Still a bald donkey? (4,000 words)
Xu Ziming's promotion speed is too fast. Games at this level often take ten to twenty minutes to end.
If you lose once in a while, your points may not change for three or four hours.
But Xu Ziming, who had understood the dual sword intent, seemed to be cheating at this moment, and no one could stop his terrifying winning streak.
Not to mention that Battle Net is still deliberately protecting him and giving him points.
But after reaching 600 points, even for protection, you still have to face people like Shen Xingyue and Shi Zhixiang.
The battle matching has begun again. Not only Xu Ziming is waiting, but also Battle Net's staff Xia Chen, Wang Yang who started the live broadcast, and tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room are also waiting.
They want to see with their own eyes how far Xu Ziming can reach.
[Matching successful, Xu Ziming(256)VS Zhao Feng(137)]
Xu Ziming started the battle again. In the first battle with a score of 600, he had to face a strong man ranked 137th.
Xu Ziming felt that the desire to fight in his body was increasing crazily.
Opposite him stood a boy who looked very vicissitudes of life. His face was covered with beard, his eyes were decadent, and his hair was messy.
He doesn't look eighteen years old at all. He looks like a middle-aged man who has been tortured by life for twenty or thirty years.
So much so that when Xu Ziming saw it for the first time, he was a little unsure whether he had entered the wrong game.
However, it is obvious that Xu Ziming did not open the wrong competition, and the points competition logo hung in mid-air and flashed continuously.
Under the huge logo, Xu Ziming, holding a long sword, was in a fighting posture, facing Zhao Feng, whose hands were still wrapped with bandages.
"This is Zhao Feng?!"
Even if people in the live broadcast room didn't see Zhao Feng's face, they recognized him from his dress.
This decadent momentum combined with old-fashioned clothing can be regarded as very unique in this era.
At least it is easier to remember as being more powerful than using a sword.
After initial observation, Xu Ziming has also confirmed that the opponent's means of attack is his own bandaged hands.
As for whether it is boxing or palm technique, we can only know it after the actual battle.
Zhao Feng looked at Xu Ziming with decadent eyes. On the surface, it looked harmless, but Xu Ziming had a strange feeling like needles in his back.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Feng moved.
His speed didn't match his decadent appearance at all. He was so fast that he looked like a real beast.
Xu Ziming reacted quickly, Jinghong Sword in his hand immediately lifted up, and Zhao Feng's fist had already hit him.
It's with fists!
Xu Ziming immediately confirmed the opponent's fighting style and quickly blocked it with his sword.
Uppercuts, straight punches, left hooks, right hooks... the opponent's punches can be said to be chaotic, but surprisingly effective.
At least Xu Ziming was completely unable to establish a relatively comfortable defensive environment in a short period of time, and could only passively follow the opponent's actions to defend.
"It's really amazing. After you get up the rank, there are more and more powerful people. But my goal is the final mysterious reward. I can't lose the game without encountering an opponent in the top ten."
Even if he can't figure out the opponent's routine, Xu Ziming has already become a very agile person with tactics thanks to the support of so many entries.
Therefore, his defense was also airtight, and Zhao Feng couldn't break through for a while.
"Sure enough, after reaching 600 points, the players' strength has been greatly improved. This Zhao Feng looks no weaker than the Shi Zhixiang just now."
"You're talking nonsense, how can anyone who can reach this level be weak? You have to know that the anchor, as a young master in the capital, has only reached 300 points now!"
Why did you turn it on me again?
Wang Yang glanced at the comment area angrily. Since being defeated by Xu Ziming, he has completely become a joke in the live broadcast room.
If it weren't for the fact that every time Xu Ziming was broadcast live, the effect was so good, he would have wanted to give up and continue watching Xu Ziming.
Everyone uses swords, why are you so handsome?
Is there any more justice?
The battle is still going on, and Zhao Feng's strength has obviously not been fully unleashed yet.
His speed is still increasing!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The fist hit Xu Ziming's body. The hand came from the human body itself and was much more sensitive than the sword.
Therefore, sometimes, even if Xu Ziming tried his best, he could not resist it and could only be hit by Zhao Feng.
"Great Light Fist!"
Zhao Feng roared, and golden light emitted from his fist, with terrifying power.
This is obviously a Buddhist boxing technique, and there is only one reason why Zhao Feng is so powerful: he has understood the meaning of the boxing!
