Chapter 200 Conversion Ratio, The Victory Has Been Decided
Everyone was shocked.
Only then did they realize that compared to Lu Yanhang, the necromancer on the other side of the ring who could knock away heavily armored warriors with one punch was the real tough guy!
"You fucking..."
Before Lu Yanhang could recover from being knocked away, a terrifying sword light continued to enlarge in his pupils.
Many of the onlookers turned their heads unbearably. With this slash, Lu Yanhang's Tianling Cap would probably be cut off.
Unexpectedly, the bloody scene did not appear, and Lu Yanhang grew a hand again.
Four arms firmly grasped the Golden Dragon Yanyue Sword, successfully blocking the fatal blow.
Qiao Yu wanted to withdraw the knife, but he found that he couldn't.
"Hey, what kind of sword does the mage use?"
Lu Yanhang swung his four arms hard, and Qiao Yu's Golden Dragon Yanyue Sword was thrown away.
Then he restrained Qiao Yu's arms with both hands, and simultaneously used the other two hands to hit Qiao Yu with an uppercut, directly knocking Qiao Yu away.
Ding!
The effect of the silver lion helmet was triggered, and a silver lion with flying mane roared, and the damage from Lu Yanhang's two punches was directly immune.
Qiao Yu landed slowly, the expression on his face became much more solemn.
Lu Yanhang is much stronger than he imagined!
Lu Yanhang slowly made fists with his four arms and walked towards Qiao Yu.
"Hey, your strength attribute should be particularly high!"
Lu Yanhang seemed to be asking Qiao Yu, or talking to himself.
"I can feel it from those two punches just now. Your attack power is at least 500 points!"
Lu Yanhang's words caused everyone in the audience to exclaim.
A necromancer with an average attack power of 500 points? What kind of weird necromancer is this, Gandalf?
"Unfortunately, just having attribute points is useless."
Lu Yanhang continued to talk.
"It's the same 500 points of power. Some people can integrate these 500 points of power, and some people can't even exert half of the effect. This is the conversion ratio!"
"As of now, you have such high attack power, but the conversion ratio is frighteningly low!" Lu Yanhang sneered.
Qiao Yu frowned slightly, this was also a point that he had always wondered about.
Obviously the sum of all his attribute points is close to the one thousand point mark. Logically speaking, his strength should be considered the pinnacle among mid-level players.
But he can't push horizontally among mid-level players.
Could it be that, as Lu Yanhang said, this is caused by his own conversion ratio being too low?
Many people in the audience who have never gone to college are confused after hearing this. What is the conversion ratio?
Lu Yanhang smiled contemptuously when he saw this.
"This is something that is only taught in sophomore year. To put it simply, the conversion ratio is the ratio of attribute points converted into combat power. For two players with exactly the same attribute points, whoever has a higher conversion ratio will be stronger!"
He raised a finger and pointed at Qiao Yu.
"This person probably doesn't even have a one-to-one conversion ratio. How can he be worthy of entering Kyoto University?"
"I won't worry about this for you, but I still appreciate you answering a question I had."
Qiao Yu grinned.
"In return, I'll give myself a punch first."
boom!
Qiao Yu punched her chest with such force that the entire chest muscles started to bleed.
Both Lu Yanhang and everyone watching were stunned. Does this kid still have a tendency to commit suicide?
"The Mechanical Queen's Wrath has been triggered, and the player has entered a state of rage."
His attribute points began to rise rapidly, and a terrifying force surged out of Qiao Yu's limbs.
While feeling the pleasant feeling of being enveloped in power, he slowly came to Lu Yanhang.
"It doesn't matter if the conversion ratio is low, as long as the attribute points are high enough, it's the same."
Lu Yanhang's veins popped up on his forehead, as if he wanted to refute something.
But Qiao Yu didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He raised the Corpse Ancestor Ring and appeared directly in front of Lu Yanhang the next second.
He raised his right fist and struck it, but Lu Yanhang quickly raised his four hands to block it.
Unexpectedly, the four arms that had just been invincible finally began to fail when facing Qiao Yu who was in a furious state.
With one against four, Qiao Yu directly knocked Lu Yanhang away with one punch. Before Lu Yanhang, who was flying in the air, had time to land, Qiao Yu had already appeared beside him.
Immediately afterwards, Qiao Yu poured out heavy punches like raindrops, directly treating Lu Yanhang as a human sandbag. Lu Yanhang could only use his four arms to protect his vitals and resist as much as possible.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of the punch hitting the flesh made everyone present feel a little frightened.
If it were them, they would probably be beaten into beef balls by Qiao Yu.
If you defend for too long, you will lose. Lu Yanhang was still caught by Qiao Yu. Qiao Yu, who was aroused by the beating, hit Lu Yanhang in the abdomen with a heavy liver-breaking punch.
"vomit!"
Lu Yanhang opened his mouth wide and retched, and then he flew up high, fell heavily, and fell to the ground unconscious.
It is simply unbelievable that a dignified mid-level heavy warrior was beaten unilaterally by a junior necromancer in hand-to-hand combat.
"Brother Qiao Yu is so handsome!"
Just when Fang Yuan was about to shout cheers to Qiao Yu, Deng Yanggang's voice sounded before her.
Fangyuan was so angry that she clenched her silver teeth, and then she covered her mouth in surprise.
Qiao Yu turned around and was about to walk off the ring, but there was a slight cough behind him.
"Cough, cough, cough, it's not over yet!"
Lu Yanhang covered his severely hit abdomen and stood up again.
"After all, I am also someone who is preparing to represent Soryu Normal University in the World Combat Competition in colleges around the world. How could I lose to you like this!"
"Originally, I planned to save this move for use at the competition, but I didn't expect to use it on you first. Three heads and six arms!"
Lu Yanhang shouted loudly, and two strong and powerful arms grew on his side again!
Although he was not very tall, after he grew six arms, he looked like a giant spider standing upright.
"Hey, take a good look at the true strength of my uncle Lu!"
Lu Yanhang rushed towards Qiao Yu, hitting Qiao Yu with ferocious fists like a rainstorm one after another.
Qiao Yu held his head with both hands to resist. His health points of more than 5,000 points and his defense of 500 points gave him enough confidence.
With the huge advantage of six hands, he suppressed Qiao Yu with an overwhelming number of attacks.
Qiao Yu could throw two punches, and he could throw six punches. Qiao Yu couldn't find a chance to fight back for a while.
"What's wrong? Weren't you very arrogant just now? Ah? You continue to be arrogant!"
Lu Yanhang was attacking and talking trash, trying to stimulate Qiao Yu to reveal his flaws.
However, Qiao Yu remained silent and allowed the attack to fall on him. His health began to decrease little by little, and soon dropped to less than one-fifth.
The outcome is decided.
This was everyone's most intuitive feeling. At this moment, they could no longer think of any chance for Qiao Yu to make a comeback.
Even Shi Wennian and the others couldn't help but feel anxious. Qiao Yu was really going to lose!
"Qiao Yu, come on!" Fangyuan couldn't help shouting.
But Qiao Yu remained unmoved and continued to hold his head in his hands and kept getting beaten.
"Come on? Is it useful to come on?" Hearing Fangyuan's cheering sound, Lu Yanhang became even more angry. "The winner has been decided, go to hell!"
He swung his fist with all his strength and smashed it down on Qiao Yu's face.
Snapped!
Lu Yanhang suddenly felt that his fist was clamped by a strong hand.
Qiao Yu slowly raised his head. His black hair stood on end and turned scarlet red. Even the pupils of his eyes turned crimson red. This was a sign that the state of rage was full!
Those bloodthirsty and violent eyes made Lu Yanhang's heart palpitate, and Qiao Yu spoke slowly.