The Highest Bounty

As soon as the news of the team's seventy innings of a second straight streak was sent out, the entire Ares arena was boiling.

In the seventy innings of a second straight streak, the scores of Guding and his team have soared to 5080 points, directly jumping from the 253rd floor of the Ares Arena to the 509th floor.

This kind of leap is not common in the Ares arena. Now there are five of them all at once, which also makes many strong people start to pay attention to the Guding team.

Many people with more than three hundred floors started to pay attention to the game of Guding team. They are more concerned about whether the Guding team can stand firm on the 500th floor.

Because in a streak like this, if the next streak is terminated after the streak is completed, the point multiple of the previous streak will be cancelled. Guding they are now a 70-game winning streak. If the 71st game is a draw or a loss, the doubling effect of the current 5080 points will be cancelled, leaving only half of the 2540 points. However, if you win in the 71st inning and lose in subsequent games, the doubling effect will not be affected. Therefore, the first game after each winning streak is a game with a firm foothold, which is very important.

Guding didn't take care of it so much. He looked at the challenge page projected in front of him. The challenge button turned gray and he couldn't choose. This made him a little confused, and after scratching his head, he asked the sea emperor, "Is the system broken?".

"Bad you! Can you take a good look at the rules of the game?" The Emperor could not help but scold. "On the day when there are more than three hundred floors, you cannot apply for the follow-up competition. The purpose is to allow the participants to cultivate their spirits and fight in the best condition."

"Also, after the 300th floor, the rules of the competition have changed a lot. The first rule is that you can only participate in up to three games a day. The second rule is that you can win more than three games in a row. Yes, only the maximum limit should not be higher than the blocked person by more than 100 floors. For a six-game winning streak or more, the blocking floor limit is raised to 200 floors, and for a nine-game winning streak, anyone under 1000 floors can participate in the blocking. If the blocking is successful, the blocking Players can get corresponding rewards according to their opponents' strength. "

"That is to say. You are now on the 509th floor. If you win three games in a row, as long as the people below the 609th layer can apply for blocking. If you win six games in a row, as long as the people below the 709th layer can apply for the blocking. . As for nine games in a row, the tenth game is obviously not to let people win. Even the strong players who have obtained the qualification to pass the universe and have more than 800 floors may shoot. "

"The guys with the pass-through qualification should be very strong." Guding grinned his white teeth. Obviously, he is more interested in stronger opponents. "Unfortunately, you can only match up to three games a day."

Gooding wandered around in the 509th floor arena and watched several games on the ring, without much surprise. The combat power of these people is also controlled by the two-star subordinate gods, and there is not much threat to themselves.

Preparing to exit the Ares arena, Guding suddenly glanced at a ring, standing a seven or eight year old boy. This attracted Guding's attention. Each layer of the Ares Arena is directly transmitted by the system. The little boy appeared on this floor at this time, indicating that his strength is qualified to stand here. But the opponent is so young, which makes Gooding want to finish the game.

Above the ring, the little boy shaved his head and wore a blue monk robe. His opponent is a strong man over two meters tall. His face was full of flesh, and he looked scary. The weapon in his hand was a heavy hammer.

The little monk was extremely thin, and after seeing his opponent, he was obviously a little scared. His eyes were always on the young monk in the ring. Under the ring. The young monk didn't look very old, just like he was 16 or 7 years old.

"These two are monks," the sea emperor reminded in Guding's ears. "Monks are a genre left over from the Buddhist culture in the Middle Ages. The Buddhist culture is very peculiar, focusing on practicing the heart and the strong soul. They think that the meat crust It ’s a skin bladder, so I do n’t value the practice of the body. But in the ancient times, the civilization of Buddhism split, and some believed that the strength of the body was also necessary. It was called the monk school. After the monk school appeared, Buddhism culture has also begun to emerge many strong people, because their souls are extremely powerful, so practice is more effective. "

Above the ring, the young monk quickly fell into a dilemma. He was always chased by his opponent, he just fled with all his heart, and there were obviously many counterattack opportunities, all of which were missed.

Guding can also see that the young monk is not weak, but he is a little bit timid.

"Sakyamuni, don't run away, fight back!" The young monk below the ring couldn't stand it anymore and shouted sharply.

The little monk stopped hesitantly, then closed his eyes with a heart, turned around and punched out a set of extremely neat punches, and each punch steadily bombarded his opponent. After twelve punches were completed, he opened his eyes, and his opponent's body had begun to disintegrate quickly.

