Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Three days later, after 64 fierce matches, the first round of the elimination match ended under the personal observation of the Burning Emperor Cassius.

Half of the players advanced, while the other half left the field in dismay.

In the three days of elimination matches, the players showed their skills and created many memorable scenes:

The white bar in the waves was crushed, the Great Dragon was pierced by the ice cone, the rain city relied on the "three royal families" to defeat the vice president of the king, the flying witch drew out the seven-ring spell fireball to kill the enemy, and Singo defeated the big knife of the red scale conqueror in the air battle.

And Mantou also took this opportunity to accumulate a large number of video materials, ready to wait until the end of the game to release them together, and then eat a wave of traffic.

And his own luck was unexpectedly good. He drew an ordinary paladin player, relying on the air advantage of the flying dragon knight, and easily won the game.

In the contestant seat, Mantou, who had successfully advanced, put his hands on his waist and sighed in a deep voice: "There are so many heroes in this world."

"I didn't expect that I would reach this point after just a little effort."

Singo poured cold water on him mercilessly: "Nine out of ten of the top sixty-four players are professional players."

He pulled out a few arrows from the quiver and smeared an unknown liquid on the arrowheads.

"This time it's not about whether you are lucky or not, but who is lucky enough to draw you, which is definitely a good draw."

Mantou couldn't help but retort: ​​"I am an entertainment blogger, and I am on par with professionals!"

Singo ignored him, but looked at the tiefling staff in the distance: "Yes, the next draw is about to start, let's see if you are still so lucky."

Mantou puffed out his chest, pointed to the tip of his nose with his finger, and said confidently: "I have hard power to rely on, and I dare to fight anyone who comes."

"Haha, then wait and see."

Singo left a word and got up to line up for the draw.

Mantou took out the fine equipment made by the fire dwarves, polished its surface, and whispered: "Maybe I can enter the finals."

After a while, Singo came back with the bronze medal. His expression was a little strange. His face, which was always expressionless, seemed to be holding back a smile.

Mantou raised his head and asked curiously: "Who did you draw?"

"What? Why don't you say anything?"

Suddenly, Mantou seemed to think of a possibility. His face stiffened and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

"It seems that I am lucky."

While speaking, Singo directly showed the bronze medal, and the words "I'm going to eat Mantou" were clearly written on it.

Mantou immediately sweated profusely, his face gradually flushed, and he held it back for a long time before slowly spitting out two words.

"Wo Shi."

As a teammate, Mantou knew Singo's strength very well.

This guy stays in the game cabin 24 hours a day, holds a high position in the Red Scale Garrison, and runs around and explores ruins every day, almost taking all the resources found on the map.

Although Mantou shouts "Singo" every day and says all kinds of black fan remarks on the forum.

But even he has to admit that Singo's liver degree and skills are all maxed out, and there are too many trump cards to count - it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the strongest individual player.

What?

I beat Singo?

Really?

Although it sounds a bit embarrassing, this is what Mantou thinks in his mind now, how can he beat him?

Also [Red Scale Conqueror], Singo has raised his riding proficiency to +19, and has also learned many air combat skills, which has reached the level of being on par with professional mentor Alger.

Mantou's riding level is still hovering around +14, patrolling and catching people every day, mixing experience and contributions.

In terms of physical attributes, Singo explored dozens of ruins, drank all kinds of giant elixirs and physical transformation potions, and it is said that his strength has reached 19 points.

And Mantou played around everywhere, shot funny video materials, and attribute points were all given by the panel.

The only thing that can barely compete is equipment. Mantou cheated several rare equipment from the fire dwarf, at least on the surface, it can compete with Singo's rare set.

In terms of props, the gap is even more exaggerated. You know, Singo is a famous collector.

At this stage, he basically has at least one special prop that can be named, and his methods can be said to be ever-changing.

"How can I fight this? I was crushed by Singo in all aspects."

Mantou became more and more discouraged as he thought about it. He lay on the sofa in the player's seat like a wilted bun, his eyes dull.

No, he seems to have a trump card too!

Mantou sat up from the sofa with a carp jump, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and his eyes became passionate again.

Isn't he just a Xin dog?

Why not just give it a try, maybe you can win? Then wouldn't it be possible to win the championship?

"No. 00325, I'm going to eat Mantou."

The referee's voice sounded, and Mantou walked out of the player channel with a determined face and waved to the audience.

Humph, this time I will let you see my true strength!

With a mortal body, I will be on par with professionals. When the time comes, I will cut my wonderful performance into the video highlights and gain a lot of female fans.

When the barrage is full of "Mantou brother is so handsome", isn't it beautiful?

As the most famous video blogger on the "Erezegay" channel, Mantou is quite popular, but he doesn't have many loyal fans.

Most players treat him as a electronic pet, watching him for fun when they have nothing to do, and eating with his videos.

"It's Mantou, the old thief!"

"What? He also made it to the top 64?"

Woohoo, this is probably Mantou's last game, watch and cherish it. "

"Old pigeon, go back and edit the video! Also, don't bring your own private goods!"

