wear the 'Black Shark IV suits' specially for water." Prince Akeem spread his hands and said with a smile: "Anyway, it looks like It's still quite lively."

Napoleon VII didn't care about the game where he bet 500 million yuan. He turned his head again to look at Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun, who had been sitting silently by the side, and asked calmly, "You two should have played 1V1 before. game?"

Cheng Mo would not be moved by Napoleon VII's superficial concern. He knew that Xie Minyun was not easy to answer this question, and Xie Minyun would not lie, so he immediately said, "Of course."

"How is the record?" Napoleon VII continued to ask.

"It's okay!" Cheng Mo gave an ambiguous answer, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's just that it can't be compared with you masters."

"Rome was not built in a day. I believe you will get a good ranking in the near future. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. I dare not say anything else. I am still qualified to teach you something in 1V1." Napoleon VII's tone was indifferent, but there was an extremely strong confidence in it.

"Christopher, this makes me a little sad. I have invited you many times, hoping to play a practice match with you, but you have given up all kinds of reasons, and now you have offered to teach others." Prince Marius Pressing the position of his heart, he looked extremely sad, "My heart! It's all broken into glass shards"

Napoleon VII smiled and did not speak.

Prince Akim took the initiative to explain: "It's not that Christopher doesn't fight with you, but with your current level, fighting with you will not only teach you much, but also dampen your enthusiasm. Don't think that you have entered The top [-] is very powerful. In fact, you are still far behind. I can tell you that the top [-] of the list can be abused by any one person. Of course, except for those who control points." After a pause, Prince Akim looked at Napoleon VII and sighed, "And those who can enter the top twelve are all monsters."

"That doesn't mean you can't even play practice games?" Prince Marius said unconvinced.

"The teaching match is about the same. If you face me in the practice match, you won't be able to hold it for a minute. If it's Christopher, you will be second." Prince Akeem hit Prince Marius mercilessly.

"You won't know until you try it!" Prince Marius was eager to try.

"After watching the death fight between Amedeo and Joseph, you still have the courage to make this suggestion." Prince Akim replied noncommittally. He watched the battle outside the glass curtain wall and said, "The 3V3 fight here is about to end. It looks like tomorrow's dinner. We have settled."

As soon as Prince Akim finished speaking, the cyborg wearing the "Black Shark IV Suit" shot through the knee of the heavily armored soldier in silver armor with a spear gun covered in white light in the water, and then the Black Shark Water Ghost General on the other side Tall black fish arrows directly pulled over, quickly tied up the heavy armored soldier with thin chains, instantly wrapped him into a mummy, and two black shark water ghosts swam towards the two ends, pulling the chains more and more Tighter and tighter, until the silver mechanical casing completely collapsed and was bitten into the flesh.

Red liquid and black liquid dyed the huge pool red.

The picture is brutal and bloody.

Even if it is the carrier, Cheng Mo still feels a little shocked. This is a bit different from the PK he imagined, and it is not like those videos on the Chosen Forum.In the Colosseum, especially 3V3, it is the carrier to destroy the opponent in the most primitive and cruel way.

It's not those dazzling skills, nor the blood-boiling continuous blows, but the simple and crude cold weapon sanctions.

Xie Minyun frowned because of this, and she, who hadn't spoken much, spoke for the first time: "Is there any fun in this kind of battle?"

"A lot of it is for the effect of the show. What people like to watch, they will perform. Anyway, it is the carrier. It doesn't matter how you die, just like dying in the game. You will care if you are swallowed by the dragon in the game. Or was he beaten into a sieve by other players? In fact, whether you are a chosen person or an ordinary person, your hobbies are similar." Prince Akeem picked up the red wine on the coffee table and smiled.

"No matter what it is for, this kind of practice is disgusting. I think that even if the battle between the chosen ones is not noble, it should be clean." Xie Minyun said righteously.

"There is no need to argue about this kind of thing." Napoleon VII pressed the control button on the coffee table, and after the light curtain popped up, he switched the channel back to the channel where Amedeo and Joseph died just now. "We often say that there is Even if it is reasonable, it can also say that things that do not exist are correct, disgusting, and things that cannot be changed. It is better to see them. So let's look forward to the death struggle between Amedeo and Joseph."

Cheng Mo saw that the scenery outside the glass curtain wall suddenly changed. The pool several people high turned into a colosseum covered with yellow sand again. The bright and somewhat unusual moonlight shone on this magnificent building. Inside the oval venue The seats were full of people who came to watch the match. Compared to the 3V3 channel which was a little deserted just now, Cheng Mo could see countless heads moving in the stands at this moment.

The game hadn't started yet, and Cheng Mo regretted not being able to see the final outcome of the 3V3. He felt that there was still a cyborg and a super human left on the side of the reloaded warrior, and it was not impossible to turn the tables.

Cheng Mo has been listening to Napoleon VII and others, but most of his attention has been on the 3V3 in the Colosseum. For Cheng Mo, who has only brushed dungeons and never played 1V1, his level is not very good Cheng Mo still doesn't have the ability to accurately read the game, but he is good at observation and can judge the general situation from some details that ordinary people don't pay attention to.

