This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"Three consecutive abstentions, you really deserve it."

Because of three consecutive abstentions, the game had to be suspended, and then the committee got together to discuss countermeasures.

Except for the weak chicken man who was recruited by Allen for special training, the other two players who abstained were hung from the ceiling, one began to perform hammer swallowing, and the other performed microphone swallowing.

"What should I do next? If this continues, the scene will probably be similar to the national football game. I don't want to be blocked by some fans shouting 'm, refund the money!'" The professor lay helplessly on the table, a plump honey Tao leaned beside him, tore off a thin layer of skin, and sent the tender and juicy flesh inside to the professor's mouth.

"The match between Iron Torrent and Secondary Siege Lion should be something to watch. Both players are mechanical, and it is estimated that they can play a grand scene of Transformers vs. Eva. However, both players are preparing, and the fastest will be It will be tomorrow." The super high school level fraudster looked at the list helplessly.

"How about the match between Longbow Guyue and Qingmei Gao?"

"If you can play, you can play, but the level of excitement may not be as good."

"Only 3l and the mysterious man are left. Who is this mysterious man? He appeared out of nowhere, and then made it to the top 16 out of nowhere. Although we didn't ban npc from participating, the appearance of this man is too suspicious. Did any of you fight him?"

Facing the professor's question, the players looked at each other, and finally said: "No, he seems to fight against npc every time. But the swordsman seems to have fought against him before."

"Who is the swordsman?"

"The strongest quasi-sword master of the Demon King's Knights is the guy who is dragged around every day as if everyone owes him a hundred million. He was born in the family of a master swordsman, and his playing is as sharp as dancing a sword, but he is thirty-two to sixteen. I was defeated by that guy, and then I have been going home and training until now."

"It's getting weirder and weirder. But being able to fight out among a group of NPCs should have some strength. Let's arrange for them to play in the next round. No matter what, just save some reputation."

So, under tremendous pressure, 3l was sent to the table tennis table.

3l, who was forcibly pulled back by the Weak Chicken Man, is still depressed.

On the timeline seventy-five years later, after learning that his master Lena was still alive, he really wanted to fly there immediately to check on his master's recent situation, but a bunch of mundane things stopped him.

After finally finding some free time, I was tricked by the weak chicken man to come here again,

Now he has the heart to kill people.

Swinging the racket, he said to the mysterious man wearing a mask on the opposite side: "Come to the end, I want to win the championship early and go back."

The mysterious man on the opposite side wore a whiteboard-like mask. He was tall and slender, and his slender fingers did not show any signs of martial arts practice.

He didn't speak, just made a gesture of please.

So, 3l kicked off.

Although the attributes have been suppressed, and the original constraints have been lost, 3l is still a quasi-juggernaut.

To be able to become a Juggernaut, he already knows his own weapons well. Even an ordinary table tennis bat can be transformed into a sword-like weapon in his hands.

Not to mention that he also activated his own psionic weaponry, and he also has the unique skill of turning swords into energy.

The ping pong ball he hit looked ordinary, but it had already carried his sword spirit while spinning outward.

It's not so much a ping pong ball as it is his sword light.

In the stands, the sharp-eyed swordsmen immediately noticed the unusualness of the ball, couldn't help holding their breath, and watched the scene carefully.

pretty.

Perfect.

The method of attaching sword energy to external objects is a very clever way to use the sword light. It is not that no sword master has thought about this before, but it always fails because the sword light itself is too strong.

However, the sword light is turned into sword energy, and then the centrifugal force created by the rotation is used to attach the sword energy to the outside of the object, so this can be well avoided, thus bringing unexpected changes in actual combat.

exquisite.

Peerless.

"Genius handwriting, I want that slime." An old sword master muttered, "The other side is finished."

But to the surprise of all the swordsmen, the ball was bounced back.

The sword energy attached to the ball was counteracted by the mysterious man in another way, and it was fed back in another way.

Various sword qi were combined on the ping pong ball to form a sword technique, which made 3l suddenly see a great sword master attacking him, and his slashing attack made him feel as if he was fighting in the sky and the earth.

In a daze, the ball flew past his face, and then fell to the ground in an ordinary way.

After wiping the mucus off his face, 3l showed an excited smile on his face.

"So, you are also a sword master."

The mysterious man nodded.

"I'm sorry, I underestimated you before, and I apologize for my rudeness. Then let me officially start. Quasi-Jugmaster 3l, I challenge you."

The mysterious man nodded, accepting 3l's challenge.

Thus, the game officially began.

To the uninitiated, this is a well-matched ping-pong matchup.

But in the eyes of swordsmen, this is a duel between sword masters who can last forever.

Every return is a counter move and a move, and every fumble is a sign that you are dead.

The sword energy attached to the ping-pong ball combined exquisite moves, sometimes with an antelope's horns, and sometimes like a shooting star.

Occasionally, the sword energy that leaked out would cause a nearby stand to be turned into dust, and all the audience had to retreat a hundred meters away, so as to avoid the sword energy that might come.

Although the priests of the nameless god here have promised that the panacea is in place and the resurrection ceremony is ready, if they die in an accident, they will be resurrected for free and enjoy a half-price discount for the next time.

But if you can live well, who wants to die?

The professor at the commentary seat couldn't understand what these two guys were fighting at all.

Although the scene looks very exciting, sometimes it will be a wave, and sometimes it will be a big one.

But this is no longer ping pong!

Can you respect the rules?

But looking at that mysterious person, the professor felt more and more familiar, and a not-so-good conjecture appeared, making him wise to decide not to speak.

Especially after seeing 3l activate the psychic arm and directly activate the Sword God, the sky and the earth changed color, and the appearance of everything turning into a sword made the professor feel that if he went up and announced that the two were sent off together for fouling, then he would definitely be the first one dies.

Is it not good to live?

Finding a pillow, he said to the rotten apple next to him, "Watch and let me know when it's over."

Before Rotten Apple could respond, he fell asleep in a second.

It was already dark when he was shaken awake by the rotten apple.

Rubbing his eyes, he yawned and asked, "Who won?"

"Mysterious man. But can you please take a look at your surroundings?"

"What's wrong with the environment, it's pretty good. The moon and stars are scarce, and the fields are empty... Fuck!"

The professor finally realized what the problem was.

The arena is gone.

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