Chapter three hundred and sixty-ninth from the opposite gaze
Among the fifteen players on the opposite side, two seemed familiar to Yi Qiu.
But he didn't know the other party's name, because this subtle connection between them was based on the fierce battle in the Kord Arena.
For Yi Qiu, he does not remember all the opponents he played against in the Coder Arena.
After all, some characters who can be dealt with by rushing up to them with a blast of a hammer are indeed not very memorable.
As for the back-and-forth between the two sides and the fierce fighting, Yi Qiu still had a relatively clear impression.
After all, even in the Kord Arena, there are not too many enemies like that.
These two players were quite familiar to Yi Qiu. One was a female warrior holding two swords, and the other was a summoner wearing a white robe.
If it is said that for Yi Qiu, identifying these two players still requires a certain amount of memory.
So for these two players, Yi Qiu's image and the memory he left are undoubtedly profound.
After all, even for the vast multiverse, existences like Yi Qiu are relatively rare.
So before Yi Qiu could recognize them, they recognized Yi Qiu instantly.
"It's him!"
Aimo-Salis tightly grasped the special-shaped scimitar in her hand with her hands that became rougher but more powerful. It was undoubtedly a delusion to maintain smooth skin despite excessive training.
But Aimo-Salis doesn't care about the changes in her body. Her strong and persistent desire to compete is the root force that supports her to obtain the title of "Scarlet Blade".
She wants to win, so she needs to become stronger.
This is the source of her strength and the inexhaustible driving force that urges her to move forward.
But now, her combat intuition, which had become sharper through hard training, was clearly feedbacking the fact that the gap between them had not narrowed because of her efforts, but seemed to have become even wider.
This made Aimo Salis a little frustrated for a moment. When her efforts were meaningless, she really couldn't think of any other way to win.
"What's wrong? Sister Aimo, is there an acquaintance across the street?" the field nurse next to her, who was still in her prime, looked at Aimo Sharis curiously and asked.
She had never seen Aimo Sharis show such an expression before: with a hint of solemnity, dissatisfaction and almost overflowing unwillingness.
Although her talent allowed her to embark on the road of saving lives and healing the wounded, she still had a kind of admiration and envy for Aimo Salis who made a name for herself with two swords.
The field nurse is a highly professional advanced healing profession, and has more powerful healing capabilities than some priests who do not do their job as paladins.
Although strictly speaking, a priest is not the same as a healing profession.
After all, not all priests control the power of Holy Light like the priests of Azeroth, but because the priests of the Good God often provide certain medical assistance to poor people, there is a certain gap between priests and healing professions to a certain extent.
Have broader connections.
And for priests who control the power of holy light, they have indeed become typical representatives of the healing profession.
Just like every milk has an output heart, this is a common phenomenon among those who work as healers due to talent or other factors.
So this made the field nurse very curious as to what kind of existence caused Aimo-Salis to behave in such a strange way.
"A formidable opponent."
Aimo-Salis said in a deep voice, her mood having returned to calm at this moment.
Fighting or competition, the driving force behind everything is to win.
She wants to win, not just try her best!
Victory is victory, failure is failure, the two are distinct, there is no middle area!
"I will train harder... Next time we meet, I will definitely defeat you!"
After Yi Qiu's inexplicable gaze, Aimo Salis raised her head slightly, and there was something burning in her eyes...
…………
…………
"hiss……"
Tararich-Sim touched his face unnaturally, and there was still a vague feeling of pain there.
That was truly a battle that remains fresh in my memory. As a descendant of a legendary family, it was the first time that I was beaten so badly.
After all, although summoners are difficult to form, once they have a complete summoning system, they will definitely be one of the most difficult opponents at the same level.
Of course, summoners also need to consume a lot of resources. As a descendant of a legendary family, Talarichi-Sim has a small army of summoned beasts at his current level.
If you are an ordinary player, if you can recruit more than a dozen dire wolves or bears at this time, you are already doing well.
"Beast Man? Or that Mad Mage? When did your tastes become so rough, Sim?"
At this moment, a mysterious voice with a hint of joking rang in Talarichi-Sim's ears.
He turned his head and looked at the muscular warrior behind him who was looking at him with an ambiguous look: that was his best friend, a martial swordsman who aspired to become the master of the Nine Swords.
But so far, he still cannot complete the martial arts fusion of the Nine Swords School.
"Kriel, if I remember correctly, someone once boasted to me that he has no rivals among the disciples of the Tiger Claw School."
"Perhaps you can ask the monk on the opposite side for advice after the dungeon is completed."
Tararich-Sim did not confront him head-on, but looked at him with a smile and said.
"Wu...monk?"
Creel's tone was full of doubts. He scanned Yi Qiu's group of people, and finally rested his eyes on Yi Qiu.
"Is that a monk? At first I thought it was a mutated stone-throwing giant or something like that!"
"No, why are you sure? Do you know him?"
Creel scratched his head, and when he looked at Tararich-Sim, his eyes suddenly changed from doubtful to slightly subtle...
"That's because: I was defeated by him before - on the frontal battlefield, and I used the Scroll of the Demonic Wolf's Descendance."
"In a very short period of time, he tore the ogre hybrid that I had before to pieces, and then arrogantly rushed through the poisonous vine protection. You can probably figure out what happened next...
…”
Tararich-Sim said frankly.
Failure is what he tries to avoid, but after he has tried his best, he will not regret it.
He has such confidence: as a descendant of a legendary family, his future will definitely go further than those of his fellow travelers.
"That would be awesome... Well, I mean: after the dungeon ends, I will challenge him."
After hearing this, Creel looked at Tararich Sim with a serious expression and said, although his tone didn't sound very sincere.
Creel rummaged through his backpack for a while, and finally took out a heavy hand axe.
"Then you will know: Tiger Claw's title of invincible in the same competition is the uncrowned crown accumulated through victory after victory."
Under Creel's small swing, the hand ax made a sharp and dangerous sound of breaking through the air, while his face was filled with a confident smile...