Therefore, he could tell from the planning of the water ghost's swimming route and the rhythm of dodging bullets that the water ghost had a better chance of winning, but he couldn't be as sure as Napoleon VII.

"By the way! Have you placed your bet?" Prince Marius asked after Napoleon VII switched to the channel where the death match between Amedeo and Joseph was broadcast.

Prince Akim said in a serious tone: "It's better not to bet on this kind of game. Betting is to put pressure on Amedeo, not support."

Prince Marius curled his lips and asked again: "Then who do you prefer?"

"Their strengths are similar, and it is normal for anyone to win, but if Amedeo loses again, it will be difficult to beat Joseph in the future." Napoleon VII said.

"Why?" Marius asked in bewilderment.

"No matter what kind of fighting, as long as it is a human-to-human fight, the lowest level is a game of panel strength. Simply put, it is a competition of whose level is higher and whose skills are stronger; Understanding and application, evasion of the opponent's skills, how to recover disadvantages when facing disadvantages, etc.; you are at this stage now." Napoleon VII said with a smile, "The last level is the psychological game."

"Psychological game? Isn't it just to predict the opponent's move?" Marius said disapprovingly.

"If it's as simple as you think? You won't only have more than 300 people." Napoleon VII said with a chuckle.

"What is that?" asked Marius.

Napoleon VII said lightly: "You will see later how a real master fights."

Hearing what Napoleon VII said, Cheng Mo also had strong expectations. Although Cheng Mo had never fought a single PK, he somewhat understood the battle between the Chosen Ones. His opinion was roughly the same as that of Marius. , the battle mainly depends on anticipating the opponent's attack.If you want to predict, you need to count skills. Speaking of which, there are only six skills that the Chosen One can use. No matter how many skills the Chosen One system can provide, they can be divided into long-range attack, melee attack, control attack, and range attack. , increase and so on.

Cheng Mo felt that as long as he was familiar with various skills, mastered the CD time of the opponent's skills in battle, and predicted the opponent's next move, he could win.Therefore, what he usually does the most is to record detailed data of various skills.Cheng Mo knew that this was not enough, and a lot of actual combat experience was needed. However, Napoleon VII said that the battle between masters was not what he speculated.

This surprised Cheng Mo, and he couldn't imagine what Napoleon VII called the "psychological game".

"Christopher, you really like to whet people's appetites!" Prince Marius said bitterly, and then he looked at the Colosseum outside the glass curtain wall, and said impatiently, "Why hasn't the game started yet?"

"I'm waiting for a general to be there. In a death match of this level, there will usually be a general to be a witness." Prince Akim said, "Here it is. It seems to be general Philip."

At this moment, deafening drums and cheers sounded in the Colosseum. Cheng Mo turned his head and looked into the Colosseum. Everyone in the stands stood up, and the huge volume of their applause and shouts merged into The torrent, but this trembling sound could not conceal the majestic and mighty drumbeat, which was like continuous thunder, and the ground seemed to shake when it exploded.

"stand up!"

The long and majestic sound of orders resounded throughout the Colosseum, and Napoleon VII in the box all stood up, so Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun also stood up.

The huge golden men standing between the second and third floors of the oval-shaped Colosseum, holding golden giant swords, unexpectedly moved. They raised the golden giant swords in their hands, making the giant swords form a line that hovered in the midair of the Colosseum. The golden road, perhaps it should be a bridge.The striped flags above the Colosseum used to block the sun were all slowly put away. The moon was like an incomparable searchlight, completely illuminating the entire Colosseum, and the original wanton shadows all disappeared.

At this moment, a man in golden armor and a scarlet cloak was riding a white horse from the bridge formed by giant swords to the center of the Colosseum. Behind him were twelve other men in golden armor holding golden daggers. guard.The moonlight poured down on him, making General Philip standing in the guard of the golden giant look like a monarch commanding the world.

Cheng Mo concentrated, and could clearly see the exquisite iris flower pattern on the golden armor, the hollow gold arm ring inlaid with gemstones, the white silk top worn inside the armor, and the gold silk entwined with red silk from a long distance away. Buckle the hilt.

This is the first time Cheng Mo saw the legendary "God General", and inexplicably his mood became agitated with the intense and high-spirited drumbeat. In Cheng Mo's senses, this God General did not make people feel infinite. He is not tall, and his figure is not particularly strong. Even his appearance is very kind, without any threat.

However, Cheng Mo has never seen such a calm person. His calmness does not mean that everything is indifferent, but that everything is under control.
Cheng Mo saw him standing in the center of the Colosseum and waving his hand, the roaring Colosseum and the sound of drums soaring into the sky all stopped abruptly, and the surroundings were so quiet that only breathing was left, with a solemn and silent look.

"Dear Chosen Ones. And Gladiators. Today, you will appreciate the art of gladiatorial combat brought by Amedeo and Joseph."

(End of this chapter)