Data Wasteland

In a blink of an eye, three days passed, and it was the day of the group stage.

The competition venue is located in the square in front of the White Dragon Palace, consisting of two square arenas with a length of 20 meters and a temporary auditorium.

The four corners of the ring are respectively placed with large psychic shield exciters, and a translucent blue arc of light covers the upper part, isolating the inside and outside of the arena.

Since it is a group stage, there are not many people in the audience, mainly staff and media cameramen.

"Sir, please here, you are the third on stage." The staff took Chen Xing and all his men to the players rest area.

The group matches are played twice a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Twelve players will finish in three days. There are six games in total. The two with the highest points qualify.

"You took a babysitter for a game, did you think it was playing the house? My kid, it's dangerous here, so hurry home and drink milk."

As soon as he sat down, someone came to provoke him. Unfortunately, it was the bald-headed man who threatened to turn off Chen Xing's head as a stool on the day of registration.

Old K was about to approach the theory, but was stopped by Chen Xing. He looked at each other with a smile, not angry, and said, "I just looked at the list. We seem to be in the same group."

"You don't know until now?" The brawny bald man put his hands on his chest with a smug expression. "Want to beg me for mercy?" He sneered. You have to go all out when you are on the field. If you are afraid, go home as soon as possible."

"It's not for you..." The bald-headed man looked at the two maids behind Chen Xing and the beautiful blue-eyed girl holding his hand, with deep jealousy in his eyes.

Why is such a useless little white face possessing so many women? Isn't it just that there are some bad money in the family? When he wins the ring, meets the lord, and rises step by step, these **** women still don't rush to lick his toes?

"Bald pig, you can dare to challenge my host with your ability, what do you think you are!" Ye Qian, who had a pungent personality, couldn't help but sneered at the other party's mocking of the host.

The bald-headed man didn't expect to be abused on the spot by a maid. He couldn't find a rebuttal for a while, clenched his fists and blushed.

Ye Qian was not afraid, because the master was nearby, and she saw that the master did not intend to stop, she became more and more energetic, and her teeth were sharp and her mouth pointed, "Don't pee and look in the mirror to see how much she grows. Knock."

"If you have a few muscles, you think you are great. Do you know what it is? You are talking about a guy like you with a simple mind and well-developed limbs. What's the use of strength alone, but also a mind!"

"Does the mind know? Forget it, you don't understand after I say it, play the piano to the cow,

When you meet my host later, you can just surrender and step down. Don't be beaten up and cry, it's too shameful! "

Ye Qian is the daughter of the owner of a cargo ship. She grew up among porters since she was a child. She was vulgar and fierce.

"You, you..." The bald man's face turned into a pig liver color, and he pointed at Ye Qian and could not speak.

"What are you doing, don't point your fingers at random. Didn't your mother teach you the basic manners of being a human? If there is a mother born or raised by a mother, hurry back to your seat and don't embarrass your mother here, pig!"

The brawny bald man stared with round eyes and gurgled his fists.

"But you still want to beat people, don't you? Would you like me to ask a lawyer to give you a lesson and teach you some kingdom laws, or let the staff come over and see how the quality of the current players is so low."

"You, you wait for me!"

The bald-headed man wanted to have a seizure but did not dare to have it. He vomited three liters of blood in a panic, smashed his fist and left with a cruel word.

"I can't see it, my mouth is quite powerful." Chen Xing looked at Ye Qian and said with a bit of playfulness.

"The quarrel of the people in the market made the master laugh." Ye Qian said with a bow.

"Good job." Chen Xing patted Ye Qian's **** to encourage her. The latter's face was slightly red, after all, this place was under the public, a little bit shy, and a little ecstatic. Since Ms. Su Na came with her and sticks to her master every day, she and her cousin have been estranged. Now that he is praised by the owner, the whole person is light and light.

Li Mei on the side also cast envious eyes, as the master's strength and status improved, their sense of existence became weaker and weaker.

Because the gap is getting bigger and bigger.

As Chen Xing's closest maid, they also obtained many evolution potions. Unfortunately, the two of them have limited talents and have not yet reached the standard of elite level.

Failure to advance means that the youth cannot be continued. When a woman loses her beauty, she has lost most of her life, at least for the maid industry, it is so cruel.

For thousands of years, how many masters have been willing to run around with old and faint maids?

Although it is now possible to rely on new technology drugs to stimulate cell regeneration and prolong lifespan, it is incomparable with advanced evolutionary players.

Maybe in a few more years, youth will pass away, give a severance pay or arrange to be a steward in the following organization, then find someone to marry, and spend this whole life.

Therefore, they have to take advantage of their youth and beauty to gain more favor from their owners. Whether it is buying expensive regeneration medicines in the future or having a good arrangement, they are guaranteed.

Just as the two maids were thinking about gains and losses, Chen Xing's attention had shifted to the ring.

If it is the first or second life, the other person is a girlfriend. With his EQ IQ, you can naturally see their careful thinking, and then say a few words of comfort.

But now, he can no longer see.

Just as people cannot see the ants under their feet, once they reach a certain height, they will lose their view of the lower level.

It's not that he forgets his original meaning, but that human nature is like this.

A person's time and energy are limited, and the things that he can focus on are also limited. If you pay attention to this point, you will forget that point.

And more importantly, the fate of the two maids in the future is a matter of Chen Xing's word. It's easy and casual.

The first game on the stage began, all dressed up as mercenaries, coming up with military fighting skills. The moves are simple and effective, fast and ruthless, and they are all aimed at the key points and knock down the opponent in the fastest way.

Military fighting skills are divided into three major parts, dagger assassination, close combat, and critical strike.

Chen Xing also uses military fighting skills, but he is not too proficient, he is a precision shooter close to him, and he has few opportunities for melee combat.

But in fact, as the strength increases, the demand for melee combat is increasing.

The dagger assassination technique is divided into two types: forward grip and reverse grip. According to different habits, stabbing is the main method, and cutting is a supplementary method.

The close fighting technique consists of anti-joint techniques and throat-locking techniques, seeking to subdue or kill the opponent as quickly as possible.

Critical blows evolved from boxing, with a part of the use of the feet, but mainly frontal kicks and knee hits.

The two people on the stage were glowing with blue light, both of them were psychic armors, and they played exactly the same style, which was very unattractive.

After beating for a few minutes, the weaker side gradually showed signs of decline, and was finally thrown to the ground with his neck twisted. The head was hit continuously and dizzy.

Ten minutes later, the other two were on the court, when the staff ran over.

"Get ready, the next round is up to you."

Chen Xing raised his hand to show that he knew it.

"Don't you do a warm-up?" the staff reminded kindly.

Chen Xing glanced at Ye Qian, and the latter immediately stepped forward and replied: "Thank you for your concern, my master has his own way."

The staff curled their lips, turned and left, and muttered in a low voice, "Who is it, treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs, and don't be beaten as a pig's head later."