Thriller Paradise

Turning back time, at midnight, another battle was about to begin ...

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[Tournament of the best S3, first round]

[Venue: Dirac's sea (fake)]

When the system announcement rang in his ears, the fourteen players from both order and gods were teleported into the scenario world.

It was a dark domain, boundless and lifeless, like a desert made of particles. There was no clear boundary between the "sky" and the "earth" here, and it was impossible to tell where the light source was ... However, whether it was the clarity of vision, the sense of space, or distance ... This place was no different from the outside world.

[The match will begin in 30 seconds.]

In a solemn and somber atmosphere, the candidates for the battle of the vanguards had already appeared on the battlefield.

The first player that order sent out was drunken melancholy.

In terms of one-on-one fighting ability, drunken melancholy was on par with Zen dream in the drunken life and death, slightly better than the other two. However, in terms of character ... Brother drunken only liked to joke around, but brother Zen was very "carefree" in both his words and actions. Therefore, it was a more secure choice to send lying drunk up for this important first battle.

Looking at the gods ...

The vanguard they sent was once their "secret weapon," bi an [Asura].

The reason why he added the word 'once' was because his strength was no longer a secret.

In S2, Asura had even teamed up with the top five from regulation to fight mirror demon. In any case, from the situation at that time, he was no match for any of the top five.

However, that was all in the past ...

After the battle in the mirror realm, Asura's original arrogance and conceit had been crushed to pieces. In its place was an impassioned desire to fight.

Those who hate their opponents after being defeated will always be the weak. Only by hating your own weakness after being defeated would you have the possibility of becoming a strong person.

Asura ... Obviously belonged to the latter.

When he realized that his talent was only average in the professional world, and that there were countless people who were more talented and more hardworking than him ... He changed.

He put away his arrogant Chuunibyou attitude and put himself in the position of a learner and a pursuer. He no longer relied on his boss (or [Shiva] 's [cousin]) identity to occupy the studio's resources. Instead, he relied on his own efforts to constantly hone and improve.

In short, the current Asura's strength was no longer the same as before.

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[Five ... Four ... Three ...]

The countdown of the last five seconds had already begun. At this moment, the two people on both sides of the barrier not only did not retreat, but they also came forward.

They were less than five meters apart, looking at each other through the invisible wall.

[Two...One ... Fight!]

Huuuu

The moment the barrier disappeared, a fist force was sent out.

Drunken melancholy was indeed one of the top players among the current professional players. When he saw that Asura was going to fight him head-on, he had an idea. He used the first move, the fourth form of sky frost fist,[flying frost and snow]. Not only did this skill tighten the fist belt, but it also had a certain slowing effect of the ice attribute ... Regardless of whether the opponent chose to block or fight, they would be injured.

Wuwuwuwu

As expected, after a moment, although Asura, who had swung his arms to block the "penetrating" fist force, was able to dispel it, he was unable to avoid the erosion of the frost effect, and he fell into a passive position from the beginning of the fight.

Lying drunk continued to press on with his victory, and he used his signature move,[lightning speed fist], to meet the attack. In an instant, the fist radiance turned into lines and densely covered the sky, forcing Asura to retreat step by step. He could only cross his arms to protect his head in defense.

A few seconds later, Asura's posture was getting lower and lower, and its entire upper body couldn't stand up.

"Hey, hey ... Don't tell me it's over so soon ..." The reason why drunk was complaining in his heart was that the battle had only just started, and the opportunity to kill had already appeared.

In the face of an enemy with their upper body lowered and their vision and posture restricted-there was a very suitable way to break through.

There was a saying that ... All the martial arts in the world rose like dragons, and a fist could break the sky.

Lying drunk was a person who fought with fists, so how could he not have one or two moves of the rising Dragon Fist technique? At that moment, he saw the opportunity and gathered all the fighting energy in his body to use the [hundred-style ghost-burning]... His fist carried flames and struck from bottom to top along with the half-spin momentum of his body.

He had thought that it would be a punch that would definitely win, but he did not expect ...

Just as the fist rose, Asura, who had been holding his head in defense, suddenly stepped back at a speed that made it seem like he was out of drunken moan's sight. He retreated more than a meter away and calmly dodged the opponent's skill.

"Oh?" Lying drunk was disappointed that his punch had missed, but he did not show any panic. He quickly retracted his attack, re-assumed his stance, and chanted,"as expected ... It's not that easy ..."

Although he didn't say it out loud, when he saw Asura's dodging movements with ease, drunken melancholy had already vaguely guessed something ...

"The punches I received just now ..." A second later, Asura, who had retreated and stood still, looked into his opponent's eyes and spoke with an imposing manner about what his opponent was thinking."Consider it a repayment for the care you all showed me in S2."

He was referring to how the five members of order had helped him many times during the battle against the mirror demon.