"The king of heaven covers the earth, Mantou's charm is 5! The pagoda suppresses the river monster, Mantou is really fierce!"

The shouts of players came from the audience, but it was not the support that Mantou imagined.

He couldn't help but look up and refuted on the spot: "It's charm 9, hey, don't spread rumors!"

However, the players in the audience not only did not restrain, but became more rampant.

"He is anxious!"

"Urgent!"

"Mantou is red and warm, who will pour some water on him to cool him down, or drink some rock sugar and snow pear? ”

“I know you are anxious, but wait, who is Mantou’s opponent?”

“.”

No, we can’t be disturbed by rumors, these are all little black guys.

Mantou walked forward with a sad face and came to the designated position.

“No. 00005, Singo.”

The referee read out the name of the blue team, and the venue was in an uproar again.

“Fuck, S God?”

“Hahaha, Mantou must go back to edit the video now!”

“Mantou: I play Singo?”

“S God is great, no need to say more!”

“Xingo fans, stop it, it’s a mess to bully a newbie.”

“Wow, Xin Gou is so lucky, I guess I have to rely on the people behind to snipe this b.”

“Damn, don’t really let this guy win the championship, Xin Gou’s filial son will jump around again.”

“What do you mean? ”

Singo is a controversial figure. His supporters worship him as a god and think he is the guiding light of "Erezegai"; while his opponents hate him and think he is a complete bastard.

But there is one thing that both sides agree on - Singo is very strong.

So, no one has much expectation for the result of this game, and the real-time odds of Singo's victory are as high as 23.00.

The traffic of both sides of the game is not small, and facing this highly anticipated game, the commentator also cheered up.

"The red side of the game is the famous blogger I'm going to eat steamed buns. This player has 500,000 fans on a certain website, and his videos are particularly popular."

"And the blue side of the game is the famous strategy master, professional player Singo. In the last game, he just defeated the highly expected big knife player"

"It's interesting that the two players are teammates in the same team, and they are both [Red Scale Conqueror]. "

"There is a saying that goes, 'It's not scary to have the same profession, but whoever is bad will be embarrassed.' What kind of sparks can the two sides collide with? Let's wait and see!"

"The game begins!"

At the referee's command, the two red-scaled conquerors simultaneously rode their two-legged flying dragons into the air.

Mantou's tactics are simple - close combat!

If he fights at a distance, he will definitely not be able to beat Singo, who has the expertise of [Bow Combat Accuracy], so he must quickly get close and beat the master to death with random punches.

"Noodles, charge!"

Mantou shouted, and the flying dragon under his seat flapped its wings and pounced directly at Singo.

"Hehe. Want to get close to me? "

Singo sneered and clamped his legs together.

The flying dragon under his crotch immediately understood, flapped its wings, soared into the air, and quickly occupied the commanding heights.

Singo slowly pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver behind him, then bent the bow and put the arrow on it.

He pulled the [Hunter's Longbow] that had been refined many times into a full moon shape, aiming at Mantou's head from hundreds of meters away.

"Fuck?"

Mantou found the "Hunter's Mark" on his head.

He was very familiar with this thing. It not only had a tracking effect, but also caused additional damage.

As long as he was hit in the head, he would die!

Thinking of this, Mantou leaned over slightly, clenched the reins in his hand, and then shouted loudly:

"Noodles, turn right! "

"Swoosh--"

The arrow with a cold gleam cut through the air and headed straight for Mantou.

Miantou flapped his wings on one side and turned sideways in midair. The arrow passed through the surface of his body and narrowly brushed past his wing membrane.

Just when Mantou thought he had avoided the attack--

"Bang!"

The arrowhead suddenly exploded, and the poisonous smoke suddenly gushed out, enveloping both Mantou and Noodles.

"It's so damn sinister"

"Cough, cough, cough. Noodles, fly out!"

"Ah--"

Noodles roared angrily, flapped his wings with all his strength, and finally flew out of the billowing smoke

But his movements became a little slow and weak.

Mantou gritted his teeth and muttered, "No, we have to occupy the high ground to fight them"

"Noodles, climb! "

Although Noodles was disturbed by the poison gas, he still obeyed the order and flapped his wings vigorously.

Although Mantou was not good at bows and arrows, he still had long-range means - he bought a pistol from the wheelchair man on the battlefield.

Mantou took out the firearm from his waist bag, quickly loaded the bullets, aimed at Singo in the distance, and pulled the trigger.

My lord, times have changed!

Although cold weapons are romantic, I want to win!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

But the distance is too far.

And Singo did not continue to occupy the high point as he imagined. Instead, he began to dive and glide, flying around the steamed bun at high speed.

His speed was extremely fast, almost like a gust of red wind, constantly rolling, turning, and spiraling, as if he was performing a flying stunt.

Even the naked eye is a little hard to catch, let alone shoot.

Mantou fired several shots in the air and suddenly became a little frustrated, but Singo shot arrows one after another while flying at high speed.

