Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

After all, Caesar is also a small boss of Xunxing, and he knows the strengths and weaknesses of his subordinates, as well as their fighting styles and habits.

He still can't figure out why Andre's madness has anything to do with the so-called "enhancement" in the system prompt, but based on the few fights just now, Andre's shots still basically followed his habit.

The speed has become faster and the strength has become stronger, but the flaws are still there, and no matter how fast the speed is, it can't cover up some habits when shooting.

Oswald, who had knocked the other person out first, was about to turn around to help. When he looked up and saw Caesar's expression, he instantly understood what the other person was thinking. , but walked to a position where he could attack quickly, and made up his mind that as long as the situation was wrong, he would immediately intercept Andre.

Sure enough, Caesar lowered his center of gravity in the next second.

"1--"

He watched Andre's right hook, and opened his mouth to spit out a syllable.

The punch was burning, and at first glance, it seemed that it was hitting Caesar on the side of the face, but when he looked closely, Caesar had already turned his head to avoid it. He seemed to have expected Andre's punch. When the opponent's shoulder moved, he took the lead in responding.

"2--"

Andre missed a punch, and didn't close the punch immediately. He twisted his wrist as he swung out, and clawed at Caesar's deflected neck with his five fingers.

His movements are dexterous and self-contained, but it is a pity that he is facing Caesar who knows everything - the menacing attack was blocked by an arm that was already there, and Caesar grabbed Andre with his backhand With his upper arm and waist, he twisted Andre's arm behind his back the moment he turned around.

With a clack, Andre's right arm dropped limply.

This strike was heavier than Caesar's usual fighting training with the opponent, but Andre didn't even groan. While turning his waist and shoulders, he drove his right leg back, and his calf, which was as hard as iron, hooked to the west at once. Oswald frowned at the knee, and stepped forward subconsciously, but before taking two steps, he saw Caesar suddenly turn around on the spot to avoid the kick, bent over, pushed his shoulders, and Andre stood up in the air, threw his hand over his head, and threw him hard to the wall next to him with a bang.

"3--"

He didn't have any time for the person to react, he stepped forward and took off the other person's left arm, and pushed the person to the ground with all his strength.

"Is it right? It's three tricks every time! Let's see if you're still doing it!"

Caesar smiled grimly, grabbed Andre's hair with one hand, made half of the other's face touch the ground intimately, and rubbed hard for a long time.

Oswald, who was a step late in his shot, watched helplessly, and saw that Andre's swollen face became more swollen than a pig's head after several rubs.

Oswald: "..."

Caesar had the advantage of being an acquaintance. Although he guessed Andre's way of throwing the glove, the opponent's strength was uncanny. It won't be so smooth.

Andre, who was completely pressed to the ground, was restless and kept struggling. In order to save effort, Caesar simply knocked him unconscious with a heartless blow.

He stood up and raised his leg and kicked the opponent, making him lie on his back. This time, he could see more clearly. Half of Andre's face was swollen and doubled in size. Oswald stared at that face and remained silent for a while. For a second, I felt that I was kind to my subordinates at ordinary times.

He is actually a bit strict with himself and lenient towards others. He is unexpectedly patient when training his subordinates. Although he is serious and serious, he pays attention to gradual progress and leads his subordinates to grow through repeated exercises and corrections. He is not convinced like Caesar Just fight, teach a lesson with ruthless hands, and the style of growing up after suffering a loss is completely different.

Caesar had no sympathy for Andre, who had become half a pig's head. He touched his chin and thought about it, opened the terminal, and took a clear photo of Andre's front. If he can leave here smoothly later, he will call Make up your mind to send this photo to everyone on Starhunter.

After doing this, he carefully observed Andre from head to toe.

"It's very similar to the man just now. His body shape has changed, his eyes are red, and his strength and speed are almost twice as high as usual."

At this time, his voice finally leaked a trace of forbearable worry.

It would be a lie to say that he was not worried, he could give Andre a hard lesson, but only if he could see Andre alive and kicking again.

The gossiping Andre, the Andre who gradually strengthened himself from a low level, how could he be willing to see himself become like this?Strong is strong, but it is ugly strong.

Oswald took the changes on Caesar's face into his eyes, as if empathizing, and he felt a little sour in his heart.He thought for a while, walked over, and said, "When you mentioned the Eternal Coast just now, did you think they were a bit like those experimental subjects?"

Caesar came back to his senses and nodded: "Both sides have similar characteristics. If there are differences, the experimental subjects on the Eternal Coast seem to be a little more exaggerated. Their skin is swollen and red, and their eyes feel like they are about to burst out in a second."

He said something, and he picked up the clothes on Andre's arm, only to see a number 8 appearing near Andre's elbow joint, and the first crazy competitive player he saw on the Eternal Coast Same.

"really."

