Global Gamification: The Legendary Goddess of Gambit

The little green-skinned headless corpse stood up straight.

As a headless corpse, he did not look for his head. Instead, he took out a mallet from his pocket and hit Zhou Zheng on the back of the head. If it hit Zhou Zheng this time, Zhou Zheng would definitely become friendly. He is the same.

At the same time, Kuang Luan also laughed loudly:

"I didn't expect it. My grandson said before that he wanted to practice the Wu Clan's Headless Technique. I didn't expect that he actually practiced it. Don't get excited. This is the effect after the Wu Clan's Headless Technique is mastered. .”

This sudden change suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

But just by taking a glance, the Transcendents present recognized the mallet in the little green leather's hand. Their eyes kept flowing between Madness and the mallet, and their expressions gradually became weird.

"The Divine Code Headless Technique, this is not..."

"Shhh, don't be in a hurry to say it. It's difficult for people to add a scene, and they have to finish it."

Seeing Madang's forced composure, and the hint of pride on his face, everyone felt the desire to complain.

Isn’t this special code your weapon?

I thought that after preparing for so long, I had arranged some powerful back-up plan! Is this the result? Directly lending his weapons to his grandson, is such a crude cheating method mocking their eyesight or mocking their IQ?

Do you think everyone is the same as you?

But for the sake of adding drama to everyone present, no one is too lazy to expose him now.

There was no one present who didn't care about Zhou Zheng.

The King of Elements wanted to help his boss Zhou Zheng speak loudly for justice, but after comparing his own strength with that of other transcendents, he silently shut his mouth.

Boss Zhou Zheng, it’s not that I won’t help you, it’s just that these people are too fierce.

On the battlefield.

Zhou Zheng had already felt something bad before a gust of evil wind came from behind his head.

However, the little green skinned corpse is not worth mentioning. The club in the corpse's hand is a real orange weapon.

And before handing it over to the little green skin, Frantic specially injected an original power into his mallet. The frantic club, coupled with the frantic original power, was basically equivalent to him personally attacking once.

This is the backup plan he prepared to deal with Zhou Zheng.

In the end, this brainless green monster still planned to kill Zhou Zheng with his own attacks.

Although the crazy behavior is an obvious violation, the crisis Zhou Zheng is facing now is real.

At this critical moment, Zhou Zheng no longer cared about hidden clumsiness and directly summoned his sacred armor.

With the sound of the 'bang' blow, Zhou Zheng was directly thrown out by the stick, hitting the ground and stirring up a large amount of dust.

There is no harm in smoke.

After the dust dispersed, Zhou Zheng was lying in the pit intact, covering the back of his head with his hand, feeling that his whole head was buzzing.

"What's going on? Who's hitting me?" He looked at the field blankly.

At this time, there was no one else on the field except him.

After the original power in the stick was exhausted, the stick could no longer launch a transcendent level attack, and the little green skin's body fell down again.

"The one with the special code must be the old green-skinned weirdo!" Although he couldn't find the murder method, it didn't stop Zhou Zheng from directly identifying the real murderer. At this time, he just had no idea to blame Madness.

Zhou Zheng said to the Transcendents on the tower:

"The little green-skinned monster is dead and the gambling game is over. I apply to implement the requirements of the bet! Also, he must pay the price for going crazy and disrupting the gambling game!"

"Haha, I knew this kid had some tricks up his sleeve." Looking at the intact Zhou Zheng, Chi Yan patted the King of Elements' calf and said with a smile:

"In addition to the Devouring Blade, is there actually a set of orange full-body armor? The main auxiliary speed has a weak survivability, and this set of armor perfectly makes up for his shortcomings."

"Brother Element, this little guy you trained is really good. Maybe after a while, he will also break through and become a transcendent."

Different from the relaxed and comfortable mood of everyone present, the frantic mood was not that good. He couldn't understand why he couldn't kill Zhou Zheng despite his several attempts.