This is the Buddhist Pudu Fist Intent. Even though it has not been attacked, Xu Ziming still feels a little bit of power.
"Damn, this is how these monks save the world. Anyone who disobeys will be beaten to death, right?"
Xu Ziming was extremely speechless, but he had no time to resist with his sword. He could only quickly circulate his energy and blood on his left arm to resist this seemingly powerful circle.
"Bang!"
A huge sound came from his arm, and a numbing feeling began to spread from the place of collision.
His left arm lost all feeling for a moment.
"What a powerful fist!"
Xu Ziming didn't have time to think. The opponent had just punched and had no time to adjust his posture. This moment was a good time to fight back.
"Dragon Trap!"
His hand moved quickly, and streaks of Sword Qi wrapped with black light shot out from the tip of Jinghong Sword's sword.
With the support of Prison-Suppressing Sword Intent, the skill of Dragon Trap has become more powerful.
Even the momentum is more than twice as strong as before.
Countless Sword Qi surrounded Zhao Feng, just when Xu Ziming thought it could cause damage as quickly as usual.
A shining golden light suddenly lit up in the center of Sword Qi, and a huge Buddha palm shot out of the sky, tearing Sword Qi into pieces.
This was the first time Xu Ziming encountered this situation. The other party actually destroyed all Dragon Trap Sword Qi.
When he appeared in front of Xu Ziming again, Zhao Feng's eyes also showed a faint golden light.
The slightly sloppy hair just now rose to the sky in an instant, revealing the slippery and shining scalp.
"Damn! It turns out this guy is a bald ass!"
Xu Ziming's eyes widened. He looked at Zhao Feng not far away, and then he understood why the other party was acting so sloppily.
Simply because the other side doesn't have anything, the more it wants something.
Not to mention the hair on Zhao Feng's head now, even the lush beard just now has disappeared.
It looks white and clean and very cute.
"You deserve to die!" His eyes widened and he looked at Xu Ziming fiercely.
At this moment, every move of Xu Ziming was full of provocation in Zhao Feng's eyes.
His anger level also completely exploded as Xu Ziming blew his hair away.
"I'm going?! It turns out that Zhao Feng is a monk!"
"It's really outrageous. At first I thought the downcast appearance was a deliberately maintained personality, but I didn't expect it was to avoid exposing my true identity."
I was just checking information in the live broadcast room, wondering if such a "unique" person had suffered any psychological trauma.
Unexpectedly, the reason why the hair is messy is: it is not his hair at all!
Buddhism is worthy of being the Martial Way giant of the Central Plains in the past. Even today, it still has so many disciples.
Thinking about it, it's not surprising that countless ancient martial arts techniques can create any kind of monsters as long as you meet the right person.
"Arhat Palm!"
While Xu Ziming was still in shock, Zhao Feng's feet suddenly changed, and somehow he floated in front of Xu Ziming in an instant.
What kind of movement is this?
Xu Ziming didn't have time to think, because Zhao Feng's palm had already been photographed, and the terrifying power was already revealed under the huge golden light flashing.
This is the first martial arts that all Buddhist disciples must learn: "Arhat Palm".
The golden light flashes, and even Xu Ziming dare not underestimate this power.
Arhat Palm's offensive style may seem brutal, but in fact, with the accumulation of Great Light Fist's skills, he transformed his fists into palms, with his palms coming out like the wind, focusing on speed and flexibility.
Therefore, Qi and blood surged under Xu Ziming's feet, and Heavenly Demon Dance performed it instantly.
The whole body is moving quickly, just like it has been dodged countless times in the past.
However, this time, Zhao Feng's palm technique hit him steadily without any deviation.
Heavenly Demon Dance's first-level evasion ability has lost its original ability to win by surprise in this kind of matchup. This is the first time that Xu Ziming has not succeeded in evading with Heavenly Demon Dance.
"Pah, pah!"
Arhat Palm hit Xu Ziming twice in a row. The first time was the moment it hit Xu Ziming, and the second time was a force that was like internal energy and hit Xu Ziming's internal organs directly.
"Pfft!"
He spit out a mouthful of blood instantly, and all the organs in his body seemed to be spinning upside down.
Xu Ziming's body that was still in mid-air fell to the ground in an instant.
"Hu-"
He sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, panting heavily, and looked much more embarrassed than Zhao Feng.
When Qilin Body is not used, his strength can only be regarded as the first echelon, and cannot be regarded as superior to everyone.
