Chapter 59 Continue the finals (Part 2)
Sitting in the luxuriously furnished but wooden room, Li Ling held a glass of wine and looked at the projection screen intently.
That was the scene of the battle between Xinxin in previous powers.
Except for the last time I participated in the Empire competition, the video of the poorly performed competition was deleted (there were too many videos of more than one million swordsmen in the Empire at that time, and the system would delete those that were not needed to make room), and the rest were collected.
Even the video of Fang Xin taking a bath was a flawless body, the body's muscles and nerve functions were at their best, and there was room for development.
"What's your judgment?"
"He is already at the beginning of the fourth level, and his potential still has a strong room for development. It is expected that he can reach the peak of the fourth level sword technique before the age of 20."
"What do you think of as a plane warrior?" he asked.
"In terms of swordsmanship, I think it has exceeded the qualified standards. One method is sophisticated and all methods are mastered. Other martial arts practices can achieve the third level in a very short time as long as they are professionally trained. In terms of grades, IQ and memory are also very suitable for ideals. The only thing that is missing now is the systematic plane warrior course training!" The expert answered meticulously.
Li Ling waved his hand to signal the expert to withdraw, but then stood up: "A very good young man, but unfortunately he has returned to the Xiao family, but it doesn't matter, he will always meet him in the future."
At this time, the game time has come.
In a virtual scene, heavy rain poured down in the sky.
Fang Xin was wet and stood alone in an attic, looking into the dark distance.
The virtual scene selected randomly turned out to be this thunderstorm night, which is a very rare scene.
This is a small town similar to the second half of the 20th century on Earth. The battle range is within. As a winning streak, what you naturally have to face are ten matchmakers who are with him, who swear to break Fang Xin's arrogance - a mere backward, who actually automatically demands a melee, which is equivalent to a challenge to all. All matchmakers understand and are angry.
The lightning fell, illuminating Fang Xin's face in an instant. This atmosphere reminded Fang Xin of the battle in the dark fog and rain that day.
Although it was a virtual world, Fang Xin showed a sneer and rushed into the darkness without hesitation. He had the right to enter this environment for ten minutes first.
Fang Xinjing waited for a while in a room. Sure enough, three figures had already appeared in front of him, and behind him, there were three people, three people in a group, divided into three groups, one person was the center to support him, forming an online search.
It is really possible to form an array, but I am afraid it will not be formed in a short time, Fang Xin sneered.
When the three of them searched in front of the house, suddenly a shelf collapsed. The three of them were very keen people and immediately retreated backwards, while the other two groups rushed towards the place.
But at this moment, the sword "puffed", and a man immediately rolled and fell, his throat clattering, and it seemed that his throat was cut off by a sword.
Fang Xin rushed out and retaliated without retreating. The opportunity flew in a flash. He jumped forward and spit out the long sword, then rolled quickly, and two sword lights pierced the place where he was just now.
A person across the street shouted in pain, and a deep hole appeared in his abdomen with blood rippling out.
After Fang Xin rolled, he turned his back with a sword. With a "stop", he opened the sword. His body moved forward and rushed forward, but the clothes behind him broke open and a blood mark appeared.
The ten-player group has killed two people!
Hearing the sound of chasing behind him stopped, Fang Xin also slowed down. The other party understood very well that the hasty pursuit would only bring more casualties, and the organization would be more tight next time, or it would be more terrifying - the contestant would delay him at all costs and put him in a siege. After all, this is a game rather than a real killing. Even if it is a real killing, for something, an ideal, or a person, such a situation is not uncommon.
But Fang Xin was no longer afraid. He had already devoted himself to the darkness.
In the hazy, he had a strange feeling. The scene in front of him was so familiar that he seemed to have passed by, and he was really fighting here.
After that, the eight people watched Fang Xin's unhurried movements at the end of the darkness, and their hearts became angry. After a brief meeting, they decided to kill the leader, shield, and kill.
"Listen to everyone. Once we find out, we will intercept each other, and at any cost, we will divide the points we get equally. No matter who kills him, it will be the same. If ten of us can still win successfully, then what else can we talk about the honor of swordsman? Let's go back directly." A man whispered.
