"Hey, Brother Jue, how are you doing over there?" After Xiaotan was killed, he returned to the landing space and established voice communication with Feng Bujue.
"Deleting emails..." Feng Bujue replied weakly. It was obvious that his hands were not idle when he said this.
"Haha... I haven't finished deleting it yet." Xiao Tan laughed.
At midnight, he and Feng Bujue also communicated once. At that time, the list of specially invited players had just been announced on the official website, and Brother Jue's mailbox had just exploded...
"It's about as good as I expected..." Feng Bujue said, "This time I have become famous. In the past three days to a week, I have been mentally prepared to handle thousands of emails every day..." He
After a pause, "After a while, when the heat of this matter subsides, it may get better. But... I'm afraid I will never be able to return to the ideal state of obscurity. I once heard Master Jian (Kuaizong Jianying) say
However, it is common for well-known players like him to receive dozens of emails from strangers after going online. My situation will probably become like this in the future..."
"I think there are countless people who can't wait for this kind of treatment from you..." Xiao Tan complained.
"Hmph...actually there are advantages. If I don't have to play the preliminaries...it will be much easier for me." Feng Bujue continued, "By the way, how was your first match in the preliminaries?"
"Hey... I lost." Xiao Tan sighed.
"Oh." Feng Bujue looked very calm.
"Hey! The reaction is too cold!" Xiao Tan replied, "It seems that it is normal for me to lose!"
"Losing one game is not a big deal, right?" Feng Bujue said, "[War of Insects] will last fifty games. As long as we don't lose four games in a row and are eliminated early, it won't be a big problem..."
"It's easy to put it... There are millions of players in this game, but only 3,000 people can enter the Cocoon War, and players who win fifteen games in a row at any stage of the Insect War will be directly promoted." Xiaotan said while doing mental calculations.
, "The theoretical best record for a player who has played all fifty games is forty-seven wins and three losses... If you cannot achieve fifteen consecutive wins, then you have to work hard towards this record if you want to advance."
"Don't worry." Feng Bujue said, "Forty wins should guarantee promotion."
"Ah?" Xiao Tan was stunned for a moment. Based on his friendship with Brother Jue, he could tell many things from the tone of the other person's words. So when he heard this sentence, he knew that Feng Bujue was using a comparison.
Said with a determined attitude.
"How do you know?" Xiaotan asked, "Even the people inside the game company can't explain this kind of thing clearly, right?"
"Speculation." Feng Bujue said.
"Your two words...are they considered a complete answer, or some kind of summary..." Xiao Tan said with the corner of his mouth twitching.
Feng Bujue also knew what Xiaotan meant, so he started to explain directly: "Starting from the day of the open beta... In less than twenty-four days, who can reach level 30 or above?"
Limited. You said 'this game has millions of players', which is actually nonsense...those who do not meet the registration requirements can be ignored...
Your competitors are, in addition to the ten seed players, players who have exceeded level 30 and have registered. There are far less than a million people who meet these conditions. It would be good to barely break through 100,000 people... This
Among them, some are anxious to use double experience cards, or find someone to guide them (one of the regular businesses of game studios, four to five professional players will lead one to two bosses to write scripts to ensure that they pass the level) in order to participate in the competition.
Players. These guys are all boys who give away points, and they only have a dozen of each other. If they meet those players who have practiced hard, they will definitely lose. It is only a matter of time before they lose four games in a row and are eliminated.
.
As for the situation of winning fifteen consecutive games to advance, although it does exist in theory, to be honest, it is very difficult. Under the absolutely random queuing principle, anything can happen. In fifteen consecutive singles, as long as there is one encounter
If you are a strong player who is equal to your own strength, or a player who restrains your specialization, your winning streak will be interrupted.
From a probability perspective...the higher a player ranks on the combat power rankings, the higher the chance of completing this move. Players ranked after one hundred have little hope of achieving fifteen consecutive victories.
.So... after all calculations, out of the 3,000 quotas, only 100 of them will be taken up by those who have won consecutive promotions.
Most people need to play 50 games before looking at the winning rate."
He paused for a moment before continuing: "Now let's look at the theoretical best record you mentioned - forty-seven wins and three losses. That's basically a very high standard with the same level of difficulty as fifteen consecutive wins, right?
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"Hmm..." Xiao Tan responded thoughtfully.