"when!"

The crisp sound of gold and iron.

The arrow hit Mantou's breastplate, almost piercing it, but fortunately his armor was strong enough to save his life.

But there were also cracks on the "rare" breastplate.

That spiral arrow can actually destroy equipment!

Steamed Bun suddenly felt a huge pain in his body - that was a rare level of armor!

And another arrow with a strange shape exploded in the air, causing a huge explosion that made the steamed bun almost fall off the flying dragon's back.

"boom!"

There was another explosion, creating a mushroom cloud in mid-air. It seemed that it had predicted the position where Steamed Bun would escape, and almost swallowed him up, including the man and the dragon.

"What the hell"

Steamed Bun couldn't help but yelled. His face had turned black and the equipment on his body was in pieces.

"A little progress, but not much."

Singo stopped in the distance, smiled and shook his head, and then, a hint of enthusiastic fighting spirit appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"It would be a bit boring to end like this."

He whispered: "Then let me see what you rely on?"

Singo controlled the flying dragon to hover in mid-air, drew out the long sword from behind, and pointed at the steamed buns from a distance.

The meaning is obvious.

"duel?"

Originally, Mantou had almost no way to deal with Singo's disgusting kiting tactics.

But since Singo took the initiative to give him this opportunity, he might win!

"In this case."

"Then don't blame me for not practicing martial ethics! Noodles, let's go! Charge with dragon roar!"

Steamed Bun showed a passionate smile. He clamped his legs and leaned down, his body almost touching the torso of the flying dragon.

A nearly six-meter-long static steel spear was tightly clamped at his elbow. The sharp spear head pierced the air and made a hunting sound.

"Ouch——"

Noodles also understood the meaning of the steamed buns and roared.

He immediately tightened his wings, retracted his forelimbs, straightened his tail, and made his body into a streamlined shape that was most suitable for breaking the wind, and dived down from the high altitude at extremely fast speeds.

After experiencing countless charges, the combination of steamed buns and noodles has been engraved in the bone marrow and deeply rooted in instinct.

They swooped down like meteors, heading straight towards Singo in the distance.

"Shua——"

Singo also made a charging stance, driving the flying dragon and flying at high speed into the sky.

In just a few breaths, the two sides came to the front from a distance of several hundred meters, and the two flying dragons roared almost at the same time.

They both seemed to feel each other's hot breath.

"Roar--"

Two almost identical giant red dragon shadows appeared behind the two red-scaled conquerors, bringing endless power.

The two sides are about to collide!

Everyone in the audience held their breath and watched this scene nervously, and Cassius also watched with interest.

"Shua——"

A cold light flashed and blood splattered.

In the flash of lightning, Singo's flying dragon turned sideways in mid-air, like a roller, dodging the spear.

When the distance was less than two meters, Singo swung his sword diagonally from below and cut off Noodles' slender neck.

The roar of Noodles suddenly stopped, and the huge body was separated from the head, and was about to fall from the air.

The outcome is decided.

This is what everyone is thinking.

As usual, in a duel between red scale conquerors, the death of either side's mount means the end of the game.

As the saying goes, "Shoot the man first, shoot the horse." The knight who lost the flying dragon had no ability to resist.

Even the commentator said emotionally: "The game is about to end! It's been a hearty contest. Let's congratulate Singo in advance. Wait, what is that?"

The sudden change!

On the back of the headless bipedal flying dragon, Mantou suddenly threw off the reins and jumped up from the saddle.

"Since we can't win this way, then——"

"I'm no longer a human being, Xin Gou!"

Red scales suddenly appeared on the surface of Mantou's body, two huge wings sprouted from his back, and a tail protruded from his back.

"Roar!"

Steamed Bun just flapped its wings in the air, barely able to steady itself, and then lunged towards Singo with all its teeth and claws.

The commentator's tone was particularly surprising: "Oh my god, the steamed bun contestant turned into a dragon!"

"This has never happened before in any competition! Is this the Mantou player's trump card?"

"It's incredible!"

On the high platform, Tinia scratched her cheek irritably. She always felt that this power was familiar, but she couldn't put it into words.

Above the venue, Singo looked at the young dragon rushing towards him, with a smile on his face that said he had everything under control.

"As expected"

"Steamed Bun, I guessed your trump card!"

Singo raised his right hand, and a long-hidden crossbow appeared on his wrist, equipped with a sharp cross-shaped arrow.

That was the dragon-killing arrow!

This thing is a contraband in the empire, but he acquired several from the Thrace region through the relationship within the South Continent Company.

Singo aimed at the chest of the young dragon and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Swoosh--"

The cross-shaped arrow directly tore the scales on Mantou's chest and pierced his heart.

"Ah~~"

The young dragon transformed by Mantou let out a heart-wrenching wail, and then fell to the ground.

Singo stood on the back of the two-legged dragon, looking down at Mantou who fell, and whispered: "I'm sorry, Mantou, you were deceived by me, there are no friends on the ring."

"Hehe, I have collected all your information!" (End of this chapter)