[Comprehensive] Full-level boss pretending to be new

Why didn't the fat man reply to my message?

Qi Ya originally thought that he would get a quick reply after sending out this message, but he didn't expect that it would be a day, two or three days... Mi Chi seemed to die at home, but with his personality, it's okay to die in the house Surprising.

"Qi Ya, it's almost time to go out."

Komaeda and Qiya, who had monopolized half of the match-fixing market, had already moved out of the standard room in the Sky Arena and rented a two-story villa outside.

When they looked at the house, they thought it would be very expensive, but they didn't expect it to be outrageously cheap. If they looked into the reason, it was because of the Sky Arena.

Surrounded by such a group of thugs, ordinary people can only stay at home and tremble, fearing that one day they will be broken into and robbed of their money, and taking their lives is the worst outcome.

Similar things have happened before. Players who lost the game went into the homes of ordinary people and massacred residents, which caused a very bad impact. Since then, the residential area around the Sky Arena has gradually become empty. Some of the houses are rented to people like Komaeda.

"Got it, I'll be here right away."

Today is a very important match for Qi Ya, and the person who fights him is a player selected by Komaeda.

This person also seems to come from a family of killers, but he came out to practice at a much older age than Qi Ya. The 16-year-old boy is like a newly sprouted willow, so tender that it can be squeezed out of water.

Compared with the small bun-faced Zhengtai like Qi Ya, such a slender boy is more popular to some extent.

Therefore, today's call forces can be said to be quite distinct. The supporters on both sides occupy one side, and they start to shout loudly before the game starts, for fear that their encouragement will be lowered and the players they support will lose.

To be honest, Qi Ya would rather they shut up than their cheering.

Your eardrums are about to burst, okay?

Before I left home, I thought my mother's screams were the limit of the world, but I never thought that there were even higher decibels waiting here. I guess I could smile at my mother's sonic attack after returning home.

Komaeda is still sitting in the commentary seat, he has become a professional commentator of Qi Ya, in fact, even if he does not say anything, and completely entrusts the commentary task to the person next to him, the fans are very satisfied.

You can see both Xiao Qiya and Big Gray Grid, one money for two satisfactions, what do you mortals who don’t follow stars know?

When the players and commentators were in place, the screams and shouts on the field froze in an instant, and then broke out to a new height.

Qi Ya's opponent, a young man in traditional clothes shook his body slightly, as if he felt such eager cheers for the first time.

"Are you scared?"

Shaking his hands, Qi Ya put on a smiling face that he thought was very handsome: "It won't happen in the future, because you are destined to be defeated by me."

This habit of speaking at the beginning was also forcibly cultivated, because the domineering declaration and his appearance formed a strong contrast. Every time he finished speaking, some of the onlookers would always faint.

How much is Qi Ya's cutie per catty, sister, I'm not short of money!

The referee looked at the other person, a boy whose registered name was simply "Sen Lan", expecting the other party to say the same thing.

"Can't understand."

In the sight of everyone, Sen Lan uttered two words that he had said countless times.

By the way, this young man from a foreign country seems to be still illiterate. Every time he was provoked by his opponent on stage, he would reply with a sentence that he didn't understand.

"...The game starts now!"

The referee took control of the whole field. She stood in the center of the field, waved her hand quickly, and retreated quickly at the same time. Sure enough, when she retreated to the sidelines, the two people on the field had already started to fight.

Instead, the two assassins chose to confront each other head-on. In the pre-match research, Komaeda and Qi Ya analyzed Mori Arashi's weaknesses.

In short, it is an enlarged version of Qi Ya. He is not good at what you are weak at, but at what you are good at, he may be better than you. After all, depending on the age of the person, he will eat more rice than you for a few years .

Encountering such a strong enemy, Qi Ya became excited instead.

It is different from the deliberate release of water in the counterfeit match. This time, the opponent who fought against him was a true match. Qi Ya's hardened nails collided with the opponent's dagger, and it was only when the iron was wiped out. spark.

The assassin's shot is dancing on the tip of the knife, but there is a wave of romance in every man's heart.

The current game provides just such an opportunity.

"It can be seen that two people are carefully testing each other."

The commentator gave up the hot-blooded style he was good at, and looked like I was sexually frigid: "Contestant Senlan took out another weapon from his waist, what should our contestant Qiya do?"

What can Qi Ya do, of course, continue to hit him.

The speed of the two people has been brought to the extreme, and the ten times slowed down version of the most exciting clips is also displayed on the big screen next to it, so that those who can't keep up can see the details.

Stab, sweep, tease, dial...

In the short contact, the two people who were fighting each other used their best skills. This is a move that has been fused into their flesh and blood since childhood, and they know how to use it without thinking about it.

They didn't blink for a long time. In this kind of battle, the blink of an eye will become a chance for the opponent to come back.

