Global Gamification: The Legendary Goddess of Gambit

Looking at the green-skinned arm presented to him, Zhou Zheng had a black line on his face.

Although the bet is indeed this, what does it mean to send it to him?

What does he need this thing for?

It may not be uncommon for people to send it to a horror house as a prop.

Zhou Zheng casually destroyed the frantic severed arm, then looked at the contestants at the city gate and said:

"Next!"

The woman who had talked to Zhou Zheng before looked at the number plate in her hand, and then showed it to Zhou Zheng.

"This one is mine."

Zhou Zheng: "Then come up!"

"I am in the same camp as you!" the woman said frantically:

"Come down as soon as you finish the special betting game."

"According to the order, I should be the next one. For the sake of the Transcendent's words, I will let you make the bet first. Why are you still staying in the ring and not leaving? Don't you know how many people are waiting behind you? ? Do you know how long I have been waiting?!"

The last sentence was what the woman was thinking. She had been waiting for so long, and she was about to get there, but someone else took her place.

Zhou Zheng glanced at the beautiful woman with pity, thinking that now you have waited a long time.

He has already entered the ring and has no intention of leaving easily.

Zhou Zheng said proudly:

"Now that we have entered the world arena, we can either become the Transcendent Guangzong Yaozu, or turn into a corpse and be buried in someone's grave. There is never a third option of ending in disgrace!"

Afterwards, Zhou Zheng looked at his opponents from the enemy camp and asked:

"Do you want to fight with me, a handsome guy who just had a big fight, whose physical strength has declined, who was beaten recklessly, and even the information has been leaked?"

"Or are you going to fight that middle-aged woman who is in good condition, has unknown information, has a bad temper, and looks like she is menopausal?"

"Grass mud horse!" A frantic voice came from the side, "Who are you calling a grumpy middle-aged woman?!"

But Zhou Zheng didn't care about these details, even though the middle-aged woman was about to rush up and scratch him.

Seeing that his opponent was still hesitant, Zhou Zheng's clone hidden in the crowd spoke:

"The knife this kid is holding seems to be the legendary Lord-Eating Blade~"

The clone raised its head, and the others immediately started talking.

"Brother, do you think so too? I thought I was wrong. I didn't expect someone would actually use this fierce weapon?"

One person said: "Hi~ Is it the legendary Lord-Eating Blade?! I heard that none of the masters who used this Lord-Eating Blade had a good end. They were all stabbed to death by the back of the sword. How could this guy? Dare you?"

"You are a very brave man who thinks he can control this master-devouring blade." One person sneered, "But I would like to see when he will die."

"I heard that the true owner of this sword sent the sword out to continuously bite the owner, just to advance the Lord-Eating Blade in this way." Another person casually told a secret. "This guy is just another sacrifice. He doesn't think he can really control the Devouring Blade, does he?"

"Hiss, the orange weapon has been promoted! Isn't that the legendary golden color? It's so terrifying!"

Zhou Zheng:......

He just came to do something, but he heard such important news unknowingly.

Under the bombardment of numerous messages, the opponent who was about to play finally made up his mind. He said apologetically to the middle-aged, ahem, beautiful woman:

"Sorry, my fighting style is more restrained than his, so I still choose him as my opponent."

woman:……

Gan! You've chosen an opponent, and you really don't follow any rules? She was obviously the one who came first!

But the matter has come to this, and the woman has no power to change the facts. She can only watch her opponent follow Zhou Zhengyuan away.

When the two met, they were not as angry as they imagined. They started fighting fiercely as soon as they met. Instead, they started chatting like old friends meeting.

Zhou Zheng asked:

"What kind of strategy? Do you also want to fight in front of Doucheng?"

"Your information has been leaked, but mine has not." The opponent showed a fox-like smile, "Since I am the challenger, is it okay to let me choose the home court?"

Zhou Zheng:......

I suspect you are fooling an ignorant person like me. How can any challenger choose a home court?

But Zhou Zheng still said magnanimously: "Okay, you choose!"

In fact, his hand was already on the handle of the knife. If the opponent chose an inappropriate place, Zhou Zheng guaranteed to chop off his dog's head with one knife.

The opponent pointed to the south and said, "Just go two hundred and fifty kilometers over there, and let that be our battlefield."

Zhou Zheng recalled the map and soon remembered where his opponent had chosen.

"it is good!"

Seeing Zhou Zheng's agreement, the two of them flew two hundred and fifty kilometers south together.

Of course, the journey was not so peaceful. The opponents were always on guard against Zhou Zheng's sudden attack.

However, the two of them successfully arrived at the corresponding location without any movement along the way.

Because this location really suits Zhou Zheng’s wishes.

