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Volume 10 Bug Chapter 131 The Destined Opponent

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    Chapter 131: Destined Opponent

    On the left side of the huge central arena of the "Rainbow God of War Temple", there is a solitary metal sign erected.  This sign was only the size of an ordinary tower shield and was fixed on a metal bracket about as high as my chest.  In fact, just calling it a metal sign is a bit too simplistic. I believe that in the eyes of many people it is still a simple sculpture: it was carved into the shape of a ferocious monster head, with three sharp teeth on its forehead.  It has horns, glaring eyes, thick nostrils, a ferocious and twisted face, and a huge mouth with two huge fangs on the upper and lower jaws.

    Its shape is very simple, not as delicate, smooth and lifelike as the sculptures I have seen in many cities. It just uses some rough lines to outline the outline of a monster's eyebrows, and some places have turned yellow due to rust.  brown.  But I don¡¯t know why, but I always feel that this simple animal head sculpture contains a wild and fierce solemn murderous intention. This murderous intention is spreading through the cold metal into the surrounding air, causing people who pass by it to  Everyone had the feeling of being majestically watched by some irresistible force.  I subconsciously wanted to avoid its gaze, but I didn't have the guts to do so.  Standing in front of it, I felt that this evil beast of unknown origin might resurrect at any time, jump out from the rusty metal plate, open its bloody mouth, and tear apart all the creatures in front of it.  into pieces.

    The monster's mouth was opened so wide that it occupied three-quarters of the entire metal plate, leaving a smooth silver panel between the open upper and lower jaws and the fangs on both sides.  There are two rows of different text on the left and right. The text on the left half shows a light green color, while the right half is occupied by red writing. Whether it is red or green writing, there are about thirty or forty lines.  In appearance, some handwriting colors are brighter, while others appear a little darker.

    Our president, Lady Fei Yin, placed her right hand on the metal plate. Immediately, a dazzling seven-colored light shone out from the metal plate, wrapping us in it.  When the light dissipated and everything returned to calm, I saw that the name of our guild, "A group of people who are idle and bored and chatter endlessly about random things," had appeared in the green column on the left, with green words flashing between them.  bright light - so I quickly figured out one thing: the rows of green text of different lengths on the left were all the names of various guilds from the Continental Alliance, while the red writing on the right should all be  They are the names of those guilds from the Doomsday Empire, the opponents who will compete with us for honor in front of the throne of God; similarly we can also know that those names that are shining brightly are all idle people who are resting like us.  people, and those guild members whose colors and names have become dim should be fighting their own battles.

    According to the rules, we can challenge the idle Doomsday Empire guild team. If they accept our challenge, they can directly enter the battle. If they refuse, we can continue to challenge others.  Likewise, our opponents also have the power to challenge us.

    "Who should we challenge first?" Fei Yin frowned and stared at the dozen or so red and bright guild names on the panel, hesitating as to how to choose.

    "How about this 'Strongman Alliance'?" Xian Geya pointed at the third name on the metal plate and suggested, "This name looks like a bragging exaggeration by a group of rookies who don't know the heights of the world. They usually give guilds this kind of name.  The people named above are basically novices who are strong on the outside but good on the inside, so they shouldn¡¯t be difficult to deal with.¡±

    Fei Yin thought for a while, probably agreeing with the Elf Marksman's opinion, and reached out to click on the name of the "Strongman Alliance" and issued an invitation to challenge.

    Soon, we were standing on the same stage as our opponents.  We were eagerly looking forward to seeing the group of people that Xian Ge Yayi mentioned. They were covered in low-level equipment and full of youthful enthusiasm. We could smell the strong rookie aura on them across two streets.  Silly boys full of romantic personal heroism can eliminate the differences in levels and equipment to fight against all opponents, and look forward to crushing their strongman dreams with our cruel realist iron fist.

    But unfortunately, it didn't take long for us to discover that our opponents may be neither brave nor tenacious, and do not have the fighting spirit and fighting will required by any outstanding warrior, but at least there is a command shining deep in their souls.  An excellent quality that people especially respect - honesty!

    Just as we very matter-of-factly call ourselves "a group of people who are idle and bored and chatter endlessly about random things", when five professional killers in their sixties are like wolves looking at the lamb that has just been delivered to the door.  When they looked at us with ferocious smiles, as if they couldn't wait to chop us into pieces, I felt that they had enoughFeel free to call yourself a "strongman"!

    A level 63 demon warrior easily killed five of us by himself. When he chopped down the last wild goose to the ground, he still had more than one-third of his life force left.  I was the third one to come on the stage, and after only five rounds, I was picked up by my ankles and thrown off the ring like a dead dog.  Only then did I realize that the blood-red word "strongman" above his head was highlighted in bold italics, as if to emphasize the true correctness of this word being used on them.

