Chapter 42 The Chosen One!

After Fang Lin defeated No. 13 last time, his personal number had been raised to No. 12, but now it had slipped to No. 14. He had only entered the duel space for four or five minutes, and someone had already defeated the one in front of him. People, relying on the number of games won to reach the forefront, the fierceness of the battle can be imagined. This is also a characteristic of combat between those with special mental strength. Both sides are not good at evading, and their skills are extremely powerful. The outcome often depends on the moment when the skills clash.

This preparation space before the battle is Fang Lin's exclusive privilege as the defender. After the new person entered Fang Lin's space, the space flickered, and a small silver scale flashed above their heads. disappear. The number on Fang Lin's mask is No. 14, while the number on the opposite side of the reincarnation is No. 22.

At this time, a beam of light was projected from above. The beam was bright and clean, giving the impression that it had cut through the darkness. The black clouds below the cliff were surging and turbulent, trying hard to roll towards the beam of light, like a greedy python trying to pounce on its plump prey, but it could never pounce on it, as if an invisible barrier blocked the thick and substantial light. Black clouds obscured it.

The beam of light traveled up and down Fang Lin's body, and finally stopped on Fang Lin's neck, where he happened to be wearing the core of the +7 robot andigos. Then a projection shot down from the sky, and in the cliff space between the two people, a large transparent display screen appeared, showing the details of the +7 robot Andigos's core shape, color, effects, equipment conditions, etc. All listed.

A huge voice sounded in the space.

No. 14 proposed a bet model to No. 21. If you want to fight on No. 14, you must come up with a corresponding bet of equal value. If you have insufficient equipment/props/points, your most precious equipment/props will be forcibly extracted.

After extraction, the equipment on your body will continue to function in the subsequent battle, but the consumable props will remain in a frozen state. not available.

The winner will get the bet, and the loser's bet will be forcibly lifted if it is soul-bound equipment.

If you refuse the bet mode, you will be forcibly expelled from this space and the opponents will be rearranged. The record points of both sides will remain unchanged.

No. 21 looked at Fang Lin in surprise and uncertainty, standing with his hands behind his hands. His mask only covered his nose and eyes, and you could see that his lips were mumbling something. But it doesn't matter even if he yells loudly. Although the distance between the two is only 30 meters, the nightmare space strictly prohibits the exchange of information before the war begins. Unfortunately, he had to face Fang Lin, a guy with terrible intelligence. Fang Lin could decipher what was said in his mouth just by relying on his mouth movements:

"Damn it, how could this guy come up with such a thing? Can't he join the war unconditionally?"

"This necklace is really good. If it matches my skills... it will be perfect to the extreme. Damn it, what should I bet with him?"

"This is an opportunity, but why haven't I encountered this situation before? It's better not to get into trouble. Since the Taliban are competing for the title of Thunderer, then I have a high chance of getting the candidate spot."

As No. 21 said this, he had already made up his mind and slowly disappeared into the space, obviously choosing to avoid the battle. Fang Lin closed his eyes. He was a little indifferent. For him, it was best to avoid fighting if he could avoid it. At the end, there were only five people left. It's time to fight with all your strength.

Then two more people entered one after another, namely No. 5 and No. 31. After seeing Fang Lin on the 31st, he hesitated for a moment. He carefully looked at the bets that Fang Lin brought out and then thought twice before leaving. However, when No. 5 saw Fang Lin, he immediately chose to leave as if he had seen a ghost. Before leaving, he took out Fang Lin's equipment as a bet and memorized it by taking pictures. Obviously, No. 5 knows that only the defending Fool has this authority.

The fourth person who came in was wearing a black one-piece robe, with his head also covered in it, looking like a priest from medieval times. Although his back was slightly hunched, he was very calm. He held a wooden staff in his hand. The staff was very simple and rough, and the top was swollen and convex, as if the bark, branches and leaves had been directly stripped off.

The number on his mask was surprisingly low, actually No. 127. The man looked up at Fang Lin. His eyes seemed to ignore everything. And the bet offered by Fang Lin couldn't make him take a second look, but he chose to accept it without hesitation. But this person carried a lot of points with him, and he directly chose to use the points as a bet.

