midnight ten

The temperature around He Lu was still dropping, and the cold air pierced through his camouflage coat, like tiny needles piercing his pores.

If it was like late autumn just now, it feels like early winter now.

He Lu's pinnae began to turn red and frozen.

The Guest.115 on the opposite side saw it keenly, with joy in his eyes.

"Your ability is to control the temperature around the target." He Lu spoke in the cold air, and as soon as he made a sound, he breathed out a series of white air.

Guest.115 couldn't hide his smile anymore: "Finally understand?"

The constant invasion of cold air made He Lu's brain clearer: "You showed me your ability on purpose, because you are confident that you can beat me even if you show your cards."

"It's not winning, it's killing." Guest.115 corrected, "Fighting with you, we can't talk about winning or losing."

When he said this, his expression was natural, and there was no deliberate insult or contempt in his eyes. It seemed that he was telling a very common fact.

He Lv believed that the other party did not subjectively regard this statement as a means to attack his will to fight.

However, the more this inadvertent sense of aloofness, the more it shows that there is a huge difference in combat effectiveness between them, at least Guest.115 is so sure.

"Don't waste time," Seeing that He Lu still wanted to say something, Guest.115 spoke first, and kindly reminded, "There are still 5 minutes, and the temperature around you will drop to the limit of your body, you better think about it." How to save yourself."

He Lv was thinking.

In fact, from the first time he saw Guest.115, he was observing and thinking, and from the first sentence the other party said, he was analyzing and trying to figure it out.To defeat a powerful opponent, one has never relied solely on one's physical strength and willpower to carry one's strength. Instead, one has to get a good grasp of the opponent first, and then be able to deal with it effectively, and then create vitality for oneself and strive for victory.

Looking at each other across the air, He Lu suddenly started, ran at full speed, and went straight to Guest.115.

Guest.115 knew that the other party was about to move the moment He Lu was fully charged, but he thought that the other party would run in the opposite direction, and even turned directly into a side alley.After all, the other party has broken through the checkpoint for so long, so it should be clear that any ability has an effective range. If you want to survive, you must first get out of the "cooling range". In other words, you must be far enough away from him, the ability controller.

As a result, He Lu rushed towards him without hesitation. What kind of way is this?

Using offense instead of defense, intending to use offense to interrupt his ability control?

"Interesting." Guest.115 suddenly looked forward to it. Originally, he was standing casually, but now he straightened his back slightly, which seemed to be a formal greeting.

Although the opponent's combat power is not worth mentioning, Guest.115 is a little curious about what kind of abilities such a strict guy has been assigned by the owl system.

Just when Guest.115's appetite was raised to its peak, He Lu suddenly started to slow down.

No, it's a sudden stop.

Guest.115 watched the other party stop about four meters away from him, and was immediately surrounded by great disappointment: "Scared? Don't want to attack me again?"

Either run away from the beginning, or try to be brave to the end, rushing halfway to repent, what are you going to do, wasting his feelings? ?

Guest.115 did not wait for He Lv to answer, because a cluster of flames suddenly ignited on his shoulder.

The range of the flame was not large, but it shot up extremely violently, burning from his shoulders to the ends of his slightly curly hair.

Guest.115 was taken aback, but he didn't panic. He put his hands up and "slapped" twice, and the fire was extinguished on his shoulders and hair.But the fire was too strange, and then he contacted He Lu who stopped four meters away...

115 suddenly realized: "The flame attack is your stationery tree? You ran here just to let me enter your attack range?"

He Lu still did not speak.

He won't lie, so silence is safest.His stationery tree is of course not a flame attack, that is Zhou Yunhui's patent, he just set the fifth-level stationery tree [You Foul III] to——

Rules: No attack.

Penalty for foul: Burning fire.

Guest.115 continued to cool down and attack him, and when the distance between the two of them got closer to the range of [You Fouled III], the punishment would be triggered naturally.

But punishment is just a means, what He Lu really wants is to distract 115 with a punitive attack, so as to achieve the goal of interrupting the opponent's ability control.

He succeeded.

The moment the flame ignited, the original temperature of the surroundings suddenly returned.

Guest.115 was unable to understand the endless twists and turns in He Lv's mind.Because even after thinking about so many things, Team Leader He is still expressionless, and he rarely even blinks his eyes. Anyone who looks at it will suspect that he is frozen there.

Guest.115 sighed. If He Lu hadn't spoken to him when we first met, he would have wondered if the other party was dumb: "This is a duel, even out of politeness, shouldn't you communicate with your opponent?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, 115 himself felt a bit of gangster logic, because every word he just said did not show any courtesy or respect to He Lv.

So he thought, the other side would probably retort next time, if he still pretended to be dead and didn't want to talk, he would at least cast a bunch of blank eyes to express his inner anger.

However, in the end, He Lu couldn't turn a blind eye to the constant inquiries, and after thinking twice, he slowly said: "I don't speak, mainly because I am afraid that I will make too many mistakes, or you will perceive my tactical intentions from my words." , then I would be in danger."

Guest.115: "..."

Why do you need to explain to him?Still explaining so seriously? !

