Chapter 20 Hard Gun King! The captain will take responsibility
The sword light came towards my face.
The Great Sword Leng Yue is the number one sword in the Korean Glory Professional League. It is not as thin and sharp as Bing Yu and is almost transparent. There is only a blue shadow wrapped around the edge of the sword. It is also not like Yan Ying who swallows firelight. Leng Yue
The sword of the Moon Sword is silver-white, with a faint electric light beating on it. When the sword is slashed, it will fall like moonlight and water, and it will fall to the ground.
Zhou Zekai quietly looked at the approaching sword blade on the screen.
Being approached by a melee professional has always been the most troublesome thing in the long range. Although with the help of gun martial arts, One Shot Cloud Piercer can even confront Lord Grim in a short period of time, and although Zhou Zekai's three rifle physical skills are second to none in the Chinese Glory League,
Zhou Zekai has never forgotten that sharpshooter is a long-range profession.
In close combat with melee professions, the judgment and control are unfavorable.
No matter how many bullets there are, they can't stop the phantom invisible sword from rushing forward. The flying gun's retreat speed cannot keep up with the swordsman's forward speed, so now, the only thing a shot through the clouds can do is——
Touch the ground with one foot, raise your leg, and hit your knees!
This is not enough!
Li Haoji sneered. The knee strike can indeed provide the sharpshooter with a dominating state. However, unlike status skills such as steel and iron bones, the overlord provided by the knee strike is only for the short moment when the knee is raised; but the phantom invisible sword,
There are more than ten swords!
Jian Hefeng continued to step forward, holding the sword with both hands. Leng Yue's sword was raised high, fell, and slashed out - two bodies, the swordsman's arm plus the length of the sword were enough to attack the opponent's shot.
Through the clouds!
The hand rises, the sword falls, and blood splashes!
Bang!
The sound of a champagne bottle being opened was not loud. It was submerged in the violent shooting sound of a gun piercing the clouds and the whistle of Leng Yue's sword cutting through the air. It would be ignored by people if they were not paying attention. However,
, with such a small sound, the swordsman's fallen sword suddenly raised, and the whole person flew backwards.
Air compressor!
Li Haoji was shocked. The two sides were only two steps away. At this moment, the sharpshooter had few skills that could be used to break the situation. The mechanic's air compressor was one type, and the ammunition expert's explosive grenade was also one type. However,
, no matter which type, something must be thrown out first. No matter how small the air compressor is, it still has a physical body - the question is, where is it?
On the screen, Jianhe Feng flew upside down rapidly. As the distance between the two sides continued to widen, Li Haoji clearly saw that under the right knee that had been knocked out by the shot through the clouds, the right calf deflected to the left, about 30 degrees.
degree angle. And, in the gap created by the deflection, the small, exploded wreckage of the air compressor fell leisurely.
Li Haoji:......
The body dominance provided by the knee strike is only for a short moment. However, the time of body dominance required by a shot through the clouds is only that short moment!
For an instant, it was ensured that One Shot Cloud Piercer would not freeze when attacked; for an instant, it was guaranteed that One Shot Cloud Piercer could successfully launch the Air Compressor skill; and then, the knee-bumping shield allowed the Air Compressor to be activated.
It has just been thrown and has not yet taken effect, so it will not be noticed by the opponent...
By the time the "bang" sound effect of the skill sounded, the distance between the two bodies was such that Jian Hefeng had no time to dodge.
The damage caused by the air compressor is not great, but the blowing effect is particularly powerful. Even if it is only a first-level silver martial arts skill, it can make Jianhe Feng retreat by as much as four bodies. At this moment,
Four body positions means four steps, four swords, and 4% of health...
The attacks that the Phantom Invisible Sword can make, except for the four swords that have already been slashed, and the last move that will cause a 1-second freeze, so the last move that is usually canceled by the owner, can only be used as effective attacks by Kenkawa Feng, there are only 5 swords.
The swordsman's first ultimate attack at level 70 has been weakened by two-thirds of its attack effect with such a small skill.
When Jianhe Feng approached again, the sliding shovel used at the beginning of One Shot Cloud had already passed a complete cooling clock.
Dodge, rapid movement, distance, knee strike, whirlwind kick, gun martial arts. Sparks flew in the short but fierce confrontation. In less than 30 seconds, the screen was locked, the golden letters "glory" flew out, and Jian Hefeng's life was reduced to zero.
——
Li Haoji walked out of the competition cabin sadly.
The holographic light and shadow converged, revealing the figure of the contestant with his head slightly lowered, stepping down from the competition stage step by step. Tens of thousands of eyes were on him, so heavy that Li Haoji could hardly raise his head.
If he lost, he was mentally prepared. With 55% of his health, he would never be able to stand at the end. However, losing so miserably was simply too much.
100% of life was exchanged for only two characters of the opponent, adding up to a total of 34% of life.
"One versus two! One versus two!"
I don't know which audience member shouted the first call. A clear, high-pitched female voice shook the stands, and soon more similar voices were added. Li Haoji reflexively stopped and turned around, looking at the opposite stand: He didn't understand.
Chinese, but the joy, pride and urging in the shouts can be clearly felt without the help of a translator.
Like him, all the Korean players sitting in the players' seats all raised their heads and looked to the opposite side. The shouts grew from small to loud, and soon they turned into a rhythmic and uniform shout that swept half of the arena——
"Zhou Zekai, one versus two! Zhou Zekai, one versus two!"
A cold sense of suffocation enveloped the Korean team's players' seats. Several players could understand simple Chinese, either because they had learned it or had lived in China when they were children. Those who couldn't understand Chinese, with the help of teammates and translators,
I quickly understood the meaning of the shouts from the stands opposite.
One versus two... One Shot Cloud's HP is still at 81%...
"Next game, I'll be there."
In the silence, Choi Won-yeol, the captain of the South Korean team, suddenly stood up, his face as dark as water.
"But Captain——"
A stop came out. The speaker was Pastor Yin Meishu, Cui Yuanyeol's teammate and the team's vice-captain.
As the captain, Choi Won-yeol is not only the leading force of the Korean national team, but also naturally shoulders the important responsibility of the team competition. The pressure of the World Invitational Tournament is not comparable to that of domestic leagues. At this time, the original plan has been overturned.
Will it be too tiring to play in the third position in the group arena...
At the beginning of his words, Cui Yuanlie turned his eyes and stared at his vice-captain, the most reliable healer who had fought alongside him for five years. He stared at the beautiful face of the young girl with a worried look, and shook his head very slowly.
The opponent is the second master of the Chinese team. He is only one step away from the first master, the second master. Now it is the home court of the Korean team. The Korean team is lagging behind by a big score. As the captain, he has the responsibility and obligation to step forward and try his best to pull back.
Return to the situation——
At least, we must not let the opponent's player achieve a one-on-one battle!
Looking at each other in turn with all his teammates, Cui Yuanyeol turned around and walked to the referee's seat. In a moment, on the big screen in the center of the field, Korean, Chinese, English, French, German, and Italian were flipped one after another, and the Korean team's current round was played.
The name of the arena competition——
Cui Yuanyeol, the ghost swordsman, chases the soul at the risk of his life!