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Chapter 27 Declaring War
The atmosphere froze for a moment.

The security soon got the news from above and confirmed Ning Luo's identity.

"Uh, Mr. Ning, you, would you please?"

Ning Luo put on the mask again, clenched his fists, and walked towards the area of ​​Group A step by step.

In the meantime, the spotlight continued to follow him.

Qianyue gritted her teeth, held back her laughter with great difficulty, and said loudly: "Okay, we saw that Ning Luo gave up the traditional elevator entrance, and instead chose a very trendy entrance Way!"

"We saw him jumping out of the auditorium. With this attire, it inexplicably gave off a domineering and mysterious feeling!"

"Player Ning Luo may want to prove his determination to overcome obstacles by entering the field, and Wei Haifeng is the peak standing in front of him!"

"Then can he repeat the amazing performance last night and successfully climb the mountain?"

"Let's look forward to the next game!"

You can shut up!
Ning Luo's scalp is numb now, and his whole brain is buzzing.

With the spotlight and the embarrassment of the commentary, I am afraid that no society can withstand this kind of inhuman torture.

The jeers of the audience echoed in the stadium.

Ning Luo felt like a clown, and also like a monkey in the zoo for viewing.

He could only clenched his fists in his pockets tightly, staring down at the black shadow cast by the spotlight under his feet.

The black tide surged, and then gradually spread to the surroundings, and in a blink of an eye, it poured out like a raging sea, swallowing all the light.

The peripheral vision from the corner of his eye finally faded away.

But the buzzing in his ears didn't stop.

When Ning Luo regained his composure, he saw ancient and taboo shadows filling his dark vision.

Scores of spectators are like jelly hanging on the dark sky, swaying and twisting like seaweed.

The noisy and hoarse scream echoed in the depths of his consciousness, like the hiss of a sharp instrument passing through glass.

Even the handwriting on the front panel was blurred.

"A hallucination..."

"It's impossible for me to be mentally weak."

"Wake up! Ning Luo!"

Ning Luo gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and concentrated, then opened them suddenly!

The Kuroshio receded, but when he saw the information on the panel clearly, there was not much time left to prepare.

[Please select the way of time travel and the entry of destiny (7s)]

The audience seemed to be urging doubts, and ridiculed along the way.

But Ning Luo has automatically blocked them.

He took a deep breath, then calmly, and silently dragged the "Fire Spiritual Aptitude" up.

Ning Luo originally wanted to try to revive his soul, but it was too late.

Panel publicity:

[Map]: Dust Realm
[Dungeon]: Shushan Defense Battle
【Duration】: 20 years

[Conditions for winning and losing]: Contributions made to guarding Shushan

[Additional modules]: The leader is critically ill, continuous rainstorm, aura tide, restricted origin (Wangshan Town)
[Ningluo (Reincarnation)]: Fire Spirituality (D)

[Wei Haifeng (Resurrection)]: Born with supernatural power (B), proficient in physical skills (C), born in response to disaster (C), genius of swordsmanship (D), died young (F)

[Countdown to time travel]: 60s
60...

59...

58...

The countdown started, and Qianyue immediately announced: "Please make a war agreement!"

Ning Luo was already familiar with the process of crossing, but he remained silent.

To speak in such a large audience, Ning Luo had to memorize the manuscript to barely do it.

It wasn't that he was too scared to speak, but he was afraid that if he said something wrong, he might be caught by the vicious eyes around him.

Wei Haifeng's voice reached his ears.

"Little brother, I heard that you are a rookie, but I won't let you in the arena."

"Let's start with the first thing. The organizer has the final say on the mod. It's not that I want to target you on purpose. I'll be more ruthless in a while, just to remind you. If it brings you any painful memories, haha , I hope you don’t take it too seriously, little brother.”

Wei Haifeng has a very gentle temper, and he doesn't match the title of King of Street Fighters in Yongcheng at all. He belongs to the kind that destroys his image as soon as he speaks.

Even though the original intention of the battle contract was to make the traversers provoke each other, Wei Haifeng's provocation was a bit passive-aggressive to be honest.

Especially the sentence "Don't take it too seriously", directly broke down the momentum of the whole paragraph.

Normally, Ning Luo would probably greet him with an embarrassed smile, and even because of Wei Haifeng's kindness, Ning Luo might even let him go a little bit.

But now he can't do it.

10...

9...

8...

Time gradually returns to zero.

The bodies of the two quickly disintegrated into a turbulent flow of data.

Wei Haifeng looked at the young man in front of him with his hands in his pockets, his face deeply hidden in his mask and hood, and finally shook his head helplessly.

Because Ning Luo didn't respond to him from the beginning to the end.

Wei Haifeng was a little disappointed because he was different from other players.

Others travel for money, for excitement, for status and power...

But he is different, he just likes it purely.

This kind of liking is not love, nor is it crazy, it is a simple, very simple liking.

For Wei Haifeng, time travel is his life and his greatest joy.

The so-called King of Street Fighting in Yongcheng, that's not the reputation he wanted, it was awarded by others.

Just because he is the player with the most crossing times in the Yongcheng competition area, and he can be said to be the best, so he was given such a ostentatious name by the marketing media.

But Wei Haifeng doesn't care about these.

All he wants is to witness a different scenery, just expecting "variables".

Ning Luo would be a good variable.

Wei Haifeng originally thought so.

Because everyone has seen the extremely shocking game last night.

The more professional and powerful the player is, the more he understands how terrifying Ning Luo's feat is.

Toggle the world line!
This means that Ning Luo is unwilling to be limited by a fixed script, and can interpret other people's scripts into his own story!

Wei Haifeng was looking forward to such an interesting opponent, but when he saw Ning Luo with his own eyes, he was a little disappointed.

He has met tens of thousands of mortal enemies in another world, made hundreds of thousands of friends, and observed hundreds of millions of different faces...

So he couldn't believe that the silent and somewhat depressed young man in front of him was the one who might bring him some surprises.

As the sky was about to fall, Wei Haifeng shook his head in a dispirited manner.

It seems that Ning Luo is really a newcomer who was pushed out to stir up the popularity, or is really the so-called son of the plane.

That being the case, let's make a quick decision, there is no need to hold back.

Wei Haifeng sighed and made up his mind.

There are only three seconds left in the countdown, and the turbulent flow of data has spread to the neck.

Wei Haifeng closed his eyes, waiting for the transition of the world.

However, at this moment, Ning Luo spoke up.

At the moment when the beam of light was about to condense into a line, Ning Luo lowered his voice and said hoarsely:

"See you in four years."

(End of this chapter)