Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

Dylan was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect the other party to come up and pointed directly at Caesar. From the previous analysis of the strength of all parties, Ymir is considered to be the best among the hundred players, especially his performance in the warm-up match. The performance is impressive.

"Are you sure?" Dylan wiped off his sweat. To be honest, if Ymir and Caesar were to be eliminated at the beginning, although it would indeed cause a topic, it would actually have a big impact on the follow-up competition. Impact.

Yimir stretched out his finger, causing the venue and the live broadcast room to erupt. He looked up at the auditorium, felt everyone's fiery gaze, and finally turned his head under Bi Jia's stare.

"I know, I know, don't be nervous, I'm trying to stir up the heat, do you understand the heat?" Ymir shrugged at Bijia.

Bi Jia gritted her teeth and said, "You better know."

Ymir saw that everyone's eyes were on him, and Dylan was still waiting for his final response, so he stood up with a smile, and spread his hands in Dylan's direction: "I was joking just now."

Dylan: "Huh?"

He blinked: "Then... are you going to choose?"

Ymir shrugged indifferently, and without looking carefully at the other contestants, he casually pointed to the person sitting to his left: "This is it."

The face of the contestant on the left changed slightly, and Caesar, who was about to stand up, raised his eyebrows.

In each Nebula Cup, there will be more or less difficult players, and Dylan is used to it. He thought that Ymir was just trying to use Caesar to attract the attention of the audience. Seeing that he had changed his opponent, he was shocked. Ran smiled, and after reconfirming that it was correct, he began to introduce the situation of the selected players to the audience.

Ymir looked like he didn't care about anyone, he didn't shake hands with the other party, and went straight to the ring.

Caesar turned his attention to the two of them, was silent for a few seconds, and finally whispered: "This person...he is going to win."

He guessed right, Ymir would indeed win, but he never expected that it would be so easy.

The two players on the field were both sentries, but Ymir was acting carefree, while his opponent had a serious expression. The audience felt that Ymir was a bit exaggerated—no matter how powerful he was, he shouldn't be so careless.

But a few seconds later, when the two of them completely fought each other, the audience felt a powerful sentinel coercion shaking at the same time.

Coercion is more invisible than tangible. It is the embodiment of the strength of the sentinel. Therefore, the stronger the coercion, the stronger the coercion will be. Some even have the idea of ​​surrender psychologically.

Ymir did not avoid the opponent's attack at all. Seeing that the opponent's hand was about to touch his neck, he smiled lightly. The afterimage of that smile fell into the opponent's eyes. Laughter came from behind, and I was suddenly shocked.

How could it be so fast?

As a sentinel, his five senses are equally excellent. As long as there are traces to follow, it is absolutely impossible for him to miss the opponent so easily.

Not only him, but also the audience on and off the field were stunned at the same time.

Caesar and Oswald suddenly sat up straight, and before they could make a sound, they saw Ymir, who quietly appeared behind the opponent, grinning, with five fingers like claws, and twisted the opponent's unretracted hand with a clack. A weird shape.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and even Dylan, who was in charge of the commentary, had no time to react. He heard the contestant yell out horribly. The sound was amplified dozens of times through the loudspeaker, shocking everyone who witnessed the scene. be terrified.

Caesar frowned. He saw the monitoring robot at the edge of the ring, but he didn't make a sound to stop it. He guessed that the injury hadn't reached the alert value yet.

Just thinking about it, I saw Ymir on the stage also glanced at the robot, and a cruel smile flashed across his eyes.

"It seems that I shot a little lightly." His voice was unhurried, and the terrifying sentry pressure was transmitted along with his voice. Some people in the audience were shocked, as if possessed by a demon. Being deterred, a strange resonance circulated between them, stimulating the buds that broke ground in their bodies.

Andre, who was sitting in it, shook his head, feeling in a trance for a moment. Before he had time to figure out what that strange feeling was, he saw Ymir's shoulder move on the field—a hiss, and bright red blood Spraying and splattering, the terrible color pierced into his eyes, triggering a hidden hint in his mind.

The contestant who lost an arm in an instant staggered and fell, he was torn obliquely from the shoulder all the way to the waist, and even the cry of pain became broken now.He stared at Ymir with a pair of empty eyes, sweating profusely, only to get a grin from the other side.

Caesar, who saw everything in his eyes, gasped.

Shouts and uproar resounded throughout the arena, and the robot, which had not moved for a long time, seemed to wake up, and rushed forward with a red light flashing. They formed a robot wall between Ymir and the contestant, and the damage exceeded The warning value alarm rang together.

Ymir looked at them and waved his hands innocently: "I'm sorry, sorry, I saw that you didn't respond just now, so I used a little more strength, but I didn't expect that the force exceeded the standard again."

He put on a very cooperative look, standing aside and watching the medical team lift the injured player down.

