Chapter 11 Battle! War! War!

Pascher is not a talented martial artist. His current ranking is improved by his own steps. Although the opponent's ranking is not high, he did not dare to slack off, and carefully looked at his opponent.

The moment he saw Guding, Pascher realized that the battle was a bit difficult. He has participated in more than 500 battles in the arena. Although he dare not say that he can tell the strength of his opponent at a glance, some things can still be judged by experience.

The opponent's momentum is clearly on the rise, which means that he should have encountered several consecutive victories in the previous games. And from the eyes of the opponent, he is definitely a dangerous person.

"Try it first." Unsure of what to do, he decided to test Guding's skills first. Taking several steps in a row, his figure flickered on the ring and attacked Guding from a strange angle.

Guding stood motionless on the spot, the opponent's movement was extremely light, and the angle of attack was quite strange. Obviously, he was a guy who had experienced many battles.

When the opponent's fist bullied his side waist, Gooding relieved the opponent's strength with a thunder elbow, and then pointed it out, pointing directly at the opponent's heart. He shot extremely fast, Pascher barely reacted, and protected the position of his heart with his palm, but was still knocked out.

Pascher stepped back for a few meters before standing still. The palm of his right hand had been completely shattered, and the ribs on his chest also showed cracks, which was a virtual state of being severely injured in the arena. If he hadn't blocked it with his palm just now, I'm afraid he would have been completely killed at this time. The opponent inflicted heavy damage on himself with just one blow, which shocked him inexplicably. "How can he be so strong? He looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. Could it be that he is a genius cultivated by some major force?"

"It seems that I can still challenge stronger guys." Guding is not quite sure how strong he is now.

"I admit defeat!" Pascher resolutely chose to admit defeat after determining the strength gap. He clearly knew that there was no need to continue.

"It's really boring, I didn't see the strength of that kid at all." In the monitoring room, the short-haired woman wearing black long leather boots narrowed her eyes slightly, "Come up for a guy with a ranking of around 200,000."

"Okay, Miss." The man in the suit nodded expressionlessly.

When the challenger appeared again in the arena, many onlookers in the stands were sluggish again. The challenger this time is ranked 200167. The ranking of 200,000 and 500,000 is not a grade at all. If the guys at the 500,000 rank have mostly participated in about 500 fights, then the guys at the 200,000 rank have mostly participated in about 2,000 fights. In fact, most of the guys who entered the top 200,000 rankings have awakened abilities, and they are all extremely dangerous characters.

"I thought it was some powerful guy, but he wanted me to do it." This time Gooding's opponent was a guy who looked like he was about 20 years old, with a long knife on his waist. The attitude of speaking is extremely arrogant, and his ID name is also called "who is more arrogant than me". "Little devil, it's too late to surrender now, don't wait for me to chop you into eighteen pieces, you will cry then."

"It's not necessarily who's crying!" Guding grinned.

"Really?" The arrogant man put one hand on the handle of the knife, and a momentum began to quickly condense.

"Be careful, this guy is using the sword-drawing technique." Sea Emperor reminded, "The sword-drawing technique has the effect of an instant burst of attack power. The longer the accumulation time, the more terrifying the burst attack.

You must interrupt him as soon as possible. "

Gu Ding stepped out secretly, and arrived in front of the arrogant man in an instant.

The arrogant man also drew out his knife almost at the same time, and slashed at Gu Ding's waist with a sharp slash. Guding made a wrong step, dodged sideways, and pointed at the side of the blade.

The arrogant man only felt that a huge force hit the side of the long knife, making him almost let go. At the same time, a thunder elbow slammed into the chest fiercely, and then Gu Ding jumped up high, and a flaming knee hit the arrogant man's chin.

Seeing the figure of the arrogant man gradually dispersing in the ring, everyone watching the battle was stunned.

"Finally, I can see that it is a special set of physical skills." In the monitoring room, the short-haired woman licked the lollipop in her hand with satisfaction, "Change to a ranking of around 80,000."

"Okay, Miss."

Gooding's opponent soon appeared again, ranking 80958. It was a gunsmith, a thin man with a long black backpack on his back. The most striking thing is his face, which looks like it has been cut by a knife, with very clear edges and corners, and there is no expression on his face. Coupled with his straight waist and firm eyes, it is not difficult to tell that this guy should be a soldier. His ID is "I'm a Gunsmith", and this boring ID also fully shows that this guy is a boring person.

Compared with the martial arts profession, the profession of gunsmith is an emerging profession. People who choose this profession generally do not have much talent in martial arts, and they make this choice as a last resort. Of course, it is not excluded that a few people become gunsmiths because they like firearms.

Gunsmiths are generally good at long-distance attacks. Once they are approached, they are not far from death, and their weaknesses are obvious. The most taboo opponent in this profession is the guy with strong defense, fast speed, and powerful melee attack.

The man just glanced at Guding, and without saying a word, took off the backpack from behind and took out a rifle. Calmly adjusted the sight, and then loaded the bullet.

Guding spent several years in the Military Academy, and naturally he played with guns, but his talent in this area is average, not bad, but not good either. Even so, he could see from the other party's actions that the other party was a real gunsmith who was fundamentally different from his classmates. Not only the proficiency of the movements, but the opponent's feeling of holding the gun is completely different, like a part of the body, and many of my classmates basically use the gun as a tool.

When the other party raised the gun, Guding moved, and then he heard the first gunshot.

Two consecutive shots were dodged, making the gunner's expression dignified, and three shots were fired in succession, locking on the route of Guding that he had predicted.

Guding's footsteps changed, and he avoided it easily again, even he himself felt a little incredible. "This set of dark steps is so special that it can predict the trajectory of the bullet and let people dodge accordingly."

"Tudu." Another two shots were fired in a row. Guding avoided this wave of attacks with just one step. He just dodged and did not launch a counterattack. The main reason was that he wanted to use this gunsmith to train his dark footwork.

When the mechanic's magazine was changed to the eighth time, Guding's pace was extremely proficient, and there was no need to continue this competition. He changed shape and approached the gunsmith.

The gunsmith didn't panic at all. He just stepped back and continued to attack. The frequency of pulling the trigger with his right hand was much higher than before. In just ten seconds, another shuttle of bullets was fired. He removed the magazine very skillfully and took a new one from his pocket to replace it, but a hand pinched his wrist.

"You lost." Guding squeezed the opponent's wrist with one hand, and extended two fingers with the other hand to point at the position of the opponent's left chest heart.

A sharp finger was fired, and the gunsmith's figure quickly faded away.

"It seems that I still underestimate this guy." In the monitoring room, the short-haired woman bit the lollipop, "Find one with less than 10,000 and replace it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw on the video that a woman appeared on the arena where Gu Ding was.

The strange thing is that the woman's ID actually shows a question mark, and the ranking and battle information also show a question mark.

"Check this woman's information." The short-haired woman frowned slightly.

After a while, the man in the suit said, "Miss, her authority level is very high, and I can't view it with my authority."

"Let me see!" The short-haired girl suddenly stood up and pressed one hand on the query screen.

[Insufficient permissions to view! 】

The same dialog popped up again.

"What's this woman's origin?" the short-haired woman asked in surprise.

"Miss, you can't even query your authority, so it can only mean that the authority of the other party is higher than yours." The man in the suit reminded. "And your identity is in the entire Tianhe Star Region..."

"I know, no one is allowed to tell me about today's affairs." The short-haired girl sat down, but the expression on her face was no longer as relaxed as before.

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