I might be a little strong

Chapter 189

The referee saw Guo Meng staggering to the ground, and Li He's innocent smile standing on the ring. He couldn't help but patted his head, and muttered, "Is there really someone practicing Iron Head Kung Fu?"

Muttering, the referee came to Li He, grabbed Li He's hand and raised it, announcing: "Win!"

After winning the first game, Li He was soon matched to the next game, but the sequence number was relatively low, and it took about three hours to be ranked, and this was also a rest time.

In the audition stage, players need to play at least three consecutive games a day.

At least three games, and at most five games. During the entire audition stage, contestants must engage in high-intensity battles every day. Only seven victories within three days can be confirmed to advance.

Moreover, there is still a need to compete for places. Only the top few who have won all the games can advance. If it is too late and there are no places, that is also impossible.

And if you accumulate three losses, you will be eliminated directly.

The method of non-single elimination avoids accidents. Players can continue to fight after encountering a strong opponent and lose. As long as they have enough physical strength, they can play five games.

Basically, those who play such high-intensity games are all powerful players.

Fighting in the arena is very tiring. Those professional boxers and fighters before the mutation had to rest for several days after each fight. It was basically impossible to fight several times in the same day.

High-intensity competitions can be said to be extremely unfriendly to mediocre players. Only when they have obvious advantages and can easily win can they win enough games to advance within three days.

Otherwise, the two are evenly matched.

After half an hour of fighting with masters (chicken pecking at each other), you are basically exhausted. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose this game, because it is basically impossible to win again that day.

Of course, you can also give up a certain game tactically to save energy.

Relying on reasonable allocation and tactical execution, plus some luck, some people with insufficient strength can also advance.

Li He saw someone doing this at the venue. In a few minutes of fighting, if it is judged that the outcome is close, someone will take the initiative to admit defeat to save energy.

However, if you accumulate three losses, you will be eliminated, and it is not an easy thing to take the initiative to admit defeat.

But if you can win, you still have to fight hard.

"Bald Strong?"

When Li He was sitting and resting, a child looked at Li He's name on the sticker and read it over while drinking a sports drink, and then laughed and said: "Hahaha, are you a child? You are still bald, hahaha ..."

Li He didn't care about his ridicule, what could a seven or eight year old brat know?
However, coming to the Martial Arts Conference at such a young age?

"Zhang Yu? How old are you?"

Seeing the bear's name, Li He asked with a smile, but Zhang Yu didn't intend to answer him seriously, but said disdainfully: "What is age? Strength is the only criterion!"

"I think you are 30 years old, right?"

"It looks strong, but it's actually just an empty air. That silly look probably can't even integrate strength, so it just has a little strength advantage and can win two by luck."

"but me."

"Although I am only seven years old, my gene liberation rate is already 14%. When I entered the Tao, I made great progress in my understanding of martial arts. Now I am already in the realm of a second-rank martial artist."

"You kind, I can hit ten of them."

Oh?
Li He didn't expect that this brat was still a young genius, so he concentrated on looking at Zhang Yu, and he could indeed see that the breath in his body was abundant and flowing smoothly.

It's really the second rank of Wufu.

Talent is good, is this personality...

Li He smiled and nodded to Zhang Yuhan to express his approval, yes, you must maintain this mentality, so that you can be beaten into autism in the follow-up games.

The Spring Festival Martial Arts Conference is open to all mankind, and there should not be too many hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Even if it is an S-level hero who comes to the audition, there may be a possibility of capsized.

this little guy...

Li He originally wanted to continue teasing him, but Zhang Yu suddenly saw something and turned around and walked over there. Li He looked at it and was quite surprised.

Xiaomao?

Recalling the boy he met in the detention center, and watching the boy's harsh sarcasm towards Xiao Mao, Li He wondered if there was something wrong between the two of them?
However, he seems to have found a sense of aura?
Tsk...interesting.

……

Mao Jiajun, who signed up for the audition and was about to play the first round, was stopped by Zhang Yu. The brat immediately sarcastically said, "How dare you come to the Martial Arts Conference?"

"Is this here to serve as a target for people to improve their records?"

"Three-game losing streak will be eliminated immediately. You can do it today. Believe in yourself, you can do it, hahaha..."

Mao Jiajun sighed. He didn't want to get entangled with Zhang Yu. It was already his game. If he was late for more than 10 minutes, he would be directly judged as a loser.

however.

Mao Jiajun wanted to take a detour to leave, but Zhang Yu refused. How dare you ignore the young master?Immediately, Zhang Yu stood in front of Mao Jiajun who wanted to make a detour, and said in a cold tone, "Did I... let you leave?"

Mao Jiajun had to look at Zhang Yu and said, "My game is about to start."

"so what?"

Zhang Yu's tone made Mao Jiajun a little silent. It's okay to look down on him, but why do you have to deny him?Why, must he be trampled underfoot?
Mao Jiajun didn't understand Zhang Yu very well. From the beginning to the end, he didn't know where he offended Zhang Yu.

But he has to prove it.

To prove that he is not a waste, to prove that the curator gave him the reservation code of the game helmet was not wrong, so he looked at Zhang Yu seriously and said, "I want to prove myself."

"Prove that you are a waste?"

"I'm not trash. The curator gave me the first chance to enter the game. In the game, Old Tang also believed with his life that I could do it, so I must be able to."

"Is there anyone else willing to help you besides the curator? That old Tang, isn't he an NPC? Haha..."

"Old Tang...not an NPC!"

Finally, flames lit up in Mao Jiajun's eyes, and he clenched his fists. He pushed Zhang Yu away and walked towards his own arena. He said in a concentrated voice, "None of them are NPCs, they are all real people."

"At least, before they know that they are NPCs, they are human beings."

"They will be happy, they will cry, they will be afraid, and they will sacrifice themselves for their dreams. Therefore, they are human beings."

Mao Jiajun walked towards the ring firmly. Zhang Yu looked at his back in astonishment. Finally, with a ferocious expression on his face, he said sarcastically, "You're crazy, you're already crazy! Playing a game, you can't even tell the difference between reality and fiction."

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(End of this chapter)