"The competition system this time is not bad. The setting of winning streak to advance and losing streak to eliminate will reduce the probability of you encountering overly strong and weak players." Feng Bujue continued, "Personal factors aside... Normally speaking
, if you play fifty games, the total number of great opponents and five scum you will encounter may not exceed five.
In the remaining forty-five games, you will face opponents who are in the same strength range as yourself.
As long as your PK level is slightly higher than the average, your winning rate cannot be lower than 50%, which is equivalent to winning 23 games. Whether you can advance... depends on the remaining 22 games.
Here, how much can you win? And...in those character games, do you encounter more great opponents or more bad guys?"
"Ah... in short..." Xiao Tan continued, "The qualifying situation is much more optimistic than I imagined."
"That's right." Feng Bujue continued, "In my opinion... the minimum baseline for qualifying may be thirty-five... or even lower. As long as you don't lose fifteen games in total, there is a possibility of qualifying."
"Okay..." Xiao Tan felt a lot more relieved after hearing Brother Jue's analysis, "By the way, speaking of the character game... do you know who the opponent I met in the first game is?"
"Listening to your tone, are you defeated by a powerful enemy?" Feng Bujue said.
"It's Qisha! The Qisha from Brother Long and his club!" Xiao Tan emphasized.
"Oh..." Feng Bujue muttered, "That's indeed a divine opponent."
"When I think about the fact that you have defeated that kind of guy, I'm not surprised that you are on the list of specially invited players..." Xiaotan said.
During the battle for the cloak, Feng Bujue boasted several times in front of Xiao Tan, consciously or unconsciously, so the latter knew a lot about it.
"As you are now... you should be able to get along with him, right?" Feng Bujue asked.
"I can, but I just can't beat him." Xiao sighed, "I feel like there is still a big gap between me and the top masters like you..."
"Ha... If it had been ten years ago, you could have beaten me out..." Feng Bujue complained.
"Ah? What?" Xiao Tan asked inexplicably.
"It's okay... I just said something casually." Feng Bujue was distracted by deleting emails. He was distracted for a moment and let something slip. He immediately covered it up, "I seemed to have said some lines from a movie casually... Don't worry...
"
"Oh..." Xiao Tan didn't think much and replied: "Well... then you can go ahead and delete the email. I'll try playing a few more games."
"Go ahead, go ahead." Feng Bujue said, "Hang up."
The communication between the two was interrupted, and Brother Jue took a long breath, "Huh... it's really dangerous..." he said to himself, "I just wanted to encourage him... I didn't mean what I said..." He stopped
He stopped what he was doing and took a deep breath. Some memory fragments flashed before his eyes, filled with blood and wailing, "At that time... that kid was definitely crazy..."
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The words are divided into two parts. At this moment, a 1v1 killing game is unfolding between two specially invited players. They are [Uncle Useless] and [Corpse Knife is King].
The good-for-nothing uncle's style is completely slovenly... he has messy short hair, a sad beard, a pair of sunglasses, a set of brown pajamas and pajamas, and flip-flops on his feet.
The Corpse Knife King is wearing a green and black club uniform with a badge printed on the left chest. The pattern is a finely carved skull scimitar with the word "Corpse Knife" written in black. They work
The players in the room basically have no characteristics. They all have the same haircut and wear uniform clothes. The rule of naming is to add the suffix "strike" or "王" after their nickname.
Above the maple leaf forest, the bright moon is in the sky.
The trees are clear at night, and the murderous intention is like a shuttle.
At this time, the two had fought for several rounds, and one of them was already showing signs of decline.
"Are you kidding..." Corpse Sword King backed away and picked up a halberd on the ground. It was the weapon that was knocked out of his hand dozens of seconds ago...
"This should be my line..." Uncle Good-for-nothing was still holding a cigarette in his mouth when he spoke, "You are the number one master of corpse knives, and you are also a man in the top 20 in combat effectiveness.
It’s so outrageous to be like this.”
"You..." Corpse Sword King's face showed no expression, but he was frightened and angry in his heart. He thought to himself: "Originally, I just randomly arranged a killing game for practice... but I met a monster...
Is this guy only ranked fifth? Impossible...I have fought against Zuiwo Xuanran, and this good-for-nothing uncle is much better than Zuiwo Xuanran..."
"I've heard some rumors about your studio, phew..." Uncle Good-for-nothing puffed out his smoke and continued, "You are using 'medicine', right?"
