Seeing the Japanese's arrogance, the audience became angry.
"Brother Death, kill those sons of bitches,"
"Destroy the island countries and enhance our country's prestige,"
"Little devil, I want you to go home and change your diaper,"
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The Chinese people have nothing but a lot of people and a lot of trolls. You can drown people just by spitting.
Who would have thought that a small exhibition match would be directly related to national honor. This is no longer an exhibition match. This is a war, a war of dignity between countries.
Ding, please select the competition map.
Ling Yun waved his hand, not looking at them at all, "It's up to you to choose, so as not to say that we Chinese are bullying you."
"The map is random," Little Dog Silly Yilang gritted his teeth in anger at Ling Yun's arrogant appearance. As the captain of the island country's top gaming team, he has experienced countless competitions, but he has never seen a competition like today.
1VS5, is that guy Superman? No, it’s Ultraman. No, this is a duel, not a child’s play.
Ding, the competition map is opened, the venue is the ancient Roman Colosseum.
Ding, the two sides are playing: China District Death God VS Yamato District Dog Silly One Wolf, Umekawa Pantpants, Bale Fuck Hard, Yamamura Cashier, Okaba Hikawa, the game will start in 30 seconds, players please be ready.
Underfoot are hard square boulders, surrounded by towering stone pillars. The stands not far away are full of cheering people, but they are just an illusion.
There was silence in the Workers' Stadium, and everyone held their breath, looking forward to the coming battle and being able to see the Death Brother up close and personal. This excited all the Gense fans present. This opening ceremony was so worth it.
Countdown to 10 seconds.
Ling Yun slowly pulled out Desert Storm, wiped the gun body carefully, pulled up the bolt, loaded the bullet, and a sharp sword was about to be unsheathed.
Xiao Quan Si Yi Lang is a sharpshooter. He picked up a purple-armored PPK light machine gun, opened the tripod, and said, "China Pig, come here and die."
The four people around him fanned out to the left and right, surrounding Ling Yun, and displayed their daggers, Japanese swords, two swordsmen, and two assassins in a standard attack formation.
Countdown to 5 seconds.
Everyone began to add status to their bodies, the two sword gods were glowing with golden light, and the other two shadow killers had disappeared into the air.
Ling Yun looked at the skills in the skill bar and lit up all the ones he could click with his hand, including Rampage, Phantom, Phantom Clone, Explosive Bullet... When his eyes glanced at the last skill, it was, Crazy Killing.
His blood boiled with passion, and his whole body was burning with strong murderous intent. "You bastards, I will tell you what it means to be high and high,"
Bloody light rose into the sky, and a strong murderous aura spread in the air.
The five players in Okamoto's team had a cold war together, but they had no time to think about more issues.
Countdown 3, 2, 1, begins.
PPK couldn't hold back its loneliness for a long time. The flames were spitting out wildly, and the bullets streaked through the air with golden tracks, splashing like raindrops.
The two swordsmen rushed forward under the cover of machine guns, their bodies and weapons flashing with lights of various colors, and they used all their strength as soon as they struck.
Ling Yun had a playful smile on his lips, his body twisted and deformed, turning into a shadow and disappearing.
Sharpshooters will also become invisible.
Both the five guys on the field and all the spectators outside the field were slightly stunned at the same time.
All the big screens showed Ling Yun as the main perspective, and suddenly the perspective of the big screen instantly shifted to behind the puppy, Silly Yilang.
"Am I dazzled? Ling Yun is already behind him, so fast,"
"Brother Death is Brother Death, a god-like man,"
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Unable to find the target, the PPK machine gun suddenly went silent. At the moment when the puppy was stunned, a gust of cold wind came from behind.
"I remember there is a very classic saying in your island country called..." Ling Yun appeared behind him at some point, Desert Storm pressed the back of his head, "Oh, I remembered, it's called Linen, Linen "Tah, by the way, what does linen mean?"
Little Dog Silly Wolf was shocked, turned around suddenly, and raised PPK.
But it was too late after all. Before his finger touched the trigger, Desert Storm was approaching and began to spit out tongues of fire.
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Poof, blood splattered everywhere, and a bloody figure fell to the ground. The artificial hornet's nest was successfully created.
"You idiot, you are as stupid as a pig. You don't even understand this. I am your father." Ling Yun raised his hand, and like magic, Desert Storm was replaced by Barrett.
Bang, there was a roar, and red flames spurted out from the muzzle of the gun.
A large group of blood flowers bloomed in the air. In the blood mist, the figure killed Meichuan. His pants were blasted and his heart was chilled. He was blown two or three meters away by the powerful impact of the bullet. He fell to the ground, and his blood spurted out and became wet. Surrounding boulder ground.
-1879, instant kill.
There was no fatality or critical hit. With the help of skills, Barrett's normal attack actually dealt nearly 2,000 damage.
"Wow, that's awesome damage," players know best. The second-turn player only has more than 1,000 health points now, and a normal attack can kill him instantly. What a terrifying attack power that is, not to mention The murder was actually a shadow murder in a hidden state. Could he really be a god?
Umekawa Pantai was instantly killed. The remaining three people stared at Ling Yun in disbelief. They couldn't help but secretly complain. The team was fully supported by the Okamoto Club from behind. The players were all the elites in the game, and The equipment is absolutely top-notch in the island country, and he can be killed instantly with one shot. What's more, they don't believe it, not even ghosts, not even Japanese ghosts.
Ding, a golden bullet shell popped out and danced happily on the ground. Click, pull up the bolt, and load the bullet again. Ling Yun crawled on the ground, his eyes glued to the sight, the infrared thermal imaging sight. A white shadow in the crosshair circled from the left, and even his heart could be seen clearly.
Turn off the fire decisively.
The bullet pierced the air with a scream and flew away. When the Barrett muzzle sprayed out a large amount of airflow, the cashier in the mountain village not far away was already lying on the ground with his feet in the air, counting the stars.
-2012, still an instant kill.
This shot actually caused more than 2,000 damage.
In less than ten seconds, three of them had been killed, and they were the top players from the three island countries. Everyone watching outside the venue was excited and proud.
"Baga, tear, tear, tear, tear," Bale Menggan and Gangban Richuang roared, bringing up two phantoms that rushed forward like two mad dogs. Two oriental swords danced out and filled the sky with sword shadows, covering Ling Yun. Among them, ravines were cut out of the boulder ground by the blade, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound was extremely terrifying.
The knife is fast, and Ling Yun's movements are faster.
