End Times Dust Light

  Lu Ziming has never longed for energy as strongly as he does now, but what can be done? The fact is clear, crystals can't appear out of thin air, they only exist in the body of zombie creatures, and the energy recovery in the body is extremely slow, which can't meet their needs at all.

  At the beginning, he was still preparing to use war to support war. Suddenly, when he counted it, he lost a lot of money in the business, and it was almost lost.

  Energy still needs to be stored. Normal combat cannot be counted on. Until the misunderstanding of energy use is clarified, it can only be used as emergency rescue.

  There is not much energy left in Zhuoma's body, but fortunately, he recovers a bit faster than Lu Ziming. By the end of the Xiahu Festival, the energy in the body just reached 100 units.

Unlike those mutant creatures, 10 units of electrical energy in Dolma can stun an ordinary person. If it is a super person, the effect will be a little worse. However, the Warriors Trial is not a life-and-death fight, as long as it can temporarily paralyze the opponent, even if it is 0.1. Seconds can also determine the outcome.

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  "Remember, you must look into the eyes of the opponent. His strength is similar to yours. Don't follow the opponent's rhythm. You beat you, he beats him. Let him follow your rhythm, understand?"

Zhuoma’s opponent in the first round was a fireman named Yani, a second-tier powerhouse and a second-tier firepower. The luck was good. The key is that Yani’s opponent didn’t put Zhuoma in his eyes and was arrogant as soon as he played. Be provocative.

  As Zhuoma’s only off-court coach, Lu Ziming once again acted as a super nanny, constantly cheering Zhuoma and analyzing his opponent’s weaknesses.

  Of course, the advantages of Yani were naturally ignored by Lu Ziming.

  The tryout is a bit of a boxing match. The two sides compete in a limited field. If either side leaves the specified field or is knocked down by the opponent, it will be judged as a loss.

  Dolma uses a wooden sword without a tip, which looks a bit funny, much like a clown on stage. And his opponent Yani simply swayed with his bare hands on the drums of the Mongolian war drum, slapped his thick chest, stood on the edge of the field exaggeratedly, and treated Dolma’s weird smile as he treated the trial as Mongolian. Bok.

  From the moment Zhuoma stepped into the field, Lu Ziming had to resign himself to his fate, winning or losing a game, there was no chance at all, everything had to rely on Zhuoma himself.

   "Is the boy who went up just now Dolma?"

   "It's the shepherd baby, how can he be a capable person, I haven't heard of his ability, so it's not a mistake."

   "It's not going to be wrong. You must check one by one when you sign up, and even if it isn't, there are so many people around you that you can still make a mistake."

   "Isn't it a joke that such a small child also came to participate in the competition? Did those who registered took bribes and deliberately released water."

   "Look at that Yani's arrogant look, this game is not to be seen, let's go to other venues."

  "……"

  In the midst of unknowingly speaking, Lu Ziming withdrew and walked out of the court. It was not that he did not want to watch Zhuoma's game, but had other plans.

  Gambling is the same regardless of whether it is a yellow race, a white race, or a nigger.

  Compared with the liveliness of the trial field, the casino on the side is also crowded and lively. Mongolians with strange accents wear felt hats on their heads and whips in their hands flying in the air, creating a tense and warm atmosphere.

  "Hurry down, fast down, in the 11th game of the first round, Yani played against Dolma, the odds are 1 to 10, fast down, fast down!"

  Although I can't hear what the dealer is yelling, I know the words on it. I asked Zhuoma what the credit of these people is. As long as I don't eat black, I can't beat these local snakes no matter how strong they are.

  Lu Ziming took out the only two crystals left, hesitated on Zhuoma's name, and had no bottom in his heart. Zhuoma was 60% sure that he could win that Yani, but...

The beard-looking dealer saw that someone finally dared to bet on Zhuoma, he couldn’t wait to press Lu Ziming’s hand on Zhuoma’s name: "Buy it! Will anyone continue to bet, 1 pays 10," After this village, there will be no such shop."

  "Who is this man! Betting Zhuoma, two soul stones, is it crazy?"

   "I haven't seen it, it's an outsider, maybe I was with that Zhuoma, it looks a bit interesting."

  The dealer is still yelling, but only Lu Ziming wins the bet on Zhuoma. “In the 11th round of the first round, Yani played against Zhuoma. The odds are 1 to 10. This is a rare opportunity. Go down, go down!”

  The surrounding gamblers looked at Lu Ziming with sympathetic eyes and laughed. Some people even patted his shoulder with greasy hands, asking him to continue to cheer.

  There are not many crystals. At least he sees it this way, but he can’t hold back the eyes of the orangutans around, especially when the other markets are mostly 1 to 2, Zhuoma’s odds are a bit horrible.

He has no trouble understanding those complicated eyes. If Dolma wins, he can earn 20 crystals. If he loses, two more crystals are of no use. It is better to take a gamble. This is his first time. Gambling, not nervous is fake.

  "First round, game 2** win!"

   "The 15th round of the first round** win!"

  "……"

   "Dolma wins in the 11th round of the first round!"

  "……"

Although Lu Ziming could not understand what they were shouting, the dealer would put the crystal in front of him into his pocket with a smile, and then reluctantly push the crystal into the hands of the betting gambler. When the dealer pushed 20 crystals in front of him, he knew that Dolma had won.

  The dealer didn't know what to say, these were no longer his business, grabbing the crystal on the table, Lu Ziming rushed into the playing field.

  A group of people surrounded Zhuoma, who had just walked off the court. Behind Zhuoma, a strong upper-body man waving his strong arms, roared angrily, apparently dissatisfied with the result of the game.

   "Road! I won."

   "What's the matter? He seems to be a little unconvinced?" Lu Ziming said he was of course referring to Zhuoma's opponent.

Zhuoma smiled happily: "He didn't even want to fight with me, so I stabbed him with a wooden sword, but I stabbed him, and he fell off the court, then got up and said that I was cheating. , But the referee has announced that I have won. He is not convinced. He wants to compete with me in private and bet on 5 horses. I don’t have any horses, so I don’t want to bet with him.”

   "Then what did the people surrounding you do?"

   "They want me to bet with Yani, and they will be the war horse, but after the victory, I can get a war horse, and I didn't agree. Lu! You said to bet or not to bet."

   Zhuoma is the only poor person who is left with him and his old wife, plus a dilapidated tent, a real "proletariat", so I am embarrassed to invite Lu Ziming to his house.

   "Betting, why not bet, but if you win, you need 2 horses, otherwise you won't bet."