Pirate: This shooter is a bit fierce

"Wuhu~"

That's right, this crooked young man who keeps making strange noises is Darrow's next opponent.

Fist of Dragon Roar - Longor.

Long Xiao didn't whistle, Darrow didn't know, but Darrow laughed, and didn't know what was going on, and Longor's odds were also very outrageous.

Although he knew that Longor was very popular, he was not the favorite to win the championship. How could there be 1.5 odds? Darrow couldn't figure it out, so he studped again.

The money was in Sedaro's mouth, so how could he not accept it.

"Longol, Longor, the living dragon!"

"Longor, violently kill the opposite side."

Even the two women who fought against the sky for this Longor before, Bullfrog Diandian and the bad woman, were impressively cheering for Longor in the audience.

Numerous idiots waved their unique dragon-shaped ribbons to cheer for this popular player, and this young man with a crooked mouth also gave fans face very much, and gave a circle of high-fives around the auditorium and supporters. Back to the duel arena.

Darrow was stunned for a while, but there was no time to surprise Darrow. Soon, the referee began to count down, and then the opening bell rang.

The game started.

Darrow didn't care if you were a popular player or not, he took the lead in attacking, with a [Shunpo] approaching Longor's left side.

But Longor reacted.

"Wuhu~"

Longor slammed a left uppercut, which surprised Darrow. Why is this guy's punching technique so weird? When he swings, he makes a strange sound.

Wuhu, Wuhu, this is too creepy.

Seeing Darrow's momentary loss of consciousness, Longor seized the opportunity and prepared a straight punch with his right hand. Accompanied by another strange cry, the fist hit Darrow's waist straight.

Fortunately, Darrow reacted quickly, raised his legs to resist, punched and bumped into each other, causing the two of them to take a few steps back in unison.

"This strength!!" Longor, who was back, shook his painful hand and said in shock.

But it's normal, Darrow's leg strength has been honed over the years, it can be said that it is Darrow's only reliance for getting close, and most people really can't handle it.

This round of probing just now made Longor withdraw his contempt, and planned to directly use his strongest state to face Darrow.

[Storm Killing Style]

Longor opened his hands slightly and then held them tightly again. His bones creaked from friction, and his hands began to swing non-stop, making it impossible to see the trajectory of his punches.

Even when it is swinging, it will make that strange noise, which makes people unable to concentrate at all.

"Wuhu!~"

Suddenly, Longor swung his left hand at Darrow at an unexpected angle.

Don't tell me, if it is a normal player, it is really possible to fall into his trap, but is Darrow a normal person?

Obviously not.

In the eyes of the knowledgeable Darrow, Longor's actions were as conspicuous as a lantern in the middle of the night.

With the power of his fist, Darrow raised his hand, took Longoer aside, then squatted down, and after a little power, he kicked and hit the bull's-eye.

Who is the bull's-eye? The bull's-eye is Longor. Longor was directly kicked by this kick, and his figure was directly distorted.

"Don't underestimate me, Longor!!"

I saw Longor's veins bulge, and he held the blow with his chest upright. At the same time, he held Darrow's legs firmly with his right hand, and at the same time made a fist with the other hand, and slammed it on Darrow's body.

Darrow was hit right on the spot with a punch, and flew straight out, falling to the other side of the arena.

"Sure enough, opponents in the regular season should not be underestimated."

Darrow patted the windbreaker on his body, dusted off the dust on his body, got up from the ground, took the revolver from his belt, and walked to a position ten meters away from Longor.

"This guy is a shooter!!" Longor said in shock.

He couldn't imagine that the person who fought with him just now would be a gunslinger. Didn't it mean that gunslingers are not good at close combat?

Originally, Darrow didn't want to use spear skills and fruit abilities in the game, but after watching Tim's game, Darrow changed his mind, and he also wanted to see if he could integrate shooting skills into his own battles middle.

Darrow pulled out the magazine containing the special bullets, and then pushed in the magazine containing the ordinary bullets.

Darrow didn't want to use special bullets, and the reason was very simple. He didn't want to expose his abilities in public. After all, there were still a few guys from the CP organization watching over him.

The other reason is that it is unnecessary. This Longor is not a villainous person. The bullet is too powerful, and it is not good to hit the flesh and blood.

Like Tim, Darrow began to dual-wield the revolver, raised the head of the gun to aim at Longor, and then pulled the trigger six times with both hands in an instant. Twelve bullets flew out almost simultaneously, pulling out a series of beautiful shots. gun line.

Seeing the barrage of twelve bullets flying towards him, Longor's scalp felt numb, and his feet began to cross and jump continuously, trying to avoid the round of bullets by running irregularly.

But is it useful?

Darrow has a rare eye for knowledge. As long as Darrow is willing, even twelve bullets don't need to form a barrage. Just twelve salvos can be fired at one position. It is impossible for Longor to dodge the locked one, but Darrow did not.

As for the reason.

"It's really hard to find a way to prevent people from dying." Darrow complained.

Thus, under the circumstance that Darrow did the mental calculation but was unintentional, only two bullets hit Longor. What's more, these two bullets happened to hit two of Longor's knee joints.

It can make him lose his combat ability without doing huge damage to him.

The other ten bullets landed at Longor's feet.

Ten bullets, one bullet hole.

"Victor, Darrow," the referee announced loudly.

The game ended with Longor's surrender.

"Daro? It's really interesting. I hope to have the opportunity to play against you." On the preparation stage, Tim said as he watched Darrow exiting the player channel.

Of course, he had seen the scene just now, and he knew very well how difficult it was. As a man who tirelessly pursued the pinnacle of archery, how could he not go crazy seeing this artistic shooting technique?

On the other hand, Darrow didn't have so much fun, and he wasn't even happy that he had perfectly "reproduced" Tim's Twelve Stars just now.

Because now his mind is full of his own little money.

"Sang Niruo, how much money do I have now?" Darrow hurriedly pushed away from Sani Ruo's private room, and asked straight to the point.

If Darrow's guess is correct, he will hear a very explosive number in the next second.

Sure enough, if Sonny didn't disappoint him, he swallowed and said in a shocked tone.

"About 8000 million... [-] million."

The game is still going on in full swing, but many people have already decided to leave.

"Going away, Roger."

"Well, let's go, the sky is going to change, go back to the tavern for a drink." Roger pointed to the sky, and said quite meaningfully.

"Changing sky? I don't think it's going to be a good day?" Jabba asked suspiciously.

In the next second, a huge dark cloud floated over.

random.

Bean-sized raindrops poured down.