The eyes of all the contestants and spectators were on him, and there was a question in everyone's mind - what is going on with this man?

His speed is unimaginable, and the strength of his shots is also extraordinary. The barrage of voices discussed in the live broadcast room of the game exploded, and some technical emperors even opened posts to study Ymir's ability level.

[This injury...is it a bit serious? 】

[If you use the medical cabin to treat it immediately, it can be connected immediately... But it almost tore the person in half, right? 】

[Does the referee not give a penalty?This must exceed the damage warning value]

[But he stopped immediately after the robot called to stop...no further damage was done]

Everyone was discussing in the live broadcast room. Similarly, Nishizawa, who was selected as the chief, was also thinking about it.

"It is estimated that there is no way to impose a heavy penalty." Oswald next to him said.

Caesar frowned, but had to agree with him.

The Nebula Cup has a set of coping mechanisms for player injuries. When the amount of damage does not reach the warning value, the robots will not step forward to stop them, but when the damage exceeds the warning line, they will rush forward. The game will impose a severe penalty on death , but the penalty for injury is relatively lighter, because the game is in full swing, and injury is inevitable. As long as the robot stops in time when it stops and does not cause secondary damage, then most likely it will only receive a yellow card warning.

Sure enough, after Dylan communicated with the referee, the announced result was about the same as Caesar's thought, and Ymir only received a warning.

There was a rare trace of anger in Caesar's eyes: "He did it on purpose, don't talk to me about being careless."

No amount of smiles or explanations could cover up the killing intent on Ymir's body, and he could distinguish it.

"What do you think of his level?" Caesar whispered.

Oswald looked at Ymir who had no objection to the warning in the stands: "This speed and strength are at least at the level of a quasi-S-rank sentinel."

However, according to official information, Ymir has no binding guide yet, and is just a quasi-A-level sentinel.

And he was quite comfortable with that move just now, obviously he still has spare strength, and his strength may not be more than quasi-S rank.

The expressions of the contestants present became serious, and some people were already worried that Ymir would pick him next.

Ymir's eyes fell on their faces, examining his prey like a king standing at the top of the food chain. He didn't have much interest in who the next contestant would be. All he needed to do was to show off his abilities and let Those people see better.

He casually picked another player under Dylan's reminder, and this time he acted more freely. Although he didn't tear his opponent apart like before, he also effortlessly killed him with one move. Coughing up blood like crazy.

Unilateral sling.

A tense atmosphere began to permeate the players' bench.

I thought that what I saw would be a well-matched match, but what I didn't expect was a one-sided overwhelming slam.

The [-] contestants in the final of the Nebula Cup are the best in each galaxy, and their strengths are recognized. Now the two contestants are like weak chickens being held in the hands of Ymir. Everyone is amazed, and the bottom of the heart is a little hairy.

There are all kinds of beings, and the young officer standing in the shadow on the sidelines took the expressions of the contestants into his eyes, and there was a faint smile in the corner of his mouth.

"Peace is really a good thing, and what you raise is just some waste from outsiders."

He said to himself, looking up at the auditorium, the faces of 50 spectators were almost hidden in the shadows, but if you look carefully, you will find that the eyes of some of them have gradually started to turn red.

"Wake up, I can't wait."

His deep voice was scattered among the exclamations, and Ymir on the field easily abused another player, took the lead, and obtained the first qualification for promotion.

As if he had gone out for a stroll, he came down from the arena with his hands in his pockets and returned to his seat, whistled to the sullen Bijia, and said with a smile: "I told you, don't be nervous. Have you advanced yet?"

Bi Jia snorted, frowned, and was about to teach him a few words, when the main light curtain flickered, and the name of the second contestant drawn by the referee was displayed.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, her eyebrows twitched, and somehow she had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room, which was made a bit weird by Ymir's performance, boiled again.

The second player who was randomly drawn was - Nishizawa!

Bi Jia's gaze fell to the side of the player's bench, and she saw Caesar patted Oswald's shoulder and stood up. He had a smile on his face, but there was a trace of coldness in that smile. After he left his seat, he stood up. Instead of walking towards the ring, he turned around and walked towards the other side of the contestants' seats step by step.

Ymir, who slumped casually in his position with his eyes closed and rested, suddenly felt a sense of danger approaching him.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and met Caesar who was looking down at him from above.

There was anger brewing in the smiling eyes of the other party, and a trace of sarcasm floated in the calm voice.

"What? You only dare to find fault with others, not me?"

Caesar loosened his finger bones and stopped restraining his aura, allowing the coercion on his body to fully unleash with the sensory field, and withstood Ymir's coercion without retreating.

"It's just you." He smiled, "I won't be so cowardly that I will change to another player."

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_Ah, I wanted Nishizawa to be cool, but the prediction was wrong, so I had to move on to the next chapter