Cheng Peng lay imageless on the ground, like a dried fish, staring blankly at the sky.
"Why? Why? There must be more than 100,000 people here! Why did one or two of them find me? Why is it such a coincidence!"
Yes, no matter who has experienced the things he just encountered, he will ask such questions.
After waking up Wang Hu and killing Yu Fei and Zhang Channian, Cheng Peng did not get the rest he expected. Instead, he was involved in various battles again and again.
He fought with players from various factions and defeated one team after another; he fought with masters from various worlds and defeated newly promoted three-stars one after another - he was even involved in Sidis and
Rigel's duel coincidentally blocked an attack for Sidis, so the fireflies of the good camp, who were slightly at a disadvantage, seized the opportunity to defeat their fellow evil campers with one blow, and began to move towards the "yokai" with a dazzling light.
"The process of evolution.
But Cheng Peng himself didn't benefit at all.
Not only was there no benefit, he also destroyed three ice spears and lost six javelins. Even the durability of the trident "Razor's Fork" and the bright silver armor "Pixiu Mingguang Armor" has dropped to less than half. Who knows?
How much does it cost to repair?
"What a shame!"
Raising his slightly trembling right hand and looking at the sun through his fingers, he discovered for the first time that his arm was not always so strong and reliable, and there were times when it was exhausted.
"Sure enough... no one is the brave Iron King Kong! Even Jackie Chan has to use a substitute..."
In the battle that just ended a few minutes ago, he used all his scheming and methods, and finally relied on the method of spraying blood and blinding the eyes, and used a move that was completely harmful to both sides, and finally defeated a huge man with thick muscles and sharp and angular muscles.
A macho man who looked like the legendary Hercules was beaten into a white light that soared into the sky.
If this hero, who calls himself Long Biao, had not had a big fight with a group of swordsmen who practiced slashing against the wind, and had more than a dozen colors on his body, the loser would definitely have been Cheng, who was completely exhausted.
Peng.
"Crazy! Crazy!"
The situation on the field is now extremely chaotic. All players, regardless of camp, good or evil, are just waving their weapons or fists to attack any enemy that looks like a threat.
The situation is completely out of control, and the fighting is irrational. One minute you may have been fighting with a strong man wielding a big hammer, and the next minute a ninja girl holding a short sword has appeared behind you.
Within a minute, you are likely to see a group of players from the orc tribe showing their true colors, using the most primitive and terrifying attack methods, either hitting or biting you, and attacking you!
In this case, the masters could not protect themselves, so they had to fight desperately to repel the enemies around them one by one.
However, is there a strong person among players who can defeat 100,000 by one person?
of course not!
Since there is no way to defeat 100,000 people at once, the extraordinary combat power only makes the surrounding players more vigilant, more concerned, and more active in attacking the masters.
So soon, those two-star players who came to look for opportunities, those who successfully broke through the bottleneck and promoted to three-star players, one by two, roared, screamed, whined, sighed, and were stabbed or beaten with random swords or sticks.
He was beaten to death with a gun or randomly punched, and then hung back.
For example, when Cheng Peng fought against Liu Xuan, who was ranked seventh among the top ten masters, a group of players carrying individual rocket launchers rushed out from nowhere, shouting "The RPG God Cult is fully loaded!" and "Houmu."
Pull the leader for eternity!" slogans, a burst of wild and inaccurate bombardment.
Poor Liu Xuan happened to be standing between Cheng Peng and the followers of the RPG cult, and was immediately blown into a white light.
In order to kill these madmen, Cheng Peng had to convert a small amount of health points into physical strength points.
...In fact, he currently has less than one-tenth of his health left, and is completely on the verge of death.
"Now I'm afraid there's no need for three-star masters or RPG god cults. Just a two-star player can crush me to death..."
Cheng Peng smiled mockingly to himself while circulating his inner breath and stimulating the flow of true energy, hoping to regain his physical strength as soon as possible.
As a player, there is nothing terrible about being hung up for once, but he doesn't want to be stuck in a chaotic battle like this.
On the forum, there are already people reporting on the chaotic battle situation here, and there is also a group of monster players who are not afraid of death - one or two either have wings or dog ears, and they are all subordinates of the Crow Tengu Shemei Marubun he knows.
, in other words, they are professional journalists - no, these guys with no integrity at all cannot be regarded as reporters, but should be regarded as paparazzi!
How can there be any reporter in the world who will interview others just because they still have the strength, or just pick up a stick and hit them on the head if they don’t have the strength?
"A bunch of animals! Pure animals!"
Cheng Peng looked back in surprise and saw Li Wei lying on the ground, raising his right hand and raising his middle finger and shouting angrily at the sky. His face was bruised and purple, and he was almost beaten into a pig's head.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Li Wei grinned, showing a smile that was uglier than crying. He seemed to want to stand up, but he couldn't get up after trying several times. In the end, he simply rolled and rolled, rolling seven or eight times, before he rolled in front of Cheng Peng.