"I don't know what you are talking about..." Corpse Sword King wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, took advantage of the gap between the other party and himself to adjust his breathing, and looked for opportunities.
The good-for-nothing Uncle just stood there smoking a cigarette in a very casual posture, and continued, "The Corpse Sword has always been ranked fifth in the club's combat effectiveness list, and among the top twenty in the level list,
You also have the most quota. But you, the number one master of corpse knives... your actual combat ability really shocked me..." He sneered and took another long puff of cigarette, "It's some kind of drug that can suppress the shock value.
Well... although it can't be completely controlled at zero, it should be able to keep the fright value in a low range. In this way... it can ensure that every time you clear a scenario, you can get a rating of 'good courage' or above and receive some experience.
award."
"Hmph...you should be careful what you say. You have to provide evidence for everything." Corpse Sword King also sneered, "You are also a well-known player. If you talk nonsense everywhere and damage the reputation of our company..."
"Evidence... haha... is that important?" Uncle Good-for-nothing laughed, "I'm just a professional who makes a living in the game as an individual... People speak lightly, even if I see your evidence with my own eyes
People took medicine before lying down in the game cabin, so what? You didn't break the law." He shrugged, "A little guy like me has no other advantages except being good at playing games. You big guys
If you go to the studio and hand me a few letters from lawyers, you might be able to corner me. I'm a man of words. I can't afford to offend you, and I don't have the time or energy to offend you." He said in his tone.
It was full of ridicule, "The way I can fight you... is to beat you into meat patties in the game and put you in a cardboard box..."
"That's too much!" Wei Wang raised the corpse knife again in one breath, "I'll make it impossible for you to come back!" He shouted loudly, and the halberd threw out three purple lights and flew away.
The good-for-nothing Uncle turned his palms and raised his sleeves, and pushed out lightly with his palms. The force of his palm turned into a wall of air, and the purple light in mid-air was immediately blocked.
"It seems you can't carry out any decent attacks." Uncle Good-for-nothing said, "I'll finish you off..."
He had just made up his mind and had stored up his skills. The good-for-nothing uncle took half a step forward and struck out with a powerful palm, scattering the purple light and rushing towards the place where the Corpse Sword was king.
"Hmph... I fell into the trap." The corpse knife king couldn't express much on his face, which also gave him a cover.
At this moment, he used a move called "Cloud Step", jumped into the air and disappeared.
"Oh? Are you running away..." the good-for-nothing uncle thought, "No... it's..."
Huh——The sound of breaking wind quickly surpassed the player's thoughts.
The halberd suddenly fell from above Uncle Good-for-Nothing's left shoulder, and the violent force cut off his entire left arm in an instant...
The situation of the battle suddenly changed and was reversed with one move.
The situation of Uncle Good-for-nothing took a turn for the worse. The King of Corpse Swordsman used a simple hiding and movement skill to put his opponent in a desperate situation.
...At least, he thought it was a desperate situation.
"Oh... it really hurts." Uncle Good-for-nothing said feebly, turning to look at his left arm that fell to the ground. There was a cigarette butt in his left hand, "I haven't finished smoking that one yet...
…”
"Compared with smoke... think about yourself first!" The Corpse Blade spun in the air for the king, and the blade of the sword reversed its direction, this time trying to take the good-for-nothing uncle's neck.
In the midst of this flash of lightning, the good-for-nothing uncle made a move that left the other party confused. He stood there without hiding or dodging... However, with his right hand, he quickly took off his sunglasses and threw them away.
…
With a pop... the head fell to the ground.
However, before the "corpse" of the good-for-nothing uncle, missing his arms and head, fell down, another complete good-for-nothing uncle appeared on the other side, behind the sunglasses.
"Isn't it interesting?" Uncle Good-for-nothing said, reaching into his pajamas pocket, taking out another cigarette, and calmly lit it for himself, "In which position do you want to lie down in the cardboard box?"
Looking at his opponent who was fully resurrected on the spot, Corpse Sword King felt deep despair. From the beginning of this battle to the move just now... he had tried his best, but the opponent used all kinds of weird tricks every time.
ways to resolve it, and the result was unscathed...
The next second, the corpse knife retreated for the king...
The good-for-nothing uncle listened to the system prompts ringing in his ears and blew out smoke rings, "Huh... forcefully retreating... seems to be the last resort to preserve dignity, but in fact... this is exactly the reaction of the weak..."