You can lose at any time and end your winning streak.
"No way, Little Ming Who Can't Use a Sword is not going to lose!"
"Sixty consecutive wins is pretty good. Even if he doesn't become the number one genius of the Xia Kingdom, he is still one of the top 50 ruthless players in the country."
Wang Yang watched the comments nervously while watching the game.
Xu Ziming's swordsmanship is enough to be called the first high school student of today's Xia Kingdom. He can be said to be the first person to continuously comprehend two sword intentions: unprecedented and unprecedented.
If such a strong person cannot win consecutively, then maybe no one can do it.
On the playing field.
Zhao Feng Seeing that the attack was powerful, he showed off his kung fu again.
This is the One Reed Crossing the River Technique of Shaolin. Even on flat ground, it still has super high speed. If it is on water, it will be even more terrifying.
But at this moment, it seems to be enough to deal with Xu Ziming.
"You are a respectable opponent, but let's stop here. Who asked you to knock my wig away?"
To this day, Zhao Feng is still worried about the fact that his wig flew up.
Before the sound came, his fist had already arrived.
"Floral Seven Star Fist!"
"Damn, this guy knows so many things...
Xu Ziming struggled to get up from the ground, Prison-Suppressing Sword Intent was boiling on Jinghong Sword, and Mortal-Transforming Sword Intent was flowing on his body.
At this moment, he was like a real swordsman descending from the sky.
"Five-Prison Dominance!"
The terrifying black air flow shredded the air, making a crashing sound, and the huge slash just met Zhao Feng's series of seven fist shadows.
The wind from the fist blew Xu Ziming's hair, but it could not blow away the sword in his hand.
All the disadvantages that have just been accumulated must be recovered one by one at this moment.
Xu Ziming flicked his wrist, and Jinghong fell.
One after another, the fist shadows were killed by Xu Ziming's sword and disappeared completely.
Zhao Feng's seemingly harmless face showed a trace of panic for the first time.
Xu Ziming's sword is too fast. He has never seen such a fast sword, nor has he ever seen such a violent sword!
"Stab it!"
The sound of flesh and blood being torn apart sounded, and everything was over.
[The battle is over!]
[Xu Ziming wins!]
[Add 10 points, current points are 610 points]
Sixty-one consecutive wins!
Xu Ziming did it, and his winning streak has not been interrupted yet!
"It's so strong. Even a prodigy like Zhao Feng, whose bones are naturally suitable for practicing Buddhism, can't compare to him?"
Xu Ziming was more nervous about this game than Xia Chen himself. He didn't let out a long breath until the end of the game.
"That's really good. Star God Essence might be something you can give to him. Xu Ziming... it's interesting."
Tired, although Battle Net refreshes his physical strength every time, his spirit is still a bit unbearable after repeated melees.
"Play the last game, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow!"
[Matching begins!]
"Let me go, the production team is exhausted. Xu Ziming is still fighting. The pressure of these games is not small at all."
Wang Yang's live broadcast room has soared to 200,000 people, and there are people watching Xu Ziming everywhere.
That is to say, he hasn't had time to turn on his bracelet yet, otherwise the overwhelming news from Wu Mengmeng would be enough to drown him.
Next, Xu Ziming's opponents are no longer as strong as Zhao Feng, most of them are outside the top 200.
After all, almost everyone knew that Xu Ziming was competing for points. Except for a handful of people who wanted to really try Xu Ziming's strength, everyone else almost gave up on matching and watched Xu Ziming's live broadcast in person.
After feeling the sudden drop in pressure, Xu Ziming hit it nine times in a row.
Because every time he finished the fight, he felt that he still had some energy left, and he always wanted to fight until he lost consciousness before finishing. However, it was difficult for his opponent to let him enjoy himself to the fullest.
And his points have officially reached 700 points!
[Exit Battle Net]
After winning the last battle, Xu Ziming finally gave up and clicked the exit button.
Today's game also officially ends.
It was just after noon outside, and the sun was still shining brightly.
"Beep beep beep!"
Xu Ziming's bracelet is already full of messages.
Almost all of them are from Wu Mengmeng and Tang Xing.
"Holy shit, this pervert is you, right, Xu Ziming?"
Tang Xing's voice was full of envy, but more of it was joy.
"Seventy consecutive victories, when did you become so strong behind our backs?"
Wu Mengmeng has a sense of scrutiny.
"No, how do you know?"