Su Zhuo stepped out of the nanny car and walked into the program building.
The atmosphere in the hall was stiff and cold. Wang Lin, who was always smiling and gentle like Maitreya Buddha, had a cold face. Not far away, a group of young people wearing neon and kimchi styles were sitting on both sides clearly divided.
Elsewhere, some professional players from Dragon Country glared at the Japanese, eager to start a fight.
The appearance of Su Zhuo created a crack in the frozen atmosphere. Everyone subconsciously looked at her. The expressions of the Japanese people were unpredictable, and many Koreans were amazed.
"Su Zhuo, you're here. Did you have a good rest?" Wang Lin saw Su Zhuo's cold face soften slightly.
Su Zhuo nodded. "The live broadcast is about to begin. What are you all doing here?"
As she finished speaking, Miyamoto Kojiro, the Japanese team leader, spoke in stiff Chinese, "Director Wang Lin, make a decision quickly! Although you are the organizer, we also have the right to request changes to the rules."
Wang Lin refused without hesitation: "The program team didn't..."
"We can consider your request, but the problem is what if you lose?" Su Zhuo saw Wang Lin's refusal and spoke before he could finish his words.
Wang Lin looked at her in surprise.
Japan's Miyamoto Kojiro turned around and said proudly: "Neon will never lose."
Wenquan: "You just lost the last game."
"What a bunch of crap! Have you forgotten how badly our Su Shen beat you in the last game?" Gou Shenlai, a professional player from Dragon Country, also sneered and said sarcastically.
As soon as he finished speaking, several other professional players chuckled, their mockery evident in their words.
Everyone in Japan looked unhappy, while the Koreans watched the show from the sidelines.
"What do you mean, Dragon Nation?" Miyamoto Kojiro's face was gloomy. "After all, we are your invited guests..."
Seeing that he had risen to the national level, Su Zhuo smiled coldly.
"On Dragon Nation's territory, we must abide by Dragon Nation's rules. Dragon Nation is not afraid of any challenge, but we will never tolerate provocation. You want to change the battle mode? Okay!
According to the rules of martial arts, the winner lives, the loser dies! "
As soon as Su Zhuo finished speaking, the contestants from Japan and Korea burst into disdainful laughter. What nonsense is this girl talking about? In modern society, are we still playing life and death lawsuits? It's hilarious.
Su Zhuo stood there and let them laugh at him, with a sneer on his lips.
Soon, the laughter became weak.
Realizing that Su Zhuo wasn't joking, the young contestants from Japan and Korea gradually turned pale. Could this be serious? What a joke!
How many people in modern society can face the situation of life and death?
Soon, before Miyamoto Kojiro could say anything, some of the younger contestants from Japan behind him panicked and tried to persuade Miyamoto Kojiro in Neon.
Miyamoto Kojiro shouted angrily, "Bakayaro, shut up!"
He turned his head and stared at Su Zhuo. The girl before him had a slender figure and looked frail, yet she could say such chilling words. Was she truly not afraid of a challenge? Or...
No! She was afraid of cold weapon duels.
In their country, Japanese teenagers have been taking Bushido courses since they were young. It can be said that everyone is a samurai. However, in Dragon Country, martial arts have long been discontinued, so she was bluffing and even deliberately used the word death to scare people.
Miyamoto Kojiro was so excited about this discovery that he trembled.
"We Neon Samurai are not afraid of death, but in modern society, discussing life and death is too inhumane, so I propose that the theory of life and death be replaced by rewards and punishments..."
Miyamoto Kojiro kept staring at Su Zhuo's facial expression while speaking.
Sure enough, when he saw Su Zhuo secretly relieved, he knew that he had made the right bet.
Su Zhuo: "You are right. We in Dragon Country will definitely not ask you to pay with your life for losing a game. We in Dragon Country will never do such a beastly thing."
Miyamoto Kojiro's face twitched, and he tried to ignore the obvious implication of the words "worse than an animal" and said, "So what about the rewards and punishments?"
"Neon Country proposes to change the rules, so you must come up with a prize that both Dragon Country and Kimchi Country find appealing and acceptable. Of course, the money will go to the winner."