"Alright, Frantic, it's time for you to accept the punishment for losing the bet." Prince Ming, who was sitting in the main seat, said:

"According to the stake in the bet, one of your hands will be lost, and as a punishment for your extravagance..."

Kuangran stood up suddenly. Seeing this, King Ming asked, "Now that things have happened, do you have anything to say?"

"That mallet is not mine!" Frantic said through gritted teeth:

"As my grandson, what's wrong with having an orange-level weapon? What's wrong with being able to do the Headless Technique? That human is just framing the situation! I'm not a fool!"

Prince Ming glanced at Kuangfan helplessly and said:

"Okay, in that case, according to the rules of the world arena, everything on the loser's body is the trophy of the winner, and only the body can be buried."

"Since the mallet is not yours, it is Zhou Zheng's trophy. Do you have any objection?"

After hearing the verdict, Kuangpan's eyes darkened.

That mallet is his most important piece of equipment. It has been with him for many years, and not even his wife has been with him as long as that mallet.

The fit between the two has reached 90%, and they are only a few steps away from the integration of human and machine. For Kuangfang, losing this mallet is more heartbreaking than losing an arm.

Originally, if he had waited quietly for the gambling game to end and not used the so-called backhand, the mallet could still be recovered.

Now it's better, Zhou Zheng didn't kill him, and the mallet was lost.

It's like stealing a chicken but losing a wife.

Frantically gritted his teeth and said, "No...opinion!!"

"Okay, then I will tell Zhou Zheng the news, and leave the mallet to him." After King Ming passed the news, his expression suddenly became a little strange.

"See for yourselves."

He waved his hand casually, and the monitoring circle released the picture of Zhou Zheng at this time.

"The mallet? I want this mallet to be used as a hammer? It's ruined. Let him destroy it completely now, so as not to come back and attack me, an old comrade."

Zhou Zheng stepped on the frantic mallet and held the Devouring Lord's Blade in his hand. Like chopping firewood, the Devouring Lord's Blade chopped on the mallet one after another.

Without its owner, the stick was unable to resist Zhou Zheng. After a while, the orange weapon was completely destroyed.

Even the wreckage was used as firewood by Zhou Zheng and burned to ashes.

And this scene was clearly displayed in front of Kuangpan. It was difficult to tell whether the old guy Wang did it on purpose.

Seeing that the stick that had been with him for many years was directly destroyed by Zhou Zheng, Frantically spurted out a mouthful of blood, his vision went dark and he fainted.

King Ming pointed at the madness and said:

"Everyone, take a look and take it as a warning. This is what happens if you lend your weapons to others casually." Then King Ming looked distressed and said,

"Oh, I fainted now, what should I do with the agreed bet?"

A Transcendent on the side came up with an idea, "Wouldn't it be better to wake him up if he faints? Maybe this guy is just dizzy and wants to escape the punishment of the bet."

"good idea."

King Ming nodded, and slapped the crazy face twice with his backhand, turning the green face into a pig's head shape.

These slaps are somewhat related to personal grudges.

Then looking at the crazy man who opened his eyes in confusion, King Ming smiled and said:

"are you awake?"

Frantic: "Lian, wolulian..."

"It seems he's awake." Prince Ming said with a disappointed look on his face:

"In that case, let's execute him!"

Along with a light wheel flying out, after dozens of seconds of cutting, the frantic right arm was cut off. Prince Ming also said with a sad look on his face: "Oh, I'm so old that I can't even saw a bone anymore."

During the dozens of seconds of execution, Kuanglan continuously experienced the process of 'waking up from pain - fainting from pain - waking up from pain'. It was not until the end that he was sweating profusely and staring at the ceiling with his eyes blankly.

After a long time, when he came back to his senses, the atmosphere of laughter and banquet returned to the banquet hall. The splattered blood was also cleaned up, and the frantic severed arm was brought to Zhou Zheng. The scene did not feel the same as before. Bloody look.

"I will definitely come back!"

Kuangran viciously dropped a classic loser's comment, and then left the banquet hall.