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Chapter 69: Cutting Cloth and Sewing Clothes to Show Your Intimate Feeling

Mu Zhengguang's game started ten minutes earlier than Xu Yingze. After the game, he went back to his home to treat his injuries before rushing to his classmate's house.

The hourglass is turned upside down, the golden sand flows, and 1/6 of the sand at the top is lost, which means five minutes have passed.

The seventh round of the game ended at 8:20. His classmates had not returned yet, and he was a little nervous.

After the second five minutes, the student still didn't return.

Mu Zhengguang felt uneasy. He paced back and forth at the door, looking eagerly at the end of the corridor.

Another five minutes passed, and the amount of gold sand on the upper and lower sides of the hourglass was equal.

Mu Zhengguang suspected that today's countdown was inaccurate. He went home and checked the time: 8:29.

The countdown is accurate.

Mu Zhengguang came to his classmate's door again and stood there quietly, without moving or counting the time.

When Xu Ying came back, she saw him at first sight. She felt sorry for him and her eyes were trembling with fear.

"I'm injured, don't ask too many questions for now." Xu Ying said this in the calmest tone possible, then swiped the card to open the door, entered the living room, took out the golden flag, composed the pattern with a silver spoon, cut and weaved with running force... multiple steps were carried out simultaneously.

"Time is limited, so I'll make you a set first and try it on." She threw the clothes to her classmate, "You go to the bathroom and I'll go to the bedroom. Come out after you're done changing."

The two separated and met again after a while, both wearing new clothes.

Xu Ying invited him into the bedroom and showed him the bamboo thorns: "I got a new weapon, which was modified from a flagpole. In the last game, I should have had the upper hand. The bamboo thorns can eliminate people's perception and take effect after hitting. Do you want it?"

Mu Zhengguang refused without a second thought: "No, I already have a golden hairpin."

"Forget it, I shouldn't ask you this. Just take it first." Xu Ying threw the bamboo thorn to him, "You can refer to what I'm going to do next, but you don't have to follow it."

She used a silver spoon to weave a jellyfish. Everything created by the silver spoon was an energy body without a definite mass. She put this energy into clothes made of asymptotic entities, and thus, a colorful firework jellyfish appeared on the white T-shirt. The jellyfish seemed to be glowing, and behind her was a bright and beautiful scene.

"Okay." Mu Zhengguang put the moon jellyfish into the black and white gradient T-shirt. From then on, his clothes had many different shades of blue.

"This is clothing made of flags, derived from asymptotic entities. It can be considered as second-order at present. The material of the clothing is not bad, and its defense is better than our skin. Wait until you reach the third order. If the clothing is not yet at the third order, I will make you a new one."

When Mu Zhengguang heard "clothes made of flags", his doubts suddenly became heavy: using flags to make clothes, turning the flagpole into bamboo thorns, your running power is very different from my existence power! Running absorption only targets the asymptote, not the asymptote entity, so the appearance of the entity will change drastically?
He had many questions, but the first one he asked was about the other person: "Thank you. Are you seriously injured?"

"It's very heavy. But the next game is coming soon. It takes half an hour for your hourglass to complete a circle. You won't make it in time."

What she said was "very heavy" was true. The four-bladed windmill had lost a whole leaf, and another leaf was missing about half, which was a sign of excessive use of strength. At this moment, her inner world was temporarily unbalanced, and her physical strength was difficult to recover.

Mu Zhengguang said, "Reversing for one minute will have one minute's effect, and reversing for half an hour will have half an hour's effect. There's still some time before the game, so lie down first. It's hot today, do you want to cover yourself with a blanket?"

Xu Ying was confused for about half a minute: I know exactly what your hourglass does. It is true that if you turn back one minute, you will gain one minute's profit. But it is not a matter of one minute or half an hour. My profit is based on your loss. I am in very bad condition and may not win the next game. But you are different. You are not stained with blood and you are not seriously injured. I really don't want you to suffer before the game. There is just one thing I haven't figured out. Which is more serious, your loss of physical strength or your loss of the opportunity to help me?
She made a difficult decision: "You can use the hourglass. It's hot, so don't cover yourself with a blanket, but I'm too tired to tell you a story."

"Ah."

Seeing that she accepted the help, Mu Zhengguang happily suspended the hourglass in the air and moved it in front of her.

The girl sat on the bed and closed her eyes. The golden sand flowed, and the existence of "injury" and "pain" was weakened. Another force was transmitted to her body, speeding up the healing of the wound. That force also passed into her heart, making her mood gradually calm and stable.

The impact of the imbalance gradually eased, and Xu Ying felt relaxed and comfortable: "Although I can't tell a story, I can still tell one thing. Bamboo thorns can make people lose consciousness and feeling, which is basically the same as the effect of the big flag. This is the effect of running absorption." Mu Zhengguang responded: "Running power and existence power correspond perfectly, both are amazing."