He said in a deep voice: "But Andre is obviously only here to watch the game, why did he become like this?"

He remembered the new set of rules that the competition system had just mentioned, and the other party said that 30 strengthened spectators had joined the competition venue.

Why these 30 people?Is there anyone else besides them?

This kind of sudden change of competition rules is obviously beyond the scope of the normal Nebula Cup competition. Why hasn't anyone stopped it yet?Obviously the president is here today, how could it be possible to sit back and watch this happen?

Caesar raised his head, and saw the camera hovering in mid-air not far away at a glance, and he became more and more puzzled.

He had a vague feeling that something might have happened outside, serious enough to thwart any power to stop this ridiculous game.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed that the red light on the camera seemed to be flickering for a while, and doubts arose in his heart.

This suspicion was quickly confirmed by the information received in the sensory field.

Caesar's complexion changed slightly: "Someone is here again."

Oswald also sensed a breath of approaching from far away.

They looked at each other and immediately stepped aside.

Not long after, another man with dull eyes but quick movements came over. Caesar and Oswald didn't give each other a chance to make a move at all this time, so they simply acted first.

The opponent is very capable after being strengthened, but facing Caesar and Oswald who are attacking from both sides, the effect is reduced. Caesar tacitly used ten consecutive blows to knock him down because of Oswald's obstruction .

"This won't work. I've been located by the system, and the camera is still shooting. These people know my location and will come here all the time."

He stood aside with his hands back, his chest was heaving, and he felt a slight pain in his arm, so he pulled up his sleeve and looked, and found that it was half red, and there were signs of bruises in some places.

The strength of these people is still beyond his expectation, it's okay to resist one or two, but if there are too many, he himself will have to be defeated.

Oswald was not much better. He obviously understood their situation. He took out a particle gun from the fainted man on the ground without saying a word, and pulled the trigger neatly without looking at it.

The bright light cut through the darkness in front of him, and went straight through one of the cameras.

There were two cameras at the scene, one was following him, the other was following Caesar, and the other only reacted after being bombarded to the ground, and began to retreat crazily with flashing lights, but it retreated quickly, Oswald His gun is faster, and no one can escape his shot, not even a machine.

Calais VI, who had been watching the live broadcast, stood up abruptly.

How satisfied he was with the pictures of other players, how dissatisfied he was with Caesar and Oswald.

After the two cameras were killed, the images of Caesar and Oswald disappeared in an instant, and Calais VI shouted, "Where are people? Send a few more!"

Graf responded behind his back, and was about to open the terminal to give orders, when Calais VI suddenly said, "Wait, what is the strengthening level now?"

Graf was stunned: "They are all about the seventh or eighth strength, and if they go higher, they may have a mental explosion. In this state, I can still control their actions through mental hints."

"Spiritual explosion." Calais VI's eyes lit up slightly, "Isn't that just right? What secrets did the alliance hide back then, why not take this opportunity to let everyone know."

He said and smiled at Graf: "Play them 'Song' again."

"But playing the 'song' will cause a mental explosion, and they will completely go berserk... I can no longer control them through hints..." Graf said in surprise, after seeing Calais VI's half-smile expression, he stopped. Nodding obediently, "Okay, I'll do it right away."

Most of the players in the arena were beaten into various embarrassments. Gradually, some were brutally killed, and some survived and began to walk and hide. However, before everyone could catch their breath, the arena suddenly became flat. gust of wind.

There seemed to be a subtler noise mixed in with the wind. Some people heard it, but some didn't feel anything.

Caesar, who was staying underground, suddenly raised his head and blurted out: "This voice—"

He looked back at Oswald, who was serious and obviously heard.

It was exactly the same as the voice they heard during that chaotic night on the other side, and this voice could directly resound in their spirits.

But this time, Caesar found that his spirit was not affected. He remembered that when the voice sounded on the cliff of the Interstellar Academy, he almost lost his mind, but now, he didn't feel anything.

Just feeling puzzled, the few people lying on the ground seemed to be pressed by some kind of mechanism, gasping for breath, their bodies swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye while shaking, their skin began to flush, and their opened eyes were even more so. It's reddened and protruding more and more outward.

A powerful spiritual force immediately spread from those people.

Oswald quickly deployed the mental barrier, building a high wall around him and Caesar.

As a powerful sentinel, this spiritual barrier is strong enough, but it is still not enough to see the erupting spirit. Seeing the surface of the barrier tremble faintly, Oswald gritted his teeth, vaguely feeling that his spirit was also a little bit affected .

At this moment, a wave of abundant spiritual force spread from his side, suddenly passed through the mental barrier, and collided with those erupting spirits head-on.

Caesar's eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of light, and his spiritual power spontaneously formed a huge spiritual net, which caught every spiritual power that tried to rush to him.

The author has something to say:

Caesar: Tun Tun Tun!I like swallowing spiritual power the most.