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Chapter 216 Three Seconds Man

During the time when the martial artist was retreating, the Fifth Daoist was chasing after him. Although his speed was not as fast as the martial artist who had superimposed five layers of berserk skills, he was not far behind, and he kept a close distance with the warrior. distance.

Moreover, several times when he used his skills, he almost ran into warriors. It was just a little bit short, not only Li Ming was a little nervous, but also Fatty and Yang Cong who were sitting next to him were worried.

If the warrior had been hit by a random skill just now, half of his life would probably be gone, and within a few seconds, the warrior had already been forced to the corner of the map, with nowhere to go.

Li Ming's eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and there was a lot of sweat in the palms of his hands. He was a little nervous!
It has to be said that the level gap between the two sides is an insurmountable gap, which is almost fatal. Li Ming's face is deep, and he seems to be about to stop breathing.

Wu Zhe was about to be forced into a corner by the Wu Dao Master, he seized the vacuum time of the Wu Dao Master's skill, and turned back to use the skill of the Collapsing Mountain Stick. Unexpectedly, Mu Hai had no intention of dodging, and took the damage of this skill.

"Tsk, tsk, it doesn't look like much. Aren't your warriors very powerful?" Mu Hai saw that the damage dealt was only 20, with a hint of ridicule on his lips.

Li Ming didn't say a word, Fatty and Yang Cong became impatient, and said with thick necks: "You have the nerve to say that the level of the contestant is a lot higher, and the difference in level is here. If it were you, you could fight well." Pass?"

The two of them were full of anger and complained about Li Ming's injustice. This one-on-one duel was originally unfair, and what they didn't expect was that Mu Hai's face could be so thick.

"Hmph, so what, level suppression is a symbol of strength, his fighters can't beat him, but he can't beat him, just a dish dog." The red hair spoke rudely, and looked at Fatty and Yang Cong coldly.

"You're making unreasonable words!" Yang Cong clenched his fists.

"So what, if you can't beat it, you can't beat it, trash." Hong Mao finally had a place to vent his anger, and every sentence was full of provocation.

"You!" Fatty and Yang Cong stared.

Li Ming, who was devoting himself to it, suddenly spoke up, and said, "Don't pay attention to this trash that was blown up. Besides, who said that it can't be beaten?"

"Huh?" Hongmao looked at the screen again, startled.

I don't know when, the warrior has gained the upper hand. The ordinary skills are sandwiched between the anger point skills, which perfectly sustains the anger points and allows the anger point skills to continue.

At this moment, the martial artist has superimposed ten layers of berserk skills, and the attack panel has increased a lot. In terms of movement speed and casting speed, he has already far surpassed this Wudao master.

Now, when one of the martial artist's Fulong stick skill was dropped, he directly knocked out 60 blood volume of the five masters. Mu Hai was dumbfounded, the damage suddenly doubled, and he was a little at a loss.

Moreover, he couldn't keep up with the warrior's speed at all, and he was a little dazzled, but the main reason was that his offensive rhythm was disrupted. Every skill of the warrior made him hesitate. He didn't know whether to attack or defend. what to do.

"How could this be?" Hong Mao was stunned. It took only a few words, how could the situation turn around so quickly? Seeing that Mu Hai's blood volume was less than 70, and the warrior was still in his previous state.

In fact, Li Ming is rejoicing at this moment, this Mu Hai looks very fierce, but he is actually a very good person, not only in terms of operation, but also his mentality, if the warrior makes a few moves to taunt, Mu Hai will not be able to calm down, All offensive rhythms are out of order.

This is the reason why Li Ming was able to resist the suppression. He thought that if he was replaced by a better player, he would not be so easy, and it could even be said that he had no hope of winning.

Now it's Mu Hai's turn to get nervous, his left hand is pressing randomly on the keyboard, he doesn't know what skills are being displayed, and it looks like he is going crazy on the big screen.

"Hahahaha, is this Wudao master crazy? What is he doing?" The people in the Internet cafe laughed.

"It's probably drunk and playing drunken fist. It's really interesting. I thought this man was a king just now, but I didn't expect him to be a jerk."

"Ha ha ha ha."

This is indeed the case, Li Ming could feel that Mu Hai was actually very strong at the beginning, but now, his "stamina" is a bit lacking, not only because he was using martial arts to taunt.

Mu Hai was a little anxious, but when he was anxious, he would have more openings. Now he has been chased and beaten by the warrior, and his blood volume is only the last [-], and he cannot withstand the next skill of the warrior.

"Hey, Hongmao, do you see that level suppression is nothing, our fighters can still go to war, hang him to fight." Yang Cong and Fatty were both proud, talking to him in the same tone as Hongmao just now.

"Didn't you just say that you can't win? Didn't you also say that we warriors are trash? Now it's okay, your five masters are not even as good as trash, and they are beaten all over the place, hahaha."

"Aren't you very good at talking just now? You just kept on screaming." Fatty and Yang Cong laughed loudly, which made Hongmao's face even more ugly.

How could he have imagined that Mu Hai was really going to lose, he thought he could crush warriors by virtue of his level, but he was still sure of winning just now, and he was still laughing at these two people.

At the same time, he was a little helpless. In fact, Mu Hai was not the helper he found, but he met on the road. Anyway, everyone knew him. This guy came to avenge his sister, so he followed him. I didn't expect the rumors in the world to be true. Yes, this Mu Hai is a three-second man.
After a while, Mu Hai, who had been running away, was finally killed, which meant that he had failed, and was defeated by a warrior who was more than ten levels lower than him.

"Oh, it's a pity, it's just the two of us playing." Li Ming pretended to be sorry, glanced at Hongmao, and thought to himself, why didn't he pull this guy in just now, so that he could lose some more money.

Mu Hai's expression was a little ugly at this time, just as Li Ming was about to collect the money, he suddenly moved, and pressed his palm on his hundred-yuan bill.

"What are you doing?" Li Ming asked.

"I haven't lost yet." Mu Hai raised his proud head and said, with a look that didn't take Li Ming seriously.

"Huh? Are you kidding me? The data is here. Come on, network administrator, you are the referee, tell me." Li Ming's face darkened, this guy still wanted to play tricks.

He didn't know the details of this person, but with so many people present in the Internet cafe, Mu Hai shouldn't regret it.

The network manager was about to speak, but Mu Hai raised his hand to stop him.

"Wait a minute, what I said is, we won two out of three games, you only won one game, and I haven't lost yet." Mu Hai said with a fixed gaze.

"You didn't say it at the beginning of the game, it's just one round that decides the outcome." Li Mingxin believed that before heads-up, there was no such thing as two out of three rounds.

"No, you heard me wrong, we won two out of three rounds." Mu Hai insisted that it was two out of three rounds. Li Ming was speechless because of his old temper. He's singled out.

(End of this chapter)