Everyone nodded. Although everyone was just a second-level swordsman, it took ten years to practice hard. If Fang Xin defeated ten of them alone, it would be an unparalleled heavy blow.
"Also, set fire to me. Anyway, this town is just a scene. What are you afraid of? It's just burning. I don't believe he won't come out." Someone immediately came up with an idea, and the idea immediately gained support.
I entered the house carefully and found gasoline that I no longer used in reality. This virtual scene was very powerful. I fell on the house and then lit the fire. Suddenly, a raging flame rose, and the surroundings were brighter, but the darkness became even darker.
The group continued to move forward with torches, and several people watched the surroundings. One of them carefully picked up the torches to light up the nearby houses.
But at this moment, with a "boom", the flames spewed out, and the two closest ones were on fire, but their pain was short-lived, and then a sword pierced their throats.
When fire is used to fire, don’t they set fire? Fang Xin also sprinkled gasoline in the house first.
"Roar up!" The six people who had prepared were not concerned about the casualties, and they immediately besieged according to the original plan.
Fang Xin did not retreat anymore. He decided to fight here. The long sword was pulled out suddenly. The sword light that was too fast turned into a blue light. It was only between the lightning and fire. The people on the opposite side could not avoid it. They didn't even have time to fight back. A head flew out and blood splattered.
Almost at the same time, the two of them surrounded the sword. Fang Xin's sword light turned again, and almost splashed three buns of blood. One player was hit by a sword on his shoulder. The sword suddenly took off and fell to the ground with a click. Another man was hit by a sword in his chest. He seemed very surprised. He looked at the wound and fell down. Fang Xin was also hit by a sword. The blood oozed out of his chest. Although it was not deep, it still made his shirt red.
There is no doubt that Fang Xin's injury greatly encouraged the rest of the people's fighting will. The three intact swordsmen all had a calm face and stepped up. Even the person with injured shoulders also walked forward with a sword in his left hand. Although he was not used to using his hands, it would be good to increase a little strength at this time.
However, Fang Xin rushed forward again, and his speed surprised the other party, but the three of them attacked him almost at the same time, and one of them slashed at Fang Xin's left neck with his sword.
Fang Xin retreated and kept fighting, and everyone's swords collapsed.
At this moment, Fang Xin suddenly stepped on something, rolled forward in his body, and the sword tip slashed through the air with a low sound.
Blood splattered, a man's head flew out, and the two turned around and made violent moves. Because Fang Xin's rolling, it took some time to balance. It was at this point that the two sharp swords had seized the opportunity to launch a fatal attack.
"Puff!" Almost at the same time, Fang Xin rolled again, avoiding the vital points, throwing the sword directly out, piercing into the body of the player at close range, and the tip of the sword came out from behind him, bringing out a stream of blood.
Now the ten people are dead, one is injured and one is still alive. Although Fang Xin is in a mess, he still turns over and looks at the two of them coldly despite not having a long sword in his hand.
"You have lost, my speed is faster than you, and you can't stop me from obtaining the long sword on the ground." Fang Xin said, not surprisingly seeing the twisted expressions of the two.
"Damn kid, don't be too arrogant!" The two rushed up, especially the injured man, who was bleeding, and was the first to pounce on him.
Fang Xin ran out, his speed was indeed faster than the two of them. He passed through the corpse, lowered his body, and then picked up another sword. The sword was in his hand, and there were only two of them on the other side. He no longer used any tricks and rushed forward.
"Puff, puff!" After the battle, the two fell down, and Fang Xin also had an extra wound.
Three seconds later, the system sounded: "Congratulations to Qingyu Gourd, you are the third player to win the novice final, with 3129 points, ranking second in total!"
"Dear viewers, you have seen a wonderful game. Our genius young swordsman Fang Xin finally won 200 consecutive games and became one of the four players who kept winning streaks. Let's cheer for him. Another genius appeared in the Empire!" Outside the court, the host was already talking sensationally.
Suddenly, cheers broke out on the Internet, and everyone who watched Fang Xin felt very satisfied. This was a rare and exciting performance.
The congratulatory letters from relatives and friends also shone with glory and appeared in Fang Xin's space.
Chapter completed!