Looking at the vast ocean below his feet, Zhou Zheng nodded with satisfaction. This place can be regarded as half of his home court.

He looked at his enemy.

This time the enemy was thin and pale-skinned. He was wearing a black robe and had a blue prismatic gemstone embedded in the center of his eyebrows.

After the two sides stood facing each other, Zhou Zheng introduced himself with a serious face:

"Although you probably already know this, I'm going to say it again—"

"I am Zhou Zheng, who is here?"

"..."

"Hahahahaha..." The other party laughed wildly, "You are such an idiot! You actually didn't take action midway, and instead successfully let me arrive at the home court I chose."

"Since you want to know my uncle's name, just remember that my uncle's name is Bishka. He is the one who killed you, and he is the one who will step on your bones to become a transcendent!"

Zhou Zheng: "..."

"Forget it, what's there to say to a brainless idiot?" Bishka's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Idiot, go to hell!"

Bishka moved quickly.

But instead of rushing towards Zhou Zheng, he rushed towards the ocean.

As soon as he touched the sea, a blue light lit up on the blue crystal between his eyebrows, and Bishka blended into the ocean, just like a flexible fish swimming freely in the ocean.

"Did you really let me enter the sea smoothly?! I am really a fool among fools! I didn't even use the skills I prepared." Bishka said contemptuously as he dived into the sea:

"Hey, high attack and high speed? If you can't even hit, you're just a living target! No matter how good your equipment is, it doesn't matter?"

Zhou Zheng, who was still suspended in the air, said softly:

"As expected, did you enter the sea?"

Then Zhou Zheng formed a seal with his hands, and Bishka also finished casting the spell, and both of them used their skills at the same time.

"Sea-covering seal!"

"Hai Long Chaos!"

The two of them released skills related to the ocean. With the blessing of the two skills, the entire sea became violently turbulent.

Bishka felt the turbulence of the ocean with shocked eyes, and felt that the ocean at this moment was much more active than before.

Could this... be my true strength? !

Labor and management are so naughty!

He said to Zhou Zheng, who was still dumbfounded in the air with his hands folded and his face expressionless:

"Quack, quack, you see, this is my true strength, it will be your honor to die by my hands!"

Bishka didn't care that Zhou Zheng didn't reply. He just thought that Zhou Zheng could do nothing to him in the ocean, so he could only stand.

Streams of water continued to rush towards Zhou Zheng.

Hundreds of sea stacks can form in almost a second.

Seeing that Zhou Zheng could only flee in embarrassment under Haizhu's attack without any ability to fight back, Bishka became more and more excited, and at the same time, he kept using words to put psychological pressure on Zhou Zheng.

A vast, ocean-like sound sounded over the sea, as if Bishka had transformed into the entire sea.

"Hahahaha, have you seen it? This is my true strength. The entire sea is my home field. The ocean is a part of me. I am the sea!"

"Hahahaha, just run away in embarrassment under my attack. Death is the only thing waiting for you."

"However, if you choose to surrender, I can leave you a way to survive. What about, surrender or die?"

Suddenly, the silent Zhou Zheng spit hard into the sea water.

Seeing this sudden attack of saliva, Bishka closed her mouth instantly.

grass! Wasn't this guy quite upright before? Why did it suddenly become so dirty? Fortunately, he wasn't there just now.

Zhou Zheng cursed bitterly:

"It's from Male Gobi! You have the nerve to say that you are the whole ocean? But it turned out to be just a tiny bit big. I thought it was a clone, which made me flip over in the sea for a long time."

Bishka:? ? ?

"Close the net!"

Following Zhou Zheng's roar, the area covered by the sea seal quickly shrunk to a few meters around Bishka, but its power increased exponentially, allowing Bishka, captured by the sea seal, to experience the pleasure of a drum washing machine.

"No...how is this possible...you must escape quickly..."

Bishka swam desperately toward the outside of the sea-covering seal, but it was only a few meters away, as if it was farther than the distance between heaven and earth.

At this time, he was still in the sea water, but he felt that his "sea water affinity" talent was of no use at all, and he could only be consumed by the whirlpool.

Looking at Bishka captured by Fu Haiyin, Zhou Zheng was also a little confused.

If he really wanted to end the fight, he could kill this guy now.

but……

Each fight lasted for several hours, and each one was louder and louder than the last. He kills each one instantly and resolves the battle in a few minutes.

Isn't this... a bit too hateful? What if no one wants to fight him next?

No, even if I delay, it will have to be delayed until a few hours later.

Bishka, please feel sorry for me now.

Wait until a few hours later and I'll set you free!

Bishka: ...What are you talking about? This is a good man. He actually let me live for a few more hours. He is the one... Good man, can you stop the washing machine? I feel like vomiting.