Mi Ji stood in the last row of the auditorium with popcorn in his arms. Having completed the task ahead of time, he spent a lot of money to buy a ticket from the scalper. The worst position was sold at the price of an ordinary row. , which surprised Mi Ji a little.

When he saw the two people on the field, he didn't even bother to eat popcorn.

That person with the veins protruding from his head and the expression on his face is really his younger brother?

I still remember Qi Ya's stern poker face when he left home, which was exactly the same as his big brother's expressionless face. It's hard to imagine that it's only been half a year, and his expression has already reached this level of agility.

By this time, the commentator had already shut up, and no one had the leisure time to listen to their nonsense.

Everyone is paying attention to the changes on the field, which side will retreat first.

Qi Ya, who had been fighting with Sen Lan for a long time, had to retreat first. His nails hadn't been practiced well yet, and they were already showing signs of cracking after colliding with the opponent's short knife for such a long time.

The ten fingers connected to the heart really hurt.

But without my right hand, I still have a left hand.

He took out his left hand, which he kept in his pocket pretending to be cool, and shook it, the nails hardened again.

The next step is not a frontal attack.

With a swipe of his feet, Qi Ya's figure appeared in any corner of the field.

"Fuck..."

Mi Ji was shocked, since when did their family's limbs still have this expression? Didn't it mean that at most the same movement of the same person can only be swaying around the target point, so that the other party can't catch where the real person is?

Among the dozen or so fragments of Qi Ya on the field, each one is vivid, making it hard to tell which one is attacking.

"Tips for carving insects."

Sen Lan's lips parted slightly, and he uttered a sentence from his hometown. Facing so many phantoms, he chose to close his eyes, put his short knife back into its sheath, and quickly spliced ​​out a long spear in his hand.

The point of the gun drew a circle on the ground, and he stood there motionless.

It's just that a faint breath drifted away, and a faint white mist appeared on the field, making people think that they were hallucinating.

"Oh, our contestant Senlan finally showed his second weapon. In fact, in the previous battles, he was able to use the short knife to solve the battle."

Komaeda answered: "In other words, Mori Arashi, who used this weapon, finally showed his true strength."

Qi Ya smiled, blinked his cat's eyes, and rushed forward with his phantoms.

"Who told you..."

This is phantom.

Komaeda helped him fill in the words in his heart. This is the latest move that Qi Ya has comprehended under his guidance. If the killer industry remains unchanged, it will not work. After decades of use, the old antiques passed down from generation to generation must also start. evolution.

I hope Shiba, who has seen this evolution, will not feel heartbroken.

This is the shortcoming of the old family. The tradition handed down by the ancestors can not be changed. Men, women and children have the same training method. This method is very effective, and it really comes from their years of training data.

But don't you think it's boring?

Qi Ya also thought so, so when Komaeda proposed that his limbs had another form of expression, he accepted the other party's suggestion without much hesitation.

He always felt that this person was a branch of the Hakka they beat the enemy, if not a branch, it was some kind of blood that wandered outside, and his limbs could be perfectly displayed by the opponent just by performing it on the fighting ring once.

I always think it's even cooler than his dad's hand. His dad's phantom doesn't have the function of moving by itself.

"True and false, false and true."

What Komaeda had said to him echoed in his mind, and he walked around with even more wonderful steps.

Can you spot me?

you fool.

Making a ridiculous grimace in his heart, Qi Ya's body flashed past in the phantom, and stepped into Sen Lan's defensive range.

"drink!"

The tip of the gun hit the phantom's heart almost at the same time. Others only thought that Sen Lan's attack had failed, but Qi Ya showed a somewhat surprised expression.

It's kind of like having two brushes.

One phantom disappeared, and the other rushed up again. During this period, he switched and drew the opponent's attack by the way. Compared with the dagger, Sen Lan's attack range is now larger.

"Your flaws are more obvious."

Sen Lan didn't care about Qi Ya's trash talk, and he couldn't lose his mind during the battle. That's why he chose to close his eyes. He also knew Qi Ya's moves, and his state of mind was not yet in a state of being able to ignore all provocations.

Then simply don't look at anything and try to crucify everyone close to you.

He didn't just stay on the spot and defend, facing Qi Ya, but the defense was far from enough, so Sen Lan moved when he realized that his attacks always failed to land on the real person.

Chi Ya was about to lose.

Komaeda made such a judgment in his heart, the training method of beating up the enemy was bloody, but after all, there was a thread left, the little Zhengtai who had not struggled in life and death was still no match for another person who walked out of the mountain of blood and blood.

It's just that Sen Lan is only 16 years old, and he still looks like an overseas foreign race. Where did he experience the mountain of corpses and blood.

Especially this strength, well, it really has the taste of the chosen one in it. With such achievements at this age, if nothing else happens, he will also be a bright star in this world.

The battle on the field became more and more fierce. Qi Ya, who was being pressed by the tip of the gun, his living space was shrinking. No matter how many phantoms there were, it was useless. No leftovers.

Are you going to lose?