"Heh ..." Lying drunk was disappointed to hear this. He put on his trademark frivolous smile and said,"I see ... You deliberately let me attack you first for this reason, right?"

​ Asura didn't answer. He just silently increased his battle energy and put on a new stance. The unspoken words were "from now on, I'm going to be serious."

"Sigh ... A brat is a brat. His way of thinking and doing things are too naive." Lying drunk said sadly and changed his stance."It seems like I have to teach you what professionalism is and how to respect your opponent."

Wuwuwuwu

Before he finished speaking, the fist had already appeared.

This time, it was Asura who attacked first ... His attack had been attached with some kind of continuously activated strengthening technique (similar to the body enhancement spell), so his seemingly ordinary movements and attacks were vigorous and sharp.

After exchanging more than ten moves, lying drunk was disappointed to find that he was at a slight disadvantage. If he continued to use basic physical skills to fight, he would enter a situation where he and his opponent would exhaust each other, which was not very advantageous. After thinking for a while ... He decided to change his fighting style. He immediately used a strong move, and between his fists, rays of golden light burst out and spread out to form a light net that protected him.

Asura knew that his opponent had used the [plasma light speed fist], and he also understood that ... With his current body technique, not only would he be unable to break through this fist net, but he would also be gradually suppressed by the fist light.

He didn't want that to happen, so a few seconds after the fist net appeared, he took half a step forward and took out something from his bag. He immediately crushed it in his hand.

Suddenly, a black energy bloomed from his hand and quickly spread to his entire body, causing his appearance to change drastically. In a few seconds, Asura's entire body was covered in a dark golden color, and an evil ghost mask appeared on his face. Under the mask and clothes, his skin became pitch black, his black hair turned fiery red, and his thin body swelled into a muscular and strong appearance.

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At the same time, in the disciplinary team's viewing space.

"It's going to be troublesome ..." After ghost hunter saw the change on the battlefield, he gave an uneasy comment.

"That 'transformation'... Is it that strong?" Understanding death asked doubtfully.

"Yes, definitely." Ghost hunter replied,"so far, the strongest transformation I have seen is Feng bujue's demon's descent. That is the one and only super S class transformation ... Other than that, there are not many s class transformations, based on Xu Huai Shang's soul arrival ... But there are still some. This is the ability that Asura is currently activating. "

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While ghost hunter was talking, Asura on the battlefield had already launched a fierce attack.

Just now, the item that Asura had crushed was called [Shura's blood]. This item was similar to the [Bajing Xia pill] that Xu Huai Shang had once used, and it was a consumable item. Its effect was to let the user enter a state called [extreme martial star Shura change].

Maybe some people still remember it (actually, I know that most people don't remember it anymore. If they all remember it, why would I write it down?), this was the move that the ultimate Lu Bu had used in the "super dimensional battle". Once it was activated, the caster would become a true Shura Demon God, and his combat power would increase by many times.

Without a doubt, Asura in this state was definitely stronger than drunken melancholy, and ... Because they were basically the same type of players (both were fighting experts who mainly focused on fist techniques), once the gap in their main attributes was wide, the contrast in actual combat would be particularly obvious.

It didn't take long for Asura to break through the fist net created by [plasma light speed fist] and launch a series of fierce attacks toward drunken gloom's body.

The Shura's fist hit the flesh, and the force penetrated through the spine. Wherever the Dou Qi burst out, the sweat and blood were instantly evaporated.

Drunken melancholy was forced to retreat and block in such a blurry battle energy Whirlpool, and it was difficult for him to escape. It could be said that he was already losing.

But ... He did not give up.

Professional players would not give up easily, especially experienced veterans like drunken gloom, whose tenacity was extraordinary.

Everyone knew that in the profession of "professional players," no matter how long the growth period and peak period lasted, and what heights they reached, as long as they passed the age of 25, they would go downhill ... This was determined by human physiology. Although some events required older athletes to adapt to the game, and even the older the better, there were a few exceptions ... Generally speaking, in those events with high operational intensity, athletes under the age of 25 had a clear advantage.

he was 25 years old this year, and he knew that as a professional player, he had already passed his physical peak.

but ... he was still one of the top, most stable, and most difficult players to deal with.

perhaps he didn't have the reaction speed and growth potential of a teenager, but he had an advantage and experience that the other teenagers didn't have.

a person who had been through hundreds of battles had a better judgment of the situation, a better sense of the battle, and a better grasp of victory ... all of this was not something a newbie could compare to. and that mental fortitude that had been tempered thousands of times, he had long been trained to the realm where his face would not change even if mount tai collapsed in front of him.

great players were great not only because they had fast reactions, excellent operation, and outstanding awareness ... people with these abilities could be called "powerful," but to become "great," they also needed a tenacious spirit and an iron-like will.