    This is really a long and painful memory, but the most painful thing is that this kind of memory is not the only one.

    Yangtze River Delta suggested that we challenge a guild called "Too lazy to think of a name". His reason was: a guild that is too lazy to think of a name must have very lazy members and its level will not be high.

    But soon, the tragic experiences that happened to us revealed to us such a cruel reality: a group of guys who are too lazy to think of names may not be lazy when doing other things, for example: they are very diligent in upgrading

    Yanzhen recommended a guild called "Just Play". She felt that a guild with such a name would be a group of lazy guys, and might not be very keen on improving their level and enhancing their combat effectiveness.

    But less than five minutes later, we discovered another way to understand the name of this guild: this group of extremely powerful alien warriors were as relaxed as "just playing" when they dueled us

    "When we were depressed because of defeats and setbacks, our president, Miss Concubine Yin, showed her wise and wise side as a leader of a guild.  She used a certain advanced knowledge called "marketing" to analyze our current situation and found that we are currently in an environment called a "seller's market". Those so-called "sellers" who are challenged often  They are all large guilds with a strong foundation of strength. They will never worry about the lack of opportunities to be challenged. However, those so-called "buyers" who frequently attack and actively challenge like we just did are mostly weak and eager for success.  For small guilds, the more they lose, the more impulsive their minds will be and the stronger their desire to challenge will be. Therefore, from the comparison of the numbers of all teams, the overall strength of the challenging party is always lower than that of the challenged party.  Therefore, our best choice is not to take the initiative to select our opponents, but to wait to be selected by our opponents. This will make it more likely that we will encounter some weaker opponents.

    This enigmatic and mysterious theory is like a navigation light at night, pointing out the way forward for us who are lost.  We sincerely feel that Miss Fei Yin¡¯s words are like a string of shining pearls. Every word is shining with the brilliance of reason, illuminating for us the abyss where the truth hides - although I don¡¯t know exactly what her words are.  doesn't mean anything, but that doesn't stop me from thinking it makes sense.

    It didn¡¯t take long for us to wait for our first opponent to challenge us.  Without any hesitation, we immediately accepted their challenge request with great ambition

    Please forgive me, I really don¡¯t have the courage to recall what happened after that.

    Just one tragic failure was not enough for Miss Feiyin to recognize the facts. Our president insisted that his judgment was correct. The failure in accepting the challenge for the first time was just an inevitable accident, so we went on again.  The second challenge ushered in, then the third, fourth

    We use our blood, tears and scars to prove that the so-called "seller's market" is really a beautiful mistake

    In the end, our president finally made a major revision to his conclusion: this cruel arena that left us with mottled blood and tears is neither a damn "seller's market" nor a bullshit "buyer's market."  It was simply in a state of anarchic primitive chaos, and those greedy strong men kept sweeping away, carrying out a bloody and brutal primitive accumulation of points, until they finally retired after winning nine games.  For a weak team like us, everything here is unpredictable, impossible to judge and impossible to choose.  Every opponent is so dangerous, and any cruel and terrible things are likely to happen in this chaotic and bloody arena. The most likely thing is that the five of us lined up in a neat column and were beaten violently.  Throw them off the ring one by one

    After seven consecutive duels, we gained nothing.  The nine victories we are pursuing are so out of reach, as if they only exist in ancient legends.  We have never felt that completing a task is so desperate, even if we are surrounded by Sasquatch with half a tube of health and shirtless, it does not make us so helpless.  From the eyes of my friends, I saw the unanimous thought of retreat in everyone's mind: Should weExit here, exit this sacred arena, admit your fragility and insignificance in front of the gods, and then forget about this mission and the generous rewards that the gods will bestow on the brave, until one day, we feel  Are we strong enough? Let's go back here again?

    Behind the back, the huge door wall is dark, like a big taunting mouth, waiting to welcome those desperate losers.

    I feel a little unwilling to give up. Whether it is the difficult and dangerous journey when I came here, the generous rewards for completing the mission, or the pride of a warrior who is fierce and competitive, I am not willing to quit right now.  Looking at the anxious and frustrated faces of my colleagues, I felt that I should cheer up and at least give one more try and make one more effort.

    You must know that many incredible miracles are often born from this more effort.

    "Let's try this team" I pointed to a name on the metal plate and said, "I think they will be easier to deal with."

    "Oh?" Fei Yin glanced at the sign expressionlessly, "Why do you think so?"

    Why?  Who knows why!  I just think that we should not despair because of failure, at least we should have the courage to try one last time before giving up.  For God's sake, I just pointed randomly at the weird-looking sign without even glancing at what was written on it.

    "Why? Ah, hahaha" I smiled dryly and touched my forehead, while taking a quick glance at the sign with a guilty conscience.