After Su Zhuo finished speaking, he looked at the Korean players and said, "Kimchi Country's ideas should be the same as our Dragon Country's, right?"
The leader of the Korean players was Pui from the King's Team. He didn't say a word from beginning to end, as if he had no interest in all this and didn't want to participate.
Su Zhuo brought the topic to them, and Pui had no choice but to speak up.
"Kimchi Country is not afraid of provocation from anyone, but as Dragon Country said, if Japan insists on changing the rules, then they must show sincerity."
Miyamoto Kojiro: "Of course, but we Neon will never lose."
Su Zhuo: "The live broadcast will begin in five minutes. Are you sure you want to repeat to us this meaningless question of whether your country will lose?"
“…………”
Miyamoto Kojiro looked embarrassed. "Then let's follow the lottery method. We in Japan are willing to pay this amount as the prize for the winner."
As he said this, he raised his palm and made a five.
"How much is this?" Wang Lin interrupted. "Be specific, don't play dumb."
"Fifty million..."
Su Zhuo was a little curious: "US dollars? Isn't that your Japanese currency?"
Wang Lin interrupted her with a look of annoyance, "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Miyamoto Kojiro must be talking about US dollars. After all, how much can 50 million Japanese coins be worth? Aren't you looking down on Mr. Miyamoto Kojiro by saying it's Japanese coins? Besides, it doesn't suit your status as a Japanese citizen." He turned to look at Miyamoto Kojiro, who had a strange look on his face, and said with a smile, "Isn't that right, Mr. Miyamoto?"
"……yes."
Kojiro Miyamoto swallowed the neon coin back, his face looking frustrated and ugly.
Seeing this, Su Zhuo gave Wang Lin a look of praise for his work. Wang Lin raised his chin with a proud look on his face: "Little guy, do you think I'm a vegetarian? He's a professional at making money!"
In this way, with the concerted efforts of Su Zhuo and Wang Lin, the 50 million neon coins that Miyamoto Kojiro came up with were forced to be converted into US dollars.
The rules were also changed to a cold weapon battle as Japan said, but instead, they had to pay a prize of 50 million US dollars to the winner of the rematch.
Before entering the game, Miyamoto Kojiro comforted everyone: "Don't worry, Bushido is our Japanese culture. Dragon Country has a gap in martial arts, and Kimchi Country is even less to be feared. These 50 million will eventually belong to us in Japan."
"Miyamoto-kun is right. We need to cheer up."
"Let the Dragon Nation know how powerful we are."
"Make them pay the price for their arrogance today."
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Su Zhuo and others entered the game cabin and opened their eyes again. The surrounding scene was no different from the previous game waiting interface. The only difference was that the players' clothes had changed, and their respective countries could be easily distinguished by their clothes.
The live broadcast room opened, and netizens rushed in and stared at the scene.
"What's wrong with the commentary? Isn't this PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds? How did the style suddenly change to this?"
"Ahhh, our Dragon Country's clothes are indeed the best-looking. Is that the Hu clothing Su Shen is wearing? So handsome! So beautiful and cool!"
"Are we going to the battlefield? Or the kind of ancient battlefield?"
"Explain, tell me what's going on."
The commentator in the live broadcast room figured out the whole story through the information from Wang Lin and others in the background, and immediately took the microphone to explain it again.
"So in this match, we're going to see something quite unique—a cold weapon showdown. I'm looking forward to it, how about you?"
"What the hell, cold weapons?? Little...Neon Country is such a fucking dog!"
"Damn it! We have a lot of gaps in Dragon Country's martial arts, and I remember that everyone in Japan is a martial artist. This is a blatant trick targeting our Dragon Country, right?"
"What are you afraid of? Dragon Country has thousands of years of history and is an expert in cold weapons. If they dare to come at us, we'll teach them a lesson."
"Don't be so blindly optimistic. Don't even mention that our country has lost its martial arts while the neighbors haven't. Just think about how many people in modern society still wield swords and guns. Not to mention that Su Zhuo looks so delicate, I'm afraid he can't even lift those weapons."
"Here it comes again! I saw someone raise a flag and get slapped in the face again."
"Su Zhuo might not be my opponent this time. After all, he's been educated in firearms by the times and playing games, so he's more or less proficient in them. But cold weapons are different. If you haven't practiced with them since childhood, you're considered a natural if you can pick them up and shake them a few times without getting hurt."
"To sum it up: Neon Country doesn't want Bilian."
In the barrage, netizens in Dragon Country were worried and some even cursed Japan.
On the Asian Internet, Japanese netizens were extremely excited.
"Great! Miyamoto-kun is the direct descendant of the swordsman Miyamoto Musashi. The Dragon Country players are going to be embarrassed this time! Hahahaha."
"I'm really looking forward to it. I felt so frustrated during the last fight. This time, Miyamoto-kun must let them know that our colorful Neon Country is not to be trifled with."
"We Japanese are all samurai, especially in this team, except for Miyamoto-kun, Bird Sniper-kun and Ota-kun, they are all from samurai families. Dragon Country is doomed!"
"Heh! Wait for our Su Shen to beat you to a pulp."
"You are no match for us Dragon Nation in the preliminary round, and certainly not in the semi-final. Wake up, little... Neon."
"You still want a warrior per capita. I'm afraid you've forgotten that our Dragon Kingdom is the ancestor of cold weapons."
The netizens from Longguo fought back unwillingly, but they were not so confident in their hearts. They stared at the live broadcast room without blinking, with hidden worry.
In the game.
Because of the rule changes, the administrator spoke a lot more than usual.
"Because Neon Nation strongly requested changes to the rules and format of this match, and even offered a $50 million prize for the winner, Dragon Nation, as the organizer, modified the format after obtaining the consent of another player, Kimchi Nation.
This match is a cold weapon battle. Everyone starts with a dagger. No modern firearms will appear during the search, including but not limited to rifles, submachine guns, sniper rifles, or hand grenades. Energy recharge is the same as before. Cold weapons will appear randomly based on the three nations' current arsenals.
The rest of the rules remain unchanged, I wish you all a happy time."
After the administrator's voice fell, a plane roared over in the distance.
The next second, Su Zhuo and others got into the plane cabin. Her teammates were still Wenquan, Bamaiti and Xiaopangdun. The first team where Miyamoto from Japan was located was basically in this game. In addition, there were also players from the Korean country.
The two sides were extremely jealous when they met.
The little fat boy turned on all the microphones and greeted Miyamoto and other Japanese people affectionately in beautiful Dragon language. At the end, he made a gesture that everyone in the world could understand for fear that they might not understand.
“@￥@%#!￥%%”
The Japanese players were so angry that they vomited blood. Just as they were about to fight back, Su Zhuo and his four companions stood up and parachuted, leaving only a gust of cold wind that made them disheveled.
The Korean country watched the show from the side and even mocked a group of Japanese players in the common language.
Japanese players: "..."
I felt like I had a mouthful of blood stuck in my chest, and I felt very angry.
Live broadcast room——
"Hahahaha, great job, Comedian!"
"This Meat King is amazing, hahahahaha."
"I wish he could write a book. He cursed me so much without even taking a breath and repeating himself. It made me feel so good."
"The most soul-stirring thing is his raised middle finger. It's not very hurtful, but it's extremely insulting 23333!"
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In the game.
Wenquan observed the number of people parachuting around him and said, "39 people have jumped from the military base. Judging by their attire, there are quite a few Japanese people, and some Korean players as well."
"Shit, Miyamoto and his gang followed us down." The little fat boy was feeling good after scolding them, but when he looked up, he found that several Japanese players appeared behind him again.
The one in the head was none other than that unlucky thing called Miyamoto Kojiro.
"It seems that they are very confident in their own strength." Su Zhuo curled the corners of his lips.
"According to the data, we're indeed at a disadvantage in cold weapon situations," Wenquan said rapidly. "In Miyamoto Kojiro's team, besides being a direct descendant of Miyamoto Musashi, the others, including Bird Sniper Mugi, Oota Kaze, and Muto Taro, all come from samurai families and have practiced bushido since childhood, resulting in exceptional skills. Bushido training is also compulsory for the other Japanese players."
Su Zhuo glanced at him, surprised, "You even read these when you collect information?"
