0630 Chapter Thirteen The Big Adventure of a Small Holiday (Section 19)
Among all the heavens and realms, the strong men in the land of all my beings are somewhat unique.
The most recognized Lamarck players are walking on the edge of life and death every day, and their experience is unparalleled.
Often, as long as one can persist in living for a few years or more, one can reach the level of strength that an ordinary strong person has for hundreds of years, or even be stronger at the same level.
But because Lamarck's game involves such a wide range of fields, even if you have a stable team for a long time, you may face the possibility of being broken up by the rules at any time.
So regardless of melee combat, long-range, trickery, reasoning, medical treatment, stealth, and physical and geographical knowledge of various extreme environments...
Candidates for these Lamarck games have to dabble in something.
In addition, the time limit for their growth is extremely short, and they are complex but not refined. As a result, most players are extremely capable of handling problems in complex situations, but few can really take any one to the extreme.
However, the indigenous strong men in the universe at the bottom of the universe often do not have the opportunity or need to contact so many fields.
Being able to be lucky enough to become a disciple or be accepted into some influential force with inheritance and be trained is already a great blessing.
Whether it is a mage or a warrior, a mechanic or a monk. Those who can become strong are all geniuses who stand out from the huge base, take their own path to the extreme, and even innovate and go further.
But to stand out from the many weaklings and gain opportunities, you can only rely on your own fighting and conspiracy strategies.
Before becoming true gods, most of their energy needs to be spent on exploration, hard work due to lack of resources, and intrigues.
The path to becoming a god for these powerful men is undoubtedly more bumpy, more twists and turns, and they have richer experience and means than the candidates for Lamarck's game.
But in contrast, except for a few extremely talented people who were fortunate enough to be accepted by the Blood Candle Castle, all of these people had the opportunity to become powerful after a considerable age.
Experience and experience are certainly valuable assets, but spirituality and creativity inevitably pass away with time.
As one of the few ideal countries in the world, the girls who grow up here do not need to face any danger.
As long as they are willing to be ordinary, or are interested in other more peaceful fields, they can easily achieve the happiness that many powerful people in the world have to fight for their entire lives.
In an environment where there is absolutely no possibility of being forced, and in an environment where there is no oppression of livelihood, anyone who would choose to participate in a life-and-death struggle and be happy with it is more or less crazy.
The women in the arena are fearless. They are young enough, some are not even a hundred years old. They have strong motivation and abundant emotions, and they have almost inexhaustible resources.
All of these have created a group of few strong women who can not only study a path to the extreme, but also be unstoppable in actual combat and are not afraid of death.
What made Zhen Cheng think so much was the black woman's struggle before she died.
After being pierced through the chest by an alloy claw, she fought hard to lose both hands and a leg, completely destroying the deformation function and part of the signal transmission of the Vajra Fox's left arm.
Until she completely lost her ability to resist and lay mutilated on the pine needles, there was no vicious hatred or unwilling anger in her eyes, only the overwhelming fighting spirit to never give up.
Qu Yun...is this your ideal world and the people you admire?
"How's it going? Isn't my acting skill good?"
The intact front paw of the Vajra Fox deformed and turned into a human arm with a small piece missing, resting on Zhen Cheng's shoulder. That was the damage caused by a previous sniper attack with a laser weapon.
Zhen Cheng looked at her broken arm with a strange expression, her meaning was beyond words:
I believe you! I agreed to pick the type you are good at dealing with, but in the end you were beaten like this with the help of me, how can you still have the nerve to show off?
Zhen Cheng was unable to open the space where the ring was stored. The scroll was found from a dead contestant.
Judging from the powerful machine that the unlucky man piloted in the battle, the magic items he carried were probably just to have more means to deal with various situations.
In fact, magic scrolls were originally designed for use by people other than magicians. The efficiency, speed, and power of real magicians when casting spells are much stronger than solidified scrolls.
In Zhen Cheng's memory, the last time he saw someone using such a thing was in his hometown.
Out of fear of the strength of the native inhabitants of the universe system, the masked apostles under the Supreme Holy Judgment Group like to use various scrolls to fight.
Seeing that his "handsome" performance did not attract the favor of the goddess, King Kong Fox curled his lips in boredom and prepared to kill his opponent completely.
At this moment, a familiar portal suddenly appeared around the two of them.
The girl in uniform, who had a pair of exaggeratedly large ears like a fennec fox and dragged two fluffy tails, walked out again, looked at the situation in front of her, and said:
"The work over there is over, I'm here to help you."
Zhen Cheng also had a good impression of this child and was not surprised that she would really come back to her as promised. He nodded and responded:
"If I kill this person, does it satisfy the standard of voluntary abstention? Then if I can help locate my sister's situation, we can get over it now.
Thank you very much. I will definitely repay you well when I leave here."
The fennec fox girl hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Although I have no right to deprive you of your trophies, I still want to ask.
If possible, could you not kill her?"
Zhen Cheng raised his eyebrows in confusion.
The two-tailed girl explained: "She has completely lost the ability to resist now and can be judged to be out. Whether she dies now or not has no effect on the rules of the competition.
Don't worry, if you reach this level, I have the right to judge that you have completed the minimum standard and can give up. And this is already the fourth to last contestant besides the two of you.
The jury gave high marks to your performance in inducing her to kill contestant No. 089 [Rose Fort] just now."
Zhen Cheng shook his head and said: "I don't mind killing less people. Rather, if it weren't for your nonsense rules, I would have no reason to kill her.
But you have to break the rules to save this person... Do you know her?"
The fennec fox girl shook her head, then lowered her head shyly, murmuring: "I just...can't bear to see people suffering and dying in front of me. Even if the rules do not encourage us to interfere, if it is not necessary..."
Zhen Cheng looked at the Vajra Fox questioningly, and the Vajra Fox waved its incomplete claws and said: "According to the agreement, this is your trophy, there is no need to ask me what I want.
There are indeed some guys in the arena who come here specifically to enjoy killing people, but I am not one of them."