Gu Ding nodded with satisfaction. Although the set of punches was too rigorous, the young monk was obviously proficient in this set of punches, and his movements were very smooth. He could hardly find any faults. Guding watched such a lap, but felt that in these few games, the strongest was the little monk.

In the ring, the young monk kept his head down and dared not look at the young monk.

"Your performance today is not as good as yesterday," the young monk rubbed the young monk's head. "Don't I tell you, don't you panic when you meet your opponent?".

"But I'm afraid ..." The little monk grieved.

"Are you afraid of losing?". The young monk raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Not afraid!" The little monk shook his head innocently.

"Are you afraid of pain?" The young monk then asked.

"Not afraid!" The little monk shook his head.

"Then what are you afraid of?" The young monk asked somewhat puzzled.

"But the man is so fierce, I'm scared." The little monk told the truth.

"Don't the master often say that the skin sac is a foreign object? How can you be scared by a skin sac?" The young monk taught, "Even humans are afraid, what to do if they encounter Zerg in the future?"

"Yeah, many Zerg not only looked ugly when they were alive, but the blood that came out after death was green and sticky." Gooding scared the little monk.

He can also see that the relationship between the two young monks should be a brother-in-law. The young monk's strength was not weak. Although his younger brother was not young, his breath was like a calm lake. For a moment, Guding was a little difficult to guess his strength. This made Guding feel a little strange, and walked towards the two immediately.

Hearing Guding's words, the little monk creaked and hid behind the young monk, revealing only a small half of his head, and secretly looked at Guding.

"My name is Gooding," Gooding introduced himself.

"Brother, Brother ... He is the boss of the team of five strong men in the seventy innings!" The little monk pulled the clothes on the back of the young monk and reminded him in a low voice. "They are interstellar pirates ..."

After listening to Guding's introduction, the young monk was a little afraid of Guding, and he didn't know whether it was because of Guding's strength or because Guding was an interstellar pirate. He kept hiding behind his brother and refused to come out.

The young monks naturally knew Guding ’s identity. The Ares Arena broadcast three consecutive news of the Guding team ’s winning streak in a day, but everyone in the Ares Arena heard it clearly. And after the Guding team's 70-game winning streak, the discussion about Guding continued.

But the young monk was still very calm, as if he could not see the turbulent lake surface, his hands folded at Guding Road, "Hello donor, little monk Naluo, this time I went out to practice with my younger brother Shakya.

"You are very strong and look forward to meeting you in the next game." Gooding expressed his wish unabashedly.

After listening to Gooding, the young monk, Shakya, quickly drew back his head, fearing Gooding would see himself and challenge himself. He completely forgot, only after three consecutive victories will he be eligible to be challenged.

After listening, Na Luo just smiled faintly, "The monk doesn't want to meet with the donor on the ring, in fact, he doesn't want to meet with any member of the donor team on the ring."

Naro's remarks are also true. Although he hasn't watched Gooding's game, he knows how difficult it is to win a 70-game winning streak, not to mention a second straight streak. He doesn't have to watch Guding's game at all, he knows that all of his team should be decisive. But he was also a little puzzled in his heart that he could not feel any **** smell from Guding.

"Well, that's okay." Guding is not difficult to understand this idea of ​​the other party. After all, his team is too popular on this day, and it is normal for the other party to be afraid. However, he also liked the straightforwardness and authenticity of these two monks. "Then wish you all luck!"

After some greetings, Guding withdrew from the Ares arena.

In the Ares arena, the young monk Shakya revealed his head. "Brother, is he gone?"

"Leave." Naro nodded.

"Brother, are you afraid of Gooding?" Sakyam suddenly asked.

"Not afraid." Naro shook his head.

"Are you afraid of the rest of their team?" Sakyam continued to ask ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ not afraid. "Naro still gave the same answer.

"Then you're afraid of losing?" Shakya touched his nose, asking with some anger.

"Not afraid." Naro shook his head.

"Why did you say you wouldn't meet them in the ring?" Sakyam asked a little puzzled.

"Because I don't like to meet anyone in the ring." Na Luo said his original intention. He didn't like fighting in nature, just for this experience, he must surrender his heart and make himself stronger.

Shakya may or may not understand. He scratched his scratchy head and did not continue to ask anything.

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[I always wanted to write a story about a monk, but I did n’t expect it to appear in this book for the first time ... I owed three chapters in August, and I owed another chapter yesterday. This is four chapters. 】 (To be continued ...) ()