.
"I was blocked by that bastard Xing Kong."
Li Wei said feebly: "That bastard is a guy who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger. He is very skilled in cooking copper. I am no match at all, so he beat me up - the most egregious thing is that he doesn't hit other places.
All fists, feet, and weapons were pointed at my face..."
"Then why didn't you hang up?"
"Hehe..." Li Wei laughed proudly, but couldn't help but cough. He coughed violently for a long time, and he finally regained his composure when Cheng Peng wondered if he would die.
"The animal was targeted by a big wrestling king who looked like the Russian Zangief in Street Fighter. His imitation dragon mace could destroy other people's weapons, but the big wrestling guy didn't use weapons at all - so he fell
It’s off the street!” Levi laughed loudly, “Evil will be punished!”
"What's that big guy's name?"
"It seemed like he was called Dragon... He shouted, 'Not enough! Not enough! I want to fight more strong men!' and ran away. I didn't have time to see his name."
Cheng Peng nodded, but then asked: "After that battle, did you participate in other battles?"
"Huh? How did you know?"
"I just met Long Biao and killed him."
"……Depend on!"
Only then did Levi talk about his experience after the battle with Xing Kong - it was really sad and made people cry: he was chopped with an ax by a barbarian player; he was suppressed and chewed by several zombie players; he was dressed in a Nazi uniform.
The players were randomly bombarded with guns; they were hit with rifle butts by the Red Army players who shouted "The political commissar is the highest! The light of multiple turrets shines on the world!"; they were punched and kicked by the seven-person adventure team; they were beaten by the blood elves from Azeroth.
The girls were bombarded with magic; they were burned half-cooked by the fake Kusanagi-ryu masters who were born as kings of fighters with portable flamethrowers... Cheng Peng was dumbfounded by all the tragic experiences.
The most recent battle - or one-sided "being fought" - took place between Levi and a group of players driving a hand-made, super simple, small and portable robot.
"Then how can we fight?" Cheng Peng was surprised, "You don't look like you would use your mantis as a chariot to provoke a group of mecha lunatics."
Li Wei sighed and turned over slowly, letting Cheng Peng see the huge mechanical footprints behind him.
"I was lying on the ground panting at that time - just like now, those animals didn't even look at their feet and just trampled over me!"
Levi is indignant, Levi is indignant, Levi is indignant.
... This guy is really a Xiaoqiang, he can't be beaten to death... Looking at Li Wei who was beaten over and over like this and still managed to get angry with the scolding, Cheng Peng couldn't help but admire him secretly.
Li Wei is indeed not comparable to a mortal like him, Cheng Peng!
The next few minutes were relatively peaceful. Although Xiao Qiang was beside him and was complaining endlessly, Cheng Peng still took advantage of this rare peaceful time.
So when Li Wei cordially greeted a cruel lady from the moon world, described in detail the scene of her intimate contact, and changed his position for the sixth or seventh time, Cheng Peng, who had finally recovered a little strength, turned over and sat up.
.
"Are you leaving?"
"Well, this place is too unsafe. I'll go to a safe place to rest!"
"Actually, I think it's good to lie here. It has a wide view and is safe..." Before Li Wei could finish his words, a golden figure fell from the sky and hit him on the head.
So Li Xiaoqiang, who had been holding firm until now, was finally unable to hold on any longer, and his legs turned into white light with a kick.
Cheng Peng looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, and then he discovered that he actually recognized this shining, unidentified falling object.
Frank Chu.
The president of the famous European trade union "Illuminati" claims to have the direct bloodline of Emperor Jianwen and is the orthodox heir to the Ming Dynasty. He is trying to conquer the entire East...a brainless person.
Cheng Peng didn't want to be associated with being mentally retarded, so he squatted down, clenched his right hand into a fist, and prepared to use a beautiful uppercut to bring this guy who had been knocked to pieces back to the starting point.
But at this moment, Frank spoke.
"Hermit Cheng! Great! I knew you would come to help me!"
Cheng Peng was stunned for a moment by these nonsense words, and the heavy punch that would have killed him in one hit also stopped in the air.
"This is for you!" Frank took out a blue and white scabbard and handed it to Cheng Peng, "This is a mission prop. It will explode when you die, so only a master like you can keep it. It must not be
That righteous idiot took it away!"
"My dear friend! Please! This is the request of my life!"
After saying that, he closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and breathed out cleanly, turning into a faint white light.
Cheng Peng looked at the scabbard in his hand and felt waves of warm breath flowing from it into his body, moistening his almost exhausted body like a stream of rain.
At the same time, he heard the system prompt.
[You have obtained the mission prop: King Arthur's scabbard. This treasure called "Utopia" can continuously restore your physical strength. ]
"Did my character suddenly explode?"
Before Cheng Peng could understand, he suddenly heard a roar.
"Death! Thief!"
Looking back, the holy green knight, who was covered in wounds but so powerful, had already taken a charging stance.