    Then, with great astonishment, I saw clearly for the first time the name of the opponent I had chosen for myself.

    The name of this guild team is: Being chased by wild dogs at level 5 and running naked at level 10, the selling point card was cheated at level 15, the dungeon group was destroyed at level 20, and shemale online dating at level 25, the Trojan horse was stolen at level 30, and became a black hand at level 30.  A guild was formed by the president, Funeral March, who was banned at level 5 after someone used a cheat at level 40 and was banned just after he learned how to use cheats. He could only start playing from a small account again.

    This tragic and sad guild name is simply a poignant and tragic epic of revolutionary heroism. It uses vivid realism to vividly depict for us an alien warrior who is unwilling to succumb to bad luck and stands up to declare war on fate.  Their tall backs.  Its positive significance is enough to transcend the huge gap between all races and positions, and inspire the sincere and profound courage and fighting spirit of all intelligent beings from the deepest souls. It is inspiring and thought-provoking!

    The more direct impact for us is: on this sign that can only display ten characters per line, this lengthy guild name occupies ten entire lines of space, and the densely packed thick characters almost occupy the entire sign.  It is close to three-quarters of the vast area, which means that when the screen displays this page, no matter how I point, there is more than 80% chance that I will point to the name of this guild.

    ??Somewhere, an irresistible necessity is mysteriously operating, allowing us to choose them and them choosing us.

    "Uh the name of this guild is so long" I sighed subconsciously when I looked at this guild name that made those who heard it sad and those who heard it shed tears.

    "What's wrong with the long name?" Fei Yin continued to ask listlessly.  It can be seen that the successive defeats have made her mentally depressed, and her tone of voice is filled with boredom.

    "What I mean is" Under the pressure of the president, I had to rack my brains to talk nonsense, "don't you thinkthatthe longer the name of the guildit seemsthe more  A bad look?"

    For this point of view of mine, the only thing we can refer to is our own record.  The data in our hands shows that the winning rate of the guild with the shorter name in this arena is overwhelmingly higher than that of the guild with the longer name by 100% - the specific score is seven to zero - in fact, it can be shown in that area  Among all the signs of registered teams on both sides, our guild name, which takes up two and a half lines, is the second longest.

    Looking at the guild name that was three times longer than ours, I felt that the fiery will to fight was rekindled in the eyes of my partners, and something strong seemed to be re-injected into their tired bodies.

    "What you said does make sense" Miss Feiyin looked at the long narrative poem-like guild name and couldn't help but nod frequently, "But" Suddenly, she frowned slightly, her face full of displeasure.  He glanced at me and asked suspiciously, "Why do I always think your words sound so harsh?"

    I spread my hands and shrugged, trying my best to look innocent.

    No matter what, Lady Feiyin still obeyed me.suggestions and issued a challenge request to our next opponent.

    Soon, they accepted our challenge.

    Just like the scene that happened seven times in a row, a brilliant holy light fell from the sky, and along with a "buzzing" sound, a round-arched magic door opened out of thin air from the holy light.  This door seems to be transparent, and we can still see the scene on the opposite ring through it, but in the center of this door, the originally straight light seems to be folded and bent by a pair of wonderful hands, forming a series of lines visible to the naked eye.  A spiral curve that keeps turning inward.  As the spiral of light and shadow continues to rotate, the space inside the door seems to have undergone some abnormal changes, causing the scene on the opposite side to become somewhat distorted and deformed, like the flowing reflections seen on the constantly shaking water.

    At first, I thought that this magical door would take us to another space. But when I stepped through this door with rippling light, I found that I was still standing in the same place: there were still thousands of people around me.  The temple has been frozen for many years, the colorful dome is still shining above the head, and the huge central arena is still in front of me. The only difference seems to be that the magic door surging with the undercurrent of space has been moved behind me.

    But soon I realized that the surrounding environment had undergone tremendous changes: the temple I was in, although majestic, reflected the hard and cold chill of the spine of the world everywhere, without a trace of tenderness and warmth.  breath of life.  At this time, although the temple was still a sacred fortress covered by thick ice, it was filled with an indescribable radiance of life, and everywhere exuded the benefits of holiness, solemnity, and kindness.  Countless rainbows flicker on the surrounding high walls of ice and snow that tower into the sky, making you feel indescribably beautiful and sacred. At the same time, it seems like countless pairs of staring eyes are watching you from a distance from that infinitely high place of respect.

    I believe that every rainbow represents a god. They come to the world in this way and look at the brave men in the world with approval.

    On the opposite side of the ring, a magical door also opened.  In front of that door, five adventurers from the Doomsday Empire have already stepped through this sacred door wall, wearing strange armor and holding various weapons, waiting for our arrival.

    That is our destined opponent!
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