"I didn't intend to burn your hair." He Lu saw that in the fluffy and soft beautiful hair on the other side, the lock that was scorched by himself was sticking out stubbornly, completely breaking the other's elegance, and he was a little concerned for a while, anyway. If you start talking, then explain it together, "I just want to interrupt your ability control."

Of course, Guest.115 knew that He Lu didn't attack with all his strength, otherwise it would have been more than just a small cluster of flames, but: "Are you out of your mind? This is a one-on-one battle, let alone burn a strand of my hair My whole head is burnt, and it’s because I’m not skilled enough, why do you feel sorry? Also, you just said that you didn’t want to reveal your tactical intentions, and then you told me that the attack was to interrupt my ability control?”

He Li shook his head: "I'm not sorry, ruining your hair is an unexpected attack effect, I just think it needs to be explained. As for attacking you to interrupt your ability to control, you should have noticed it long ago with your keenness , Whether I say it or not, it has been exposed."

Guest.115: "..."

Should he be upset because of the other party's self-righteous "I think", or should he be satisfied with the other party's frank "with your sensitivity"?This kind of communication mode of not knowing how to respond is so tiring!

stop--

Guest.115 woke up suddenly. This must be some kind of cunning psychological tactic. The purpose may be to delay time, or it may be to wait for an opportunity to sneak attack. He was careless and almost fell into it.

Gathering his mind, Guest.115 unilaterally and violently ended this dangerous communication, and directly restarted his ability. This time, he did not cool down, but raised his temperature.

In an instant, He Lu felt that the surrounding air became hot, and the heat wave hit his face.

The rate of warming this time is much faster than the previous rate of cooling.

In order to save energy, He Lu had removed [You fouled] when talking to Guest.115 just now. Now that he was attacked for the second time, he also arranged rules and punishments again.

Guest.115 saw that he was holding his breath, and knew that the stationery tree was brewing again, but it didn't matter, it was just a flame. He was caught off guard for the first time, so he was taken aback. This time, even if it was a fierce flame, don't expect him to stop drop……

"Shhhhh-"

The sharp sound of the air being pierced came at a gallop.

Guest.115's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked up quickly, only to see three ice cones swooping towards him, the cones were sharp and clear, with a terrifying cold light.

Guest.115 is confused, isn't He Lu's stationery tree on fire, why is there ice again?

The speed of the ice pick was extremely fast, and it was in front of him in an instant. Guest.115 didn't have time to think about it. He turned sideways, and the ice pick brushed against the tip of his nose, and "thumped" into the floor tiles at his feet.

The ice pick shattered and the floor tiles shattered.

Guest.115 touched the tip of his nose with lingering fear, there was a bit of damp cold left there.

"I seem to underestimate you a little bit," Guest.115 raised his hand and pulled his hair back, revealing a smooth forehead and a pair of sharp eyes, "Then next, I have to be serious."

He Lvding stared at him, not daring to relax for a moment.

Guest.115 lowered his breath, for the first time he was as serious as facing an opponent instead of a bug, and his mental strength was unprecedentedly concentrated. This time, he could turn He Lu into an ice sculpture in a few seconds!

The mental power was finally condensed to the extreme. Guest.115 locked onto He Lu, and was about to launch an attack. The ground under his feet suddenly became as soft as bread, so soft that he sank straight down.

"Hey?"

Guest.115 made a sound in surprise, but just after the "ah", the floor tiles had already reached his neck.The speed of the fall was completely beyond his imagination, and now his whole body was under the ground except for his head!

He Lu was still standing where he was, and didn't come over and do whatever he wanted just because there was only one head left in front of him.

But that head couldn't accept the cruel reality at this moment: "What the hell kind of stationery tree are you—"

Advisory room.

8/10: "Oh, I'm still swearing after all."

7/10: "115's temper is good enough, I would have scolded me long ago."

6/10: "What kind of stationery tree is this He Lv? Why did I forget?"

1/10 Tyr: "Rules."

6/10: "That's right, no wonder his attacks change from time to time. The foul penalty is set by him. Of course, he can set whatever he wants."

2/10 Demos: "Not necessarily, some rules that are too outrageous will be invalid even if they are established, and some punishments that are too weird will not be enforced even if they are set."

5/10: "It is related to the ability to manipulate the stationery tree. The stronger the ability of this stationery tree, the more you can let yourself go."

4/10 Sobek: "So his rule is 'no attack'?"

1/10 Vader: "Yes, as long as 115 attacks, he will be punished accordingly."

Sobek: "But the last time he didn't attack, why was he punished and buried alive?"

3/10 Paine: "Stupid, since the punishment can be changed, so can the rules. For example, change 'no attack' to 'no attack intention', then if 115 wants to make a move, he will be punished first."

Sobek: "..."

3/10 Paine: "Hey, did you hear what I said, why are you in a daze?"

Sobek: "I'm wondering when Guest.115 will find out the truth about the stationery tree."

Paine: "..."

All gatekeepers: "..."

The entire consulting room silently looked at the projection screen on the first battlefield, not too optimistic about the question Sobek asked.

After being hit three times, I still haven't recollected it, and the prospects are bleak.

But this can’t be entirely blamed on Guest.115, because the ability of “making rules” is rare in K star, and it belongs to a very remote ability direction. It is estimated that he will also be confused.

What's more, He Lv also has an "upright face" that can't detect any clues at all, which is simply a natural defensive wall.

While chatting, the gatekeepers suddenly realized that a colleague seemed to be absent from the discussion.

Everyone turned their heads in one direction, silently looking at Sif who had been standing in front of the projection screen on the fourth battlefield.

Sif didn't notice that she was the focus, because she was concentrating on the fourth battlefield. From frowning at the beginning to now, she exuded the danger that no one should enter.

The guy in the fourth battlefield is called Bai Luxie, and all the gatekeepers know that he once cut off a section of Sif's hair when she was guarding the gate. Since then, the word "Bai Luxie" has been used in front of Sif It has become a dangerous word, don't mention it, it will kill your eyes if you mention it.

The gatekeeper understands Sif's resentment. After all, it is the hair that he cherishes so much, and it is a great humiliation to be cut off by a bug.

But this Bai Luxie was lucky all the way, and easily broke into the sky city from the dungeon.

But for now, that's where he's at.

"That," 5/10 tentatively said to Sif, trying to make his voice sound consoling enough, "this guy will definitely not be able to pass this level, he has been on the battlefield for so long, and he hasn't even seen the face of Guest.118 arrive."

6/10 quickly echoed: "That's right, the dangers created by 118 alone have made him exhausted to deal with, and when his physical strength is exhausted later, he won't have to struggle anymore."

Sif slowly looked away from the projection screen, and turned to 6/10: "Would you like to take a closer look?"

6/10 I don't know why, but there is no need to get close, just adjust the projection screen of the fourth battlefield to the maximum, and move it to the center of the five projection screens.

So everyone can see clearly.

On the projection screen, the man who was fighting another wave of danger had a wicked face, mixed with excitement and happiness, and intertwined with desire and enjoyment.

If this is called exhaustion, then there is no intoxication and enjoyment in this world...

15 minutes ago, the fourth battlefield.

It was a boxy sealed space with a length and width of at most five meters and a low ceiling of about two meters. Bai Luxie slightly raised his hand and touched the ceiling.

The whole room is a pattern of black and white grids, walls, floors, ceilings, it looks like a magic box.

The noisy owl mechanical voice has finished announcing the rules, and theoretically, the battle should begin.

But there is no opponent in front of Bai Luxie, only a black door.

The door is about two people wide and about 1.8 meters high. It looks chunky and squat. It stands in the center of the black and white grid room, making it look more like a magic scene.

Bai Luxie quite likes magic, to be exact, he likes all unknown things.

But this kind of unobstructed narrow battlefield is very annoying, and the fight is not enjoyable, and the opponent has not yet shown up, and it is even more boring to shrink his head.

But—no one, and the door is fine.

Bai Lu stared sideways at the only "furniture" in this space, and kicked it up.

The door panel opened in response, and Bai Luxie was sucked into the black door all at once.

As soon as a person enters the door, the vision suddenly opens up.

There is a jungle inside!

Thick but oddly shaped trees blot out the sun, and clumps of vines wind their way into the dark depths of the jungle.The damp soil has a rotten smell, and a few rays of light that are difficult to penetrate through the shade of the leaves cast a few mottled light spots on the ground, illuminating the occasional reptiles passing by.

Bai Lu squatted down obliquely, and carefully watched the whole process of the crawler's passage.

He likes this place so much, especially compared with the previous magic box, this place is simply an ideal battlefield, a paradise in the battlefield.

Aiwujiwu, strange trees and thick vines have become very pleasing to the eye, and reptiles are even more cute because they can move by themselves.

Reluctantly watching the little reptile go, Bai Luxie prepared to walk around again to see what else is interesting here.

But before he had time to get up, he heard a series of strange "clicks", as if he was... chewing wood?

The sound came from the direction where the little reptile disappeared.

Bai Lu squatted there obliquely, without even turning his head, he continued to keep his eyes on the little reptile before.

Not far away, a tall and strange tree gradually tilted, and the trunk hit him straight.

Bai Luxie stared blankly for a couple of times before rolling on the ground.Fortunately, the speed was fast enough, Gu Lulu rolled out several laps, and escaped from the danger zone at the last moment.

The strange tree fell down with a bang, and the thick trunk just pressed on where he was before.

The tree was gnawed off, and the sharp tooth marks were unevenly interlaced at the break.

Behind the broken stump, a huge insect monster was turning around to look at him with a pair of big eyes occupying half of its head.Apart from the eyes, that head has a mouth, in which the debris of the tree trunk is still sizzling, and the six thin legs with barbs are propped on the ground, which has no aesthetic feeling, even if there are two cute tentacles on the head, it will not help.

Bai Lu leaned up and looked at it from the air for a long time, with an undisguised dislike.

The little reptile has grown up and is not cute anymore.

The author has something to say: the insect monster who tried his best to gnaw down the trees in an attempt to scare the opponent is humming in his heart.