9:00~9:10, the eighth round.

Zhan Daohe is a rich man. Money "becomes" power, and he gains the power of wealth.

He held a gold coin on his right index finger. The coin was about ten centimeters in diameter and one centimeter thick. It rotated on his fingertips like a mirror, silently marking the price of the things it reflected.

In order to treat his classmate's injury, Mu Zhengguang fell into another kind of imbalance. It was difficult for him to play steadily in this game. He could only tense his nerves, concentrate his attention, and seize the slightest flaw of his opponent to win by surprise: Restart your memory, come out, my opponents! That man is holding a gold coin, whether his power is the power of metal or the power of money, you all help me, and we will defeat him together!
Mu Zhengguang didn't know Li Qiuchang or Hou Menglong...but he remembered the appearance of these people. Seven virtual opponents, plus himself, a total of eight people.

Zhan Daohe saw eight people on the other side and cursed him in his heart for more than a dozen times: How could there be such a person! Your power can reverse reality and turn imagination into reality? The people other than you are all energy bodies, right? What kind of energy do they bring? Light? Dark? Electricity? Wind? Fire?
It cannot be called "surprising" if it only achieves this level.

On the ground, dark fog was spreading, and the inky smoke obscured the helper's figure. In the air, jellyfish were flying, carrying the virtual Mu Zhengguang. And he himself was running under the cover of smoke.

He used his existence to erase the sound of his running, making it impossible for his opponents to tell the direction he was coming from.

Zhan Daohe hesitated for a moment: There must be only two real people on the field, that is you and me, and the others are all illusions, there is no doubt about that. But is the jellyfish real or fake? If the jellyfish is your asymptotic entity, the entity can cross the law of conservation of mass and has a specific mass, which is real. It is reasonable for the entity to carry you flying. But how can I be sure that the jellyfish is an asymptotic entity? This is simple, watch me shoot it down with a gun.

At the moment when the man fired the cannon, Mu Zhengguang was one step closer to victory: Your force is not all weak force. If the cannonball could hit me, I would be seriously injured. However, you aimed at the wrong target.

Zhan Daohe's wealth power has a very special way of operation. His guns and cannons are not free. Although these things are produced from his "heart", every time he takes out a gun and shoots a bullet, his personal property, in simple terms, his savings, will be reduced.

For example, a bullet costs ten yuan, and when he checks the balance after firing a bullet, the balance will be reduced by ten yuan "for no reason". There is no trace of this expenditure, but it has a result. It is precisely because this force is closely related to things in the real world, and all prosper and all suffer, that Mu Zhengguang finds it difficult.

Zhan Daohe gave up attacking the phantom and tried the jellyfish first.

The cannonball passed through the jellyfish and was about to fly out of the arena.

Zhou Xutong unfolded the asymptotic domain, the shell stopped in mid-air, quickly decomposed, and disappeared.

This was not the first time that Zhan Daohe had seen the man who blocked the cannonball. He was from a wealthy family and had heard a little about the institute. He knew that there was a dean and more than a dozen vice deans in the institute, all of whom were at the level of ancients. From common sense, it was known that ancients were stronger than medieval people, and it was not surprising that they could easily block the cannonball.

As shells flew out one after another, Zhan Daohe became more and more complacent: "The competition field restricts my performance. If I were in the wild, I would not need to aim my rocket launcher at all, but could fire continuously. I still need to aim here because I don't want to blow up the competition field. But even so, you can't avoid all my attacks."

As for the current battle situation, if Zhan Daohe did not aim, he might have hit the opponent, but he aimed, aimed at the phantom, so all his attacks missed.

There is a clearing, a kinetic energy.

Existence clears and thoughts.

There is clearance, wind resistance.

Mu Zhengguang threw out the golden hairpin and successfully hit it. The man fell down, and the square card touched the ground, and he was declared the loser.

When Zhan Daohe woke up and learned that he had been defeated, his eyes almost spit fire.

Zhou Xutong separated the two men from a long distance and exerted additional resistance on Zhan Daohe.

He arranged this match with the intention of raising Zhan Daohe's ranking a little: there were a total of 18 matches in the eighth round of the finals, 16 of which were between ancients and middle-aged men, and only two were between middle-aged men and middle-aged men. The middle-aged men who participated in these two matches were carefully selected. Zhan Daohe was an extremely dangerous middle-aged man, and it was appropriate to give him the false title of the tenth in the world. But this man couldn't even catch the false title, which was really disappointing. However, it would not be bad to give this false title to Mu Zhengguang.

(End of this chapter)