Chapter 10

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The so-called sword, that is, the two sides only use a short blade, close combat. All attacks and defensive actions can only be done with a blade. The test is the quality of the reaction, sensitivity, speed and courage of both sides.
There are often no special effects, but they are extremely beautiful.
The process of knives and blood between the two sides is like a shuttle between two shuttles, which is fascinating and fascinated by the beauty and power contained in this picture.
However, if the strength of the two sides of the knife is too large, then the audience will see a unilateral performance.
Tyrone is holding the dagger in anti-hand, this is a very solid posture, can only make the action of the downward thorn and the cross knife defense. Almost no one will fight back with a knife, but Tyrone did just that.
And he has the upper hand, with a touch of his eyes showing his boring look.
Tyrone’s dagger is not like a dagger, it is more like a light hidden at his fingertips.
When he is willing to wave, the knife light will appear suddenly, cut through time and space, and show the amazing beauty, but also chillingly collide with the enemy's blade.
The sound of the dagger colliding with the dagger is like a crisp ringtone, which makes people almost smell the cold and clean taste.
The bell rang, just two seconds.
The road's extraordinary forehead is already densely packed with cold sweat.
His wrists began to become rigid, the picture in his eyes began to become difficult to understand, the judgment of the enemy had expired, and even his own movements began to be under control.
Suddenly, Lu Chao felt a shock on his wrist.
His dagger flew out.
He lost, and if he failed, he couldn’t even produce it.
The road was super-mouthed, and the sweat and blood flowed along the chin, and the eyes looked at the opposite person with fear.
Tyrone still held his silence in the backhand, slowly sticking the blade on the extraordinary neck, and then said: "What is the difference between mixed blood and hybrid?"
The extraordinary sight of the road was completely captured by his dark golden eyes, and he began to sweat coldly behind him. He subconsciously wanted to remove his own sight, but he did not know why he could not move.
He felt his psychological defenses faltering in the dark, and if he confessed here, he would be afraid of Tyrone from then on!
For a long time, Lu Chaoyuan gritted his teeth and said: "No... no difference, you are this - ah -"
He screamed, but found himself not killed and turned into white light.
Tyrone just took a knife and began to slide down from his eyes, leaving a bloodline on him exactly as if he had divided the whole person into left and right halves - and then cut off his belt.
Tyron said lazily: "The difference is that I will be upset when I hear 'hybrid'; I will be very upset when I hear 'hybrid.'"
Tyron disappeared into the darkness again without a word.
The road was super sweaty, trying to hang up his waistband, covering a pair of long-haired white legs, and finally able to free his hands to cover the nosebleeds, slowly moving in the corridor in a very embarrassing gesture.
At this time, he has already admitted his failure. What he wants to do now is to end this game immediately! Then the next game or the place outside the game, he can pull back the city sooner or later.
But he can't do it himself, he can't do it himself in this kind of high-profile game. Otherwise, in addition to the ugliness, he will lose face and face the accusation of "negative competition". At that time, even if he wins, there is still dignity. Word...
When thinking about this, Lu Chaofan suddenly saw the figure in front of it is the figure of Tyrone!
Tyrone seems to be placing traps on the wall and wants to wait for the opponent to come.
Lu Chao’s heart jumped, and he hid the first two steps, suddenly stopped again.
He was alert and silently circumvented another corridor, then twisted around the side of Tyrone, and after a few moments of observation, he used stealth skills to walk behind Tyrone.
He is silent in his heart: five meters, four meters, three meters, two meters...
The road superb suddenly rushed forward, and he was ready to tie the dagger into the back neck of Tyrone without defense.
Suddenly, his body froze.
A trap firmly gripped his right foot, where the familiar toxin invaded his body, causing a stiff state for a few seconds.
Unexpectedly, this game completely out of the script, and finally ended in his trap.
At this time, Tyrone looked back and slammed his head and reached for the extraordinary face of the road, as if checking his skin hardness.
"I heard that you are a trap expert who has no choice but to predict the behavior patterns of many opponents. He has won many games with great deities." Tyron said, "So, the meaning of forgetting is to forget the trap of opening the game." where?"
The road is so full of trembling that I don’t know whether it is because of anger or humiliation.
But after a few seconds, his mind was full of fear.
Because Tyrone was expressionless, he handed the dagger to his eyes.
The blade that slowly travels toward your own eyes - when faced with it, few people will not feel the fear of the bones.
And this time, it is really inserted from the eye - into the skull, put to death.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
After a few seconds, the first game of the bo3 system ended.
Player 419 won and now scores 1:0.
After a one-minute countdown, the game will start the next round.
At this time, the inside and outside of the field are still isolated from each other. The road is super tired and fearful. He doesn't know what the audience will see when he sees his ugliness, but his spirit is already tightened to the limit.
So he applied for a ten-minute intermission.
In these ten minutes, the players will rest in the rest area, and the staff will be the same.
In order not to make the audience feel bored, one man and one woman explained that they continued to talk about the game.
The male commentary: "I never expected that the 419 player actually won so easily."
The female commentary: "Yes, both players are dark horse players on the b-list. Originally we guessed that the two assassin-type career games will be a very exciting game for you."
The man explained "Well" and looked like a sigh and amazed, saying: "The 419 player not only has the upper hand from the beginning, but also has a feeling of being comfortable all the time..."
The female commentary added: "It’s like a cat and a mouse."
She said it was very straightforward, which made the extraordinary fans very embarrassed, dissatisfied with the screen on the public screen.