Suddenly, a silver scale tilted towards Fang Lin appeared in the space again. On the left was Fang Lin's necklace, and on the right was a tray. The fourth person who came in poured 10,000 points into the right tray of the scale, and there was There will be one more chip, and the balance will tilt a little more to the right. When more and more chips are added, the balance will begin to become more balanced. After the last number 127 paid 150,000 points, the silver balance was restored.

"The stakes are balanced!" The voice in the nightmare space thundered. "You are about to enter a battle, please choose the terrain for battle!"

Because Fang Lin considered that the enemy might have fully known that he was the defending champion, in the process of eliminating the terrain, he discarded the relatively complex terrain. No. 127 gave up all of them silently.

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The breeze blew, and the two of them appeared on a square at the same time. This square was quite wide, showing a stepped slope. There were seven fountains located in the center of the square from top to bottom, with green trees on the left and right. The grassy lawn has a gentle slope of 30 degrees downward.

Fang Lin stood in front of the bronze statue in the middle of the square, while No. 127 stood on the lawn of the lower square. Their clothes were blown back so much that they almost wanted to fly away with the wind. The square was crowded with tourists, and melodious music echoed. The fountains among the seven fountains undulated and splashed in accordance with the sound, reaching a height of more than ten meters, and then fell from the sky in a swirl of mist.

As soon as the protection time passed, No. 127 immediately raised his hands to the sky. Originally, after entering this battle space, everyone would be covered with a layer of camouflage clothing, but as soon as No. 127 appeared, he was covered in camouflage clothing. The camouflage suit immediately exploded to pieces with a "pop"! He returned to the medieval period, wearing a black one-piece robe. Even his mask was lifted up, revealing half of his old face covered with wrinkles, as old and carved as the bark of a tree.

The time period in the square where the battlefield was cut was at dusk. There was a large group of people next to No. 127 who were twisting and doing aerobics to the melody of the music. Seeing such a strange person like him appear, most people were just surprised but not afraid. Some even thought it was a movie or a new trick played by beggars!

Then No. 127's eyes flashed red, like a very fierce and hungry beast preparing before hunting, and then the heads of everyone within ten meters around him exploded, and only the mixed flesh and blood, The bones and brain are not flying, as if there is an invisible film surrounding them!

Then a terrifying round ball of flesh and blood with a diameter of more than ten meters naturally appeared, slowly spinning in the air, and finally condensed to a high level, slowly spinning above 127's raised hands. There is no doubt that the impact of this blow The power is extremely terrifying! Fang Lin had already leaned down and sprinted over at high speed, seemingly trying to intercept No. 127 before he could use this skill!

Fang Lin's momentum was like a wolf attacking back.

However, he suddenly discovered that No. 127's eyes were closed! And a faint layer of blood mist emerged around No. 127's body.

An idea flashed through Fang Lin's mind like a flash of lightning. The idea came out of his mind and fed back to his body, so he closed his eyes tightly! At this time, No. 127 had entered the range of Fang Lin's mental shock, but Fang Lin's mental shock only made the enemy groan from his throat. The flesh and blood ball rotated faster and produced a huge suction force, pulling those far away. Innocent tourists running around in fear were all involved.

"The mental shock only caused damage? Are you immune to the stun effect?" Fang Lin's facial muscles twitched. He subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but found that as soon as he opened his eyelids, he felt the smoke of tear gas in front of him. Medium to average, burning pain. You can imagine the consequences of fully opening your eyes. Fortunately, Fang Lin still has mental detection skills and can grasp the surrounding environment quite effectively. However, he immediately found that the scenery detected by his mental power was very hazy, as if he was caught in the turbulence. The scenery reflected by the water waves is full of distortion and haziness, and has suffered strong interference. If the effect of the Eye of the Fool is still there, then this interference can be removed, but it is a pity...

"This terrifying ability can be said to be close to something like a "field", which deprives the enemy of the most important of his five senses: vision!"

"Then...this No. 127, like me, is undoubtedly a person who was previously banned from participating in the war...the chosen one!"