"Lost?" GODLIKE rarely smoked, but at that time, he lit a cigar.

"Do you think you beat me?"

TIGER was restless by GODLIKE's leisurely expression and did not speak.

"Who do you think I am?" GODLIKE smiled: "I am GODLIKE, no one can defeat me."

Then he turned on the last card.

Win that game.

In the end, TIGER was in a mess and still failed to win the final victory.

People are regretting TIGER. There is only a slight difference between Mithril City changing ownership, but TIGER knows that he is actually not a match for GODLIKE at all.

The familiar feeling back then has come back.

"Defeat? Real professional players are tumblers. You can win him, but you can't defeat him."

"Who do you think I am? I am GODLIKE, no one can defeat me."

TIGER understood that GODLIKE and King Nuo are the same kind of person, the same kind of person he needs to look up to.

He also hopes to be such a person. After losing to GODLIKE and King Nuo, he feels excited. He seems to have seen a field he has never entered before, but then he is submerged in huge data calculations.

And then today.

He thought he would never feel that way until he retired, but...

"I'll do it. The chances of DARK's second team winning FD are 100%... 100%... uh, ignore it."

At that time, my words were still in my ears, which made TIGER feel extremely ashamed and blushed.

But it also made him extremely curious about this person named POSEIDON.

TIGER started to calculate as always, and then he was surprised to find that with the strength of the rest of the DARK second regiment, it was almost impossible for them to win the FD without taking into account the factors of luck. Through the complicated data, he seemed to see a stunning young man facing him and fighting an epic war with him.

Then he lost.

But the fierce fighting spirit burned, and TIGER's passion began to roll inexplicably. He thought that after experiencing the fight with King No, GODLIKE, he would never feel excited again, and he would never find the feeling of youth again. He was extremely convinced that this mysterious opponent called POSEIDON had the potential to become a person of the level of King No, GODLIKE. He would never have the chance to fight with King No, GODLIKE or GODLIKE. He thought he would never be able to enter the world he longed for in his life, the spiritual world of a true professional player king. When he was in a daze, the opportunity came.

He tried his best to win the FD of the second boss. He thought he had defeated POSEIDON. He wanted to meet POSEIDON in person and then ask that question.

"I defeated you, right?"

As for a senior, it is a bit too much to treat a junior like this, but TIGER no longer wants to think about it so much.

Then he got the news that POSEIDON did not open up the second BOSS Obsidian statue at all. He and his teammates had a dinner at the bar for an entire afternoon.

All of this seems to be just a self-produced drama directed by TIGER, without any rival scenes.

Then he angrily swallowed him.

He wants POSEIDON to join the battle, but POSEIDON dares to stop, which is unbearable!

He wrote many provocative words, even unpleasant words at the back of the silver post, and anyone with a little blood would get angry when he saw it. He wanted to provoke him, he wanted to compete with POSEIDON, and he wanted to become an unbeatable professional player. He felt that the opportunity was right in front of him.

The last sentence of the silver post is:

POSEIDON, you are a turtle in a tavern for six hours and thirty-two minutes, and I will wait for you to get out of the shell for six hours and thirty-two minutes, and then open up the third boