Chapter 9 Mantis Catching Cicadas(1/2)
Wu You stared at Zhong Yirou and spoke a few seconds later: "Crow's mouth."
Zhong Yirou choked by his words, "No, who could have thought so quickly?"
"It must be Yang Ming's instructions." Wu You made a conclusion without hesitation, but soon he frowned again, puzzled by the development of the situation, "But you don't even have supplies, and the duel is meaningless."
An Wujiu's face did not have much change in expression. Compared to humans, he was more like a well-trained artificial intelligence.
“In many cases, plundering life makes more sense than plundering materials.”
An Wujiu thought about the current situation, there are only three possibilities:
The simplest type is that Liu Chengwei’s black line connects himself.
The second type of detour is that Yang Ming is the one who curses himself.
The last one is the black line of no one even to him, but just simply hated him and wanted to kill him.
According to this situation, it is more like the third type. Because if it is the first two, they may take action when the system allocates red and black lines and duel rules. If they know that the object of their curse is An Wujiu, it is impossible to wait until now.
But by chance, the person who initiated the duel may not have expected that he was the object of An Wujiu's curse.
When the rules are announced, the system has randomly assigned the red and black lines for each of them.
At that time, An Wujiu, who opened the game panel, saw the red line connecting the wanderer Lao Yu, and the black line was the robber Liu Chengwei.
This is a very unsightly red and black line. Even if the person you secretly love is alive, the person you curse dies, and achieves the best situation, he can only add 5 points at most.
Fortunately, he still has skills that can be switched.
Without this ability, it will be difficult to turn the tables.
When the past was gone, the door of the drill room was already wide open and everyone was present. An Wujiu walked in. The room was bigger than he thought. Four suspended scarlet lasers in the middle surrounded a huge area with four ceiling lights on top. There were no other lights in the whole room, which looked like a large boxing training ground.
There is a short column outside the area with a circular button on it.
An Wujiu actually felt very familiar with such a scene.
The teeth and hands shivered uncontrollably once again.
Wu You stared at the duel threshold, "Since you are calculating the total number of blood bars, you will lose if you have fewer ones. Why do you have to come to the duel threshold for duel?"
"Others also need to take sides. It seems that people with high blood bars will win, but even if Shen Ti, who has the highest blood bar, stands up, and encounters three or four people on the other side, the blood bars added up will be higher than him." Zhong Yirou sneered, "Besides, if you only calculate and don't have to duels, no one is injured, the cost of duels will become very low, so it's better to compare who will pull people. Only by hitting the body with real blood until it bleeds and consuming supplies will everyone be cautious."
Liu Chengwei stood on the left side of the ring not far away, as if he was ready, and even the blind eye showed a fierce light.
In terms of physique, An Wujiu is thin and slender, and has a disadvantage in weight. However, in one-on-one melee battles, weight can often provide an overwhelming advantage. Due to the lack of food and water, the energy bars on his head have begun to decrease, while the other party is still full.
What's more, An Wujiu is now seriously injured in one hand.
The Holy Sound appears again.
"I have explained the duel rules before. I remind you again that the duel results of the players in this round of game will not depend on your own strength and skills, but on the number of blood bars on both sides. The party with a larger number of blood bars will win the duel. You can also choose to watch on the wall. The party with a smaller number of blood bars will become the loser in the duel and will lose a blood bar and the winner will remain unchanged."
"When the winner runs out one of the losers' blood bars, the duel ends."
This is a confrontation where the strong are stronger and the weak are weaker.
For An Wujiu, if no one stands on his side and increases the number of blood bars on his side, it will be a loss duel against Liu Chengwei, who has 7 blood bars.
"However, during the game, your pain will be infinitely close to the reality, so your skills and strength will determine the damage you cause to the other party in the game, and the damage is irreversible, so you can only spend materials for analgesics and treatment. Don't worry, even if you use fatal methods such as cutting throats in duels, it will not be really fatal. As long as there are still blood bars left and enough materials, you will not die in the game."
If you have to participate in the duel in person, you will be injured. This setting will only make others more cautious in taking sides, and no one wants to consume too many medicines.
My wrists were still shaking, and the wound was stitched for less than a few minutes. If the big move continues, it will definitely crack.
An Wujiu began to carefully calculate the balance in his account enough for several operations Zhong Yirou had.
Liu Chengwei had already entered the laser ring as required. Without the right to refuse, An Wujiu also followed him. The laser lines of the ring expanded upward and below at the same time, forming a closed scarlet light wall on all sides, trapping them in it. The dim room became very strange in an instant.
"Before the duel begins, you will be provided with randomly allocated weapons."
A square blue holographic projection appears in the middle of the duel threshold, with characters representing the two on it, and a blank weapon bar below the character. Like a slot machine, the blank bar scrolls, and at a certain moment, it starts to stop, and the weapons in the bar gradually stop.
An Wujiu stared at the nail stick slowly moving on the blank railing.
It was a good weapon, but it eventually moved up and disappeared.
The weapon bar is frozen, and it is finally a red cross, and so is Liu Chengwei's.
“There is no weapons in this duel.”
"Are other characters joining the duel? Please select the camp you want to go to and pay all the blood bars on the character panel, and count one minute."
This minute was particularly long, and the duel room was terrible. An Wujiu was not in the stands. He stared at Liu Chengwei's broken eyes, thinking about losing the subsequent layout of the duel.
Time passed by minute by minute, and no one made a choice.
Everyone chose to watch from the wall, which was actually the best possibility that An Wujiu had expected.
"No one joins, An Wujiu's blood bar count is 3, Liu Chengwei's blood bar count is 7. The duel begins after five seconds, please prepare."
The holographic projection instantly changes into huge, oppressive countdown numbers, from 5 to 1, making people unconsciously hold their breath.
“Start now.”
Blood strips appeared on the top of the two men's heads instantly, An Wujiu had only three, An Wujiu's muscles were still in a state of paralysis and had not woken up. But in just one or two seconds, a huge fist had already hit his face, and it was fierce.
His reaction was subconscious, and he didn't even know why he could react so quickly.
This punch was avoided under the prediction and finally hit the light curtain of the duel threshold, smashing out a fragment of light particles that instantly bloomed and recovered instantly.
Liu Chengwei felt a little unbelievable about An Wujiu's evasion. In reality, he was a gangster and had countless street fights. It is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of one-on-one fight is experienced.
But that's it, every fist of An Wujiu was avoided.
Every dodging action is windy.
The anger ignited his desire to win and lose. Liu Chengwei could not bear the other party's failure to take action at all. He even predicted his move at such a fast speed and directly avoided it.
"I'll let you hide!" Liu Chengwei roared, turned around and raised his hand to punch, but his arm shook the next second.
An Wujiu recognized his fake move, but suddenly felt something was wrong when he moved his body, and the muscles in his body seemed to be frozen.
Can't move anymore.
Liu Chengwei raised his leg and kicked An Wujiu hard in the abdomen. Before he could drown his body, he fell backwards and leaned against the cold and hard wall of light.
This won't work.
He tried to attack, but the muscle spasm became more and more serious, and even the flesh on the cheekbones were twitching for no reason. After half a second of distracted, the injured arm was stepped on by Liu Chengwei and could not move.
Blood began to spread out from the soles of his feet. Liu Chengwei's fist hit him one by one. Although it was a weaponless duel, he wore a metal exoskeleton on his digits and joints, and attacking his already seriously injured body was a foul.
The falling fists were like a rainstorm that could not be stopped. The ones next to them did not hit them, and the fists hit the vital point.
"The blood fell so fast..."
Liu Chengwei was indeed ruthless.
Wu You, who was in the audience, looked at the blood strips that were rapidly shortened on An Wujiu's head, and stayed there, unable to lift his hands.
He looked slightly and saw Zhong Yirou frowning beside him, and his eyes were always staring at An Wujiu in the duel threshold, his expression seemed to notice something strange.
"He has post-war stress disorder syndrome..." Zhong Yirou murmured to herself.
Wu You heard this and walked closer to Zhong Yirou, "What did you say?"
Zhong Yirou glanced at him and lowered his voice and said, "Stress disorder. He had been slow to react before, and his speech speed was not right, and his hands were trembling. I originally thought he had any psychological disorder, but his dodging movement just now seemed to be trained. When he faced a duel, his muscles were tense, convulsed and mentally dishevelled. It was very likely that he had experienced a cruel war." She paused, "or killed."
but……
There is another completely different manifestation of post-war stress disorder.
After hearing this, Wu You felt a little sympathy when he was afraid of this person. He turned his face sideways and looked at the two people on the stage.
This is a passive battle with no chance of victory.
It seemed as if driven by muscle memory, An Wujiu tried to block with his uninjured hands, but his muscle twitching caused greater obstacles to him than the opponent's attack that was so fierce that he could not see the needle.
The most terrifying thing is that under Liu Chengwei's boxing, An Wujiu seemed to have hallucinations. He felt his blood flowing backwards, and his violently beating heart became a hard lump, and he was about to peel it out of his throat.
Memory fragments kept flashing in front of me, sharp knife stabbed into my waist and abdomen, broken hands and legs, and intubated potions... The pain in the hallucination is more real and difficult than reality.
"Hide? I see how you hide!" Liu Chengwei pulled his long hair back and forced An Wujiu to raise his head. He laughed cruelly and satisfiedly, stood up, picked up An Wujiu, and grabbed his neck and turned to Yang Ming's direction.
"Is this the tough character you are talking about?" Liu Chengwei smiled contemptuously and spat on the ground, "I don't think so."
An Wujiu was overwhelmed by the hallucinations of constant flashbacks. His tight muscles made him unable to do anything. He could only watch the man in front of him exhausted the last little blood on his head.
It's over.
Now he only has two blood strips left, which are consistent with Yang Ming.
"The duel ended." Shengyin announced the result without emotion, "The character [robber] won, and the loser [intern]'s blood bar was reduced by one."
"Please leave the duel threshold."
Liu Chengwei obviously did not expect it to end so soon, and he even felt that he was not happy enough. An Wujiu was labeled as a target of the game by Yang Ming. He was described as a bug in this survival game. Being able to defeat such a person, Liu Chengwei gained unprecedented vanity.
Living in this game is nothing.
He wants to become the master of the people who can dominate and control.
"If I had known that a life would not be so fast, I should have tortured you slowly." He threw An Wujiu to the ground, clapped his hands, and raised his head to leave the duel threshold.
To be continued...