drunken melancholy was a professional player who lived up to the word "great." in his early years, when he played other games, he would seriously fight on until the 40th minute, 50th minute when others thought that he would be able to hang up and surrender in about 10 minutes ... even if he was badly beaten, as long as the game was not over, he would continue to think of ways to fight back and do everything he could in exchange for even a 1% chance of turning the tables.

his logic was very simple-assuming that in a hundred desperate matches, there would only be one chance to turn the tables, then i could win that game, and those who gave up early would never have that chance.

if this ratio was changed to 1000 or 10000 matches, it would be the same ... and this theory could also be said to be the starting point of drunken stupor as a professional player.

at this moment, the drunken man who was completely overwhelmed by the other party in terms of raw strength had also reached the point of 'despair'.

however, he did not lose his calm and determination to win. while minimizing his injuries, he thought ...

the difference in physical skills is too great. i'm already at my limit. if i continue to be attacked like this, my life points will be depleted ...

"there aren't any items or equipment that can change the situation or delay time ...

"unless i can temporarily break free from this continuous suppression, i can't force an attack to take my opponent down with me ..."

as these thoughts flashed through his mind, drunken moan's life points had already broken through the 20% danger line. he could not wait any longer.

asura also seemed to be aware of the other party's situation. he immediately took a deep breath and increased the power of his continuous punches.

in fact, asura's current battle situation couldn't be said to be in the bag ...

[extreme martial stellar shura transformation] was a transformation that placed a huge burden on the body. even that lu bu from the wushuang plains could not activate it for too long, or his life would be in danger. asura was a player, so the time he could use this skill was even more limited. as such, he did not dare to let his attacks relax, hoping to take his opponent down with a single round of attacks.

"Ha!"

At this tense moment, drunken moan suddenly let out a loud cry and did something unexpected ... He gritted his teeth and used his chest to take the punch. Then, he used the 'dip' stance of his soft fist and grabbed Asura's wrist.

This move ... Normally, it wouldn't be of much use, because Asura's strength was above his. Even if his wrist was cut, this punch could still be retracted.

However, lying drunk was obviously not interested in this. He didn't intend to stop his opponent from pulling back his fist, but to ...

Huuuu

In the next second, lying drunk retracted his body in frustration, and his entire body was like a slithering snake. Relying on the momentum of his "dip" hand, he smoothly wrapped around Asura's arm.

It turned out that lying drunk's idea in the desperate situation was to use a lock skill.

If Feng bujue's locking skill was professional, then drunken melancholy's locking skill was VAN level ... Including him, players like seven kills, ask the heavens, and Brahma, who were proficient in close combat, had all trained in locking skills.

Of course, very few players of this level would take the initiative to use that technique, because this technique could only delay the battle in the later stages of the game, and could not determine the winner. Moreover, in terms of viewing, compared to the kind of battle where both sides used their fists and feet to attack each other or release waves ... The entanglement of lock skills was tiring and ugly.

"Do you really want to win that badly ..." Asura was still standing even though half of his body was entangled by his opponent. This showed that his current strength was enough to support drunken gloom's weight while wrestling with the lock skill.

"It's not that I 'want to win', but I have the obligation to' want to win '..." Drunken gloom's words were hard to understand at first glance."The will to win is the basic professional ethics in this line of work. I don't even think or measure how much I want to win ... Because it's natural to try my best to win ..." As he spoke, he used his free hand to take out a bottle of unknown liquid from his bag and poured it into his mouth. "There's no time for you to think about your desire for victory in a battle. Your brain should be thinking about how to use the most effective techniques ... At the most effective distance, at the most effective timing, and at the fastest speed ... To launch an attack!"

It was unknown what drunken moan had drunk, but after he said that, the power in his body suddenly rose ... He used the power of his entire body to resist Asura's arm and successfully broke the latter's arm.

"Cough, cough, cough." When the pain came, Asura gritted his teeth and did not cry out. He only let out a muffled groan from his throat. Two seconds later, he roared,"okay!" Thank you for your guidance!"

After he finished drinking, he suddenly swung his shoulder.

For Asura, having his left arm broken was in a sense a good thing, because it allowed him to naturally escape from the lock.

With a strong swing, drunken gloom's entire body flew out.

"Now!"

At this moment, the same thought flashed through the minds of the two.

Drunken melancholy was already in a state of near death. It was not easy for him to fight for such a chance to exchange blows across space, so he would naturally not let it go.

Asura's load in his transformed state had also reached its limit. In addition, he had already lost an arm. If the outcome of this battle was not decided in this move, he would most likely be the one who would die.

"Dragon Fist ..."

"Asura ..."

At the moment of death, both sides used their most powerful killing moves and all the energy in their bodies, and ... They both named their moves.

[Dragon Fist engine burst] VS [Asura Phoenix fist]!

An extreme expert, an extreme killing move.

A head-on confrontation to determine the winner.