“Know yourself and know your enemy.” Wenquan said it succinctly.
"Then do you think we can win this time?" Su Zhuo became interested and asked Wenquan.
Wenquan thought seriously for a second and shook his head honestly.
"My chances of winning are no more than 10%. I only know how to play games and rarely exercise. My combat power in this kind of close combat is no more than 5. I don't know the specifics of the other two, but I guess they're not much better.
And you, are a girl... I don't mean to look down on girls, I just want to say that girls are naturally weaker than boys in terms of strength."
This is the truth. Even if everyone is unwilling to admit it, this game does appear to be at a disadvantage on the surface, a more severe disadvantage than the previous one.
After the hot spring talk, the team's atmosphere became depressed.
"What are you afraid of? We're going to fight Japan anyway, so don't be a coward!" The little fat man shook his head and shouted, "Don't be afraid, big brother. I'll protect you this time. Even if I'm a weakling, I will definitely die before you."
Bamaiti: "Wow, idol, I'm really afraid of pain, but don't worry, I will stand in front of you with Rourou!"
"Who are you calling Rourou? Do you think you can call her Rourou?" The little fat boy got goosebumps and cursed.
"Oh, oh, oh, Rourou, after all, we are comrades who have shared life and death together, so don't be so cold."
"Go to hell."
The sad atmosphere was dispelled in less than three seconds by the quarrel between the two funny guys.
Su Zhuo curled his lips and said, "Get ready for battle!"
An umbrella opened over the military base, and a few seconds later several people tumbled onto the roof of Building C. As expected, there were no guns or weapons above. Shining swords, sticks, and clubs were scattered on the ground, like treasures waiting to be picked up.
Before Su Zhuo could pick up the weapon on the ground, two full teams of eight Japanese players landed not far away and rushed towards her fiercely.
Their goal was simple, to kill Su Zhuo as soon as possible.
“Boss!”
"Idol!"
"careful!!!"
Xiaopangdun and others were more than ten meters away from Su Zhuo. When they saw this scene, they didn't even bother to pick up their weapons and ran towards her frantically, wanting to save her.
Many of the Dragon Country netizens in the live broadcast room closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch Su Zhuo being killed.
And the scene.
Su Zhuo curled his lips into a smile, and slowly bent down to avoid the hook punch from the first man. With his right hand, he quickly pulled out the dagger that was stuck in the side of his leg and slashed it fiercely in front of him.
"puff--"
Green blood splattered, and a Neon player fell to the ground.
At the same time, Su Zhuo turned over and jumped up, rushing towards the remaining seven Neon players. The dagger in his hand seemed to have life, and every time it slashed, it harvested a life.
In an instant, the two full-strength teams that came to besiege them were wiped out.
The system broadcast couldn't keep up with the speed at which she killed people.
system:
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Japanese player XX.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Japanese player XXX.
…
Player Su Zhuo wiped out the Neon X team.
Player Su Zhuo wiped out the Neon XX team.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for achieving the achievement [Slaughter You Like Killing a Chicken].
“Fuck—”
Xiaopangdun and others stopped halfway, and they were all stunned.
The live broadcast room barrage is swiping frantically——
"Ah ...
"Oh my god, Su Zhuo seems to be using jujitsu? She actually knows jujitsu! My goddess is amazing!"
"Slaughtering you is like killing a chicken, hahahahahahaha. The system is so fucking graphic. It's like killing a chicken, isn't it? It's so easy."
"Hahahaha Su Shen 666, but it shouldn't be judo, it feels like Dragon Country martial arts!"
"Martial arts is unlikely. Those who claimed they knew martial arts and could even float on water were all liars, okay? This should be jujitsu or some kind of fighting technique."
"Su Zhuo's lower back and that full kick were indeed jujitsu. But it felt like more than just jujitsu."
"Why bother talking about that? Let's just skip ahead: Su Shen is awesome--!!!"
"Su Shen is awesome (broken voice)!"
In the livestream, the commentator exclaimed in disbelief, "Oh my god! I really thought Su Zhuo's legend would end here, but I didn't expect her to fight back! Her skills are incredible. She's definitely skilled in martial arts, but we're still unclear on what they are! Now, let's take a look at her replay."