The commentary is simply eccentric!

"My family loves beans is simply uncomfortable. He was still giving a fan a birthday in the middle of the night! This is what you won't win!"
However, the four masters are on the contrary, seeing the idol killing the opposite player, it is so blasting, cool to typing, and began to brush on the public screen.
"There is so much nonsense, it is not lost like a dog!"
"I stepped on my own trap and used to claim to be a trap master. Now the cowhide is blown!"
On a virtual display that was up to several meters in a row, the two fans began a fierce battle, and the smell of gunpowder spread directly from the field to the off-site.
And when fans are ready to fight, there is a chaos in the background.
The little goblin host of the palm of the hand flew in and said in a panic: "What to do, director, my microphone was lost."
Director: "Can you still lose it in your hand?"
The little goblin shouted: "I don't know, I walked in the background, and once I found out that I was taking the fries."
Everyone: "..."
The director can't smile: "You eat this! The microphone can also change the fries! The dandelion microphone is specially made for you, now it's gone, you pick an ordinary one."
The little goblin took the wings and left.
The director said to other staff members: "Okay, you should pay more attention to it later. The microphone is directly connected. If you are taken away by the audience, it is not good. Lao Xu, you have to shut down that channel first."

Well!
The staff went back and looked for it. However, the channel had not been found yet. They suddenly heard the voice coming from the host channel.
The extraordinary voice of the road came from far away:
"Do you want to go to the sky! Let you lose you tmd dare to give me a win? Have you forgotten that 2.5 million are still in my hands?"
The host channel is directly connected to all the speakers outside the venue, and the residual sound is around the beam for a long time.
The road's extraordinary players came to the door and everyone was shocked.
director:"……"
host:"……"
Commentary: "..."
There was a dead silence in the studio.
There was a dead silence in the audience.
The host channel is still passing the sound.
The sound of water, like someone is washing their hands slowly.
Then there is number 419: "Hey, don't forget."
Lu Chaofan even shouted more than 20 sentences, and said with anger: "The breach of contract is 20 million yuan, and you [哔-]'s [哔-] can't afford it! My reputation loses you [哔-] It’s a loss to have the ability!

No. 419: "Don't worry, bo3 is not. If you win in the next two games, you will still win."
Lu Chaofan: "Are you mentally retarded?! I will not only win, but I will also win beautiful! Otherwise, am I full of support to sign a contract with you? I have Xu Xuan directly give you a 0.2 as before. Second delay, I won't win? Ah?!"
Broadcasting room.
All staff: "..."
The director turned his head silently and quietly looked at his assistant director.
The silence speaks.
Xu Vice-President: "..." Road is extraordinary, your tmd is not mentally retarded! Mentally retarded, ah, ah, ah!
The director said with deep meaning: "The channel is closed first and reported to the organizing committee. The game continues according to the process, we are not in a hurry."
In the audience.
The audience has gradually reacted from the petrochemical status, and there has been a lot of talk.
As the ten-minute intermission time came to an end, the audience's arguments began to heat up, and soon angry emotions grew and spread.
Someone started to brush the screen on the public screen.
Only two players who were completely isolated from the field, if they did not know how to re-enter the stage, prepare for the second game.
After passing out of the rest room, Lu Chao returned to courtesy and smiled with a big star on his face. After standing face to face with the No. 419 player, he seemed to say hello politely.
Everyone: "..." You pretend? Then install?