The system played in slow motion the details of Su Zhuo slaughtering two teams, and the live broadcast room's barrage of comments once again filled the screen with 666.
…
In the game.
After Su Zhuo finished killing two teams of Japanese players, he looked back at his stunned teammates and said, "Stop being dazed. Hurry and collect weapons. More people are coming."
"Oh! Okay!"
The three of them came back to their senses, and Wenquan looked at Su Zhuo with a complicated expression.
The little fat boy excitedly screamed in the team channel, "Boss, you actually know martial arts. What was that move you just made? It was so cool. I want to learn it too. Can I learn it?"
"I'll teach you later." Su Zhuo agreed while looking for a suitable weapon. The little fat boy excitedly shouted that he was going to become a martial arts master.
Bamati whispered, "But isn't it said that martial arts should be learned from a young age? Can Fatty still learn it at this age?"
"This can't be considered martial arts," Su Zhuo picked up a ring-handled sword and replied to Bamiti, "It's a killing technique I developed myself. Anyone of any age can learn it."
"Wow! The name sounds so cool, I want to learn it."
The little fat boy became even more excited, and Bamaiti's eyes lit up, and he wanted to say that he wanted to learn too.
Just then.
Su Zhuo suddenly said: "Get down!"
Xiaopangdun and Bamaiti fell to the ground without thinking. A feather arrow flew over their heads and headed towards Su Zhuo. The two of them had bloodshot eyes.
Su Zhuo stood there with a calm expression. He quickly pulled out the ring-handled sword he had just picked up to block horizontally.
“Ding bang!”
The sound of metal colliding was heard.
The next second, the feather arrow landed at Su Zhuo's feet. Before the fat boy and the other boy could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard the sound of breaking air behind them again.
Looking back, he gasped in shock at the dozen or so feather arrows.
"Ahhhhhhhh where did they get so many bows and arrows!"
Su Zhuo kicked the two men away and swung the ring-handled sword in his hand to shoot down the feather arrows. At the same time, he said, "Find cover and leave the roof."
Xiaopangdun and Bamaiti rolled and crawled downstairs.
Wenquan was worried, but before he could say anything, Su Zhuo seemed to know what he was going to say, "Find bows and arrows. The Japanese are coming from the side."
"I see."
Wenquan didn't stay and jumped off the building immediately. After the three of them left, Su Zhuo shot down the last feather arrow and took a deep look at the rooftop opposite.
The three teams of Korean players on the opposite side were smiling smugly, and one of them shouted from a distance.
"The bow and arrow are our cultural weapons of the Great Kimchi Nation. We are the best at it."
"Oh--"
Su Zhuo curled the corners of her lips, pulled out the dagger from the side of her leg, and threw it out fiercely before jumping off the roof.
“Whoosh!!”
The small, sharp dagger streaked across the roof of Building C like a meteor, and pierced into the brain of the person who spoke, under the horrified gazes of the Korean players and the Japanese players who were watching the battle situation.
“Puff!”
The dagger forcefully broke through the man's skull, and a mixture of green blood and white brain matter spurted out. The next second, he fell to the ground with a bang.
system:
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for defeating Korean Country XX.
"Siba!"
"Help him up quickly."
The Korean player hurriedly helped up his knocked-down teammate, but the latter broke down and cried loudly.
“Ahhhhhh—”
The realistic effect of the holographic game made him experience the feeling of death as if a dagger was stabbed into the brain, and his psychological defenses collapsed immediately.
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downstairs.
The moment Su Zhuo jumped down, he saw a Japanese player next to the abandoned building on the left raise his hand, draw his bow, aim, and shoot an arrow.
"Buzz!"
The feather arrow cut through the air flow and flew towards her rapidly.
After kicking the wall, Su Zhuo spun 360 degrees in the air, and then landed on the ground in the next second, splashing dust.
Not far behind him, there was an arrow with its tail feathers dangling stuck in the ground.
After missing the target, the Japanese player quickly retreated.
Su Zhuo did not pursue, but climbed into the house through the window. Her teammates had already picked up a lot of weapons at this time.
"Boss, look what I picked up, a nine-section whip! This thing should be easier to use, and it can also attack from a distance."
Su Zhuo glanced at the nine-section whip in the little fat boy's hand and said calmly, "Whips are not suitable for beginners. You should choose a knife or a sword. Chopping and swinging will be easier to get started."
"Okay, then I'll choose the broadsword. It looks domineering and handsome."
"Then I'll choose the sword. This sword is so handsome, so red." Bamaiti smiled as he held the red sword, about three feet long, with difficulty.
"Aren't you afraid that someone will kill you before you even lift it up?" The little fat boy couldn't help but worry when he saw how frail he was. "If it doesn't work, you should change to a big knife like mine. It's light and easy to chop people with."
"No, I just like the Scarlet Sky Sword. It's one of the ten famous swords!"
When the little fat boy heard this, he also wanted to change. At this time, Su Zhuo and Wenquan said at the same time: "Someone is coming!"
"Be careful. If you can't fight head-on, just hide and avoid the sneak attacks. Protect yourselves, and leave the rest to me." As he said that, Su Zhuo chose a pair of light crescent-shaped double swords and jumped over the wall first.
Corner.
A player from Japan was stunned for a moment when he saw Su Zhuo suddenly appear, and immediately swung the sword in his hand, trying to take Su Zhuo's life.
And the next second, a cut was made on his neck.
Green blood splattered out.
system:
Player Su Zhuo knocked down Japanese player Ichiraikawasuke.
After Su Zhuo killed Lai Chuanzhu with one blow, he did not immediately finish him off. Instead, he squatted down and chuckled, "Let your teammates come to rescue you. I'll wait for them."
Ichiraikawasuke: "You are dreaming."
His teammates said in the channel: "Ichirai-kun, we're coming to rescue you right away, hang in there."
"Don't come. You are no match for Su Zhuo. She is too fast, and she is waiting for you to rescue me. We must not let her conspiracy succeed." Ichiraikawasuke replied immediately. His teammates didn't want to give up on him, so he kept persuading them.
In the end, the teammates reluctantly agreed, and the atmosphere in the team was extremely sad.
"Ichiyori-kun, we will remember your sacrifice."
"Don't worry, we will go find Miyamoto-kun and the others to avenge you."
"That's right. No matter how skilled she is, two fists can't beat four hands. Besides, Miyamoto-kun and the others are much stronger than us."
Ichiraikawasuke felt that his sacrifice was great. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and said resolutely: "You killed me... eh? Where is the person?"
At the original place, except for lush grass and gravel, Su Zhuo was no longer seen. Did she leave?
Ichiraikawasuke didn't know, but no one wants to die if they can live, so he timidly moved his body to find a shelter and call his teammates.
The teammates immediately said they would be there soon, and at the same time, Miyamoto Kojiro's voice was heard in all the microphones.
"We'll be there soon. You guys lead the way and remember to report the time."
Ichiraikawasuke was overjoyed, "Miyamoto-kun!!" Now he really didn't have to die.
Three sneaky figures from Japan came to the north side of Building C. Ichiraikawa was rescued by one of his teammates, while the other two were one keeping watch and the other scouting around.
"They shouldn't be in this building anymore. There's no sound of footsteps. The Korean players across the street should still be there. I saw them when I came over just now."
Hearing this, Miyamoto Kojiro and others were somewhat surprised and disappointed.
"coward."
"Do you still want to go?"
Miyamoto Kojiro: "Let's go. Even without the Dragon Country, we still have the Kimchi Country. None of them can escape. The victory of this rematch will definitely be ours."
As soon as he finished speaking, a scream from Raikawasuke suddenly came from the headset.
"Fuck! I got knocked down again!"
"There was no announcement of the killing. Who was it that launched the sneak attack?"
"It must be Su Zhuo! Miyamoto-kun, come here quickly!"
Chaotic cries for help, along with system announcements, filled Miyamoto Kojiro's headset.
system:
Congratulations to player [Anonymous] for defeating Japanese player Ichiraikawasuke with a bow and crossbow.
Bow and crossbow are excellent weapons for shooting arrows from behind in PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. They are natural and can be used to sneak attack without revealing your position. They have long attack range, are silent, and are hard to defend against.
Miyamoto Kojiro and the other three couldn't help but stop.
"What should we do? Should we still go?"
"No matter who this person is, if we are killed, victory will be difficult."
Bird Sniper Xiaomai looked at Miyamoto Kojiro and asked him to make the decision, "What do you say, Miyamoto-kun?"
Kojiro Miyamoto was about to leave first.
Su Zhuo's cold voice suddenly appeared in the microphones, "Neon players in the military base, I am Su Zhuo, a player from Dragon Country, and I now challenge you. I will take on all of you alone. If you dare to accept the challenge, come to Ikawasuke.
I’m waiting!”
The extremely arrogant challenge declaration forced Miyamoto Kojiro to go back on his words of leaving first. Countless people focused their eyes on him. He represented the colorful Japan and must not be timid.
"Ichirai-kun, we'll be there soon. Everyone, listen up! Head towards Ichirai-kun. We must not let Su Zhuo of the Dragon Nation harm our citizens."
"Miyamoto-kun!"
Ichiraikawasuke was so moved that tears filled his eyes.
The rest of the people were also aroused to fight and gathered at the North C Building.
…
Opposite the North C Building, players from the three Korean teams who understood both languages informed the teams of the intentions of both sides.
"They seem to be about to fight. Should we join them?"
"There's an old saying in Dragon Country: We just sit back and watch as the profits flow."
"Pui has instructed us to advance as many points as possible. Miyamoto Kojiro and the others are not easy to deal with, so it's better for us to stay away from them."
"Then let's go to the opposite mountain. There's a good view over there where we can see the battle, and it's also convenient for us to use our bows and arrows..."
As soon as these words fell, a shrill scream was heard from the team's microphone.
“Ahhhhhh—”
The Korean player who was knocked down by Su Zhuo with a dagger squatted down with his head in his hands, looking terrified and shouting with his mouth wide open.
"Park Hermin, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Who knows him? He was like crazy just now."
"Will we be missing someone in this situation?"
"Never mind, let's evacuate with him first. Otherwise, once Miyamoto and the others kill Su Zhuo, we will become a thorn in his side."
Two people came forward and carried Park Hemin, and the three teams evacuated Building C in an orderly manner.
Not long after, Miyamoto Kojiro and other Japanese players gathered under the North C Building, a total of sixteen people.
Miyamoto Kojiro looked around but didn't see Su Zhuo. Xiaomai, the bird sniper beside him, looked mocking: "Ha! I knew she wouldn't dare to come!"
"I thought she was so arrogant just now because she was so capable, but it turns out she was just bluffing."
"They actually tricked us. The Dragon people really only have a little bit of cleverness. Their strength is worrying."
"Hey! Su Zhuo, are you scared? If you are scared, just admit defeat and maybe we will let you die more quickly." Bird Sniper Wheat couldn't help but open all the wheat and spoke proudly.
The others followed suit and turned on all their microphones to mock Su Zhuo.
Miyamoto Kojiro felt something was not right. Although he did not know Su Zhuo, he could tell from those one or two duels that Su Zhuo was not the type of person who would be afraid or retreat.
There must be something wrong that he overlooked.
Kojiro Miyamoto looked around again. This was the junction of Building C and the warehouse next door. There was no place for people to hide in the grass, iron nets, or stones.
Wait, Lou?
He suddenly thought of something and raised his head abruptly.
Su Zhuo, who had been waiting on the roof for a long time, stood up, opened his arms and jumped down.
"careful!"
Miyamoto Kojiro roared subconsciously.
"boom!"
Su Zhuo supported herself on the ground with one hand, curled her red lips slightly, and threw the crescent-shaped swords in her hands at the Japanese players who were still in a dazed state, instantly harvesting two heads.
At the same time, she kicked her feet and leaped into the crowd like a stream of light.
The Japanese players reacted quickly and surrounded Su Zhuo from all directions, rushing towards her.
Su Zhuo reacted quickly, somersaulting several times on the spot. At the moment when one of the men came at him with a samurai sword, he flipped over his legs and twisted his hands that were climbing up.
“Crack!”
The player's hand broke on the spot and he let out a painful roar.
At the same time, another Japanese player attacked swiftly. Su Zhuo bent down to avoid it, and pulled out the dagger from the side of his leg with his hand. The blade flashed like a crescent moon.
“Puff—”
Green blood splattered, but she was unaffected as she flipped over and jumped up, stabbing the dagger in her hand through the heart of the player whose wrist she had twisted.
At this time, two more players attacked Su Zhuo from behind. She didn't even look back, and quickly switched the dagger in her hand into a crescent-shaped double knife and swung it out.
“Puff, puff—”
Green blood light was flying all over the sky. In almost the blink of an eye, Su Zhuo killed five or six players. She did not stop and attacked the remaining players again.
Miyamoto Kojiro lowered his eyes and could no longer hold back. He rushed into the battlefield with two swords in hand and attacked Su Zhuo's left and right ribs at a speed that was dazzling.
The commentator in the live broadcast room was excited: "Oh my God! This is the style created by Miyamoto Musashi: Enmei Ichiryu. The so-called Enmei Ichiryu is a double-sword style. Miyamoto Kojiro is obviously proficient in this style.
Su Zhuo needs to be careful—damn, the Japanese snipers Xiaomai, Datian, and Muto are also here.”
When netizens from Longguo saw this scene, they cursed:
"How shameless."
"Neon Country is so shameless! God Su, go ahead and kill them!"
"Don't lose to them, Su Shen——"
"Ahhhhhhh, come on Su Shen!"
at the same time.
In the game, Su Zhuo blocked Miyamoto Kojiro's attack with her crescent-shaped double swords, and her eyes glanced at Bird Sniper Xiaomai and others attacking from both sides, and her red lips raised slightly.
She suddenly used her hands to slash Miyamoto Kojiro's double swords apart, then she jumped 180 degrees on the spot, splitting her legs in the air to avoid the horizontal attack from the person behind her, and switched the crescent swords in her hands into daggers and slashed upwards fiercely.
"Sizzle—"
Muto Taro, who wanted to attack Su Zhuo from behind, only felt a sharp pain somewhere. Before he could react, a silver-white blade appeared in front of his eyes, illuminating his stunned and terrified face.
“Puff!”
With the scimitar piercing his throat and facing the green blood light in the sky, Su Zhuo swung it again towards the two snipers Xiaomai and Datian beside him. The silver-white arc was like a full moon with a fatal force.
After killing three people in an instant, Su Zhuo did not stop. He jumped towards Miyamoto Kojiro with a tip of his toes, switched the double swords in his hands to Tang swords, and chopped them down fiercely.
Miyamoto Kojiro shouted loudly, stood on the ground with his legs as heavy as a thousand pounds, and raised the two swords in his hands to block.
However, the next second, the two swords split into spider-web-like cracks in his pupils, which opened up inch by inch, like drifting snowflakes.
"No!"
Miyamoto Kojiro's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the Tang sword, which was very similar to their country's traditional samurai sword, chop into his face with the force of thunder.
system:
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Japanese player XX.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Japanese player XXX.
…
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Japanese player Muto Taro.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Japanese player Bird Sniper Xiaomai.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Japanese player Datian XX.
Congratulations to player Su Zhuo for killing Japanese player Miyamoto Kojiro.
Player Su Zhuo achieved the [One vs. Ten] achievement.
Player Su Zhuo achieved the achievement [Killing people like cutting melons].
A long series of system announcements ignited everyone's enthusiasm.
"Aa ...
"Su Shen is awesome——————"
"It's so cool and exciting. Su Shen is so amazing. Is there anything she can't do?"
"I can't say anything but 'awesome' in this situation. I'm trembling with excitement!"
The commentator in the live broadcast room was no less calm than the netizens. He grabbed the microphone and roared, "Win!!! Su Zhuo fought against sixteen people from Japan and killed them all in less than three minutes. Among them was Miyamoto Kojiro, a prodigy from a martial arts family. Her body movements, martial arts skills, and various cold weapon moves and reactions reminded me of the peerless martial arts masters in Mrs. Jin Yong's novels.
So handsome, so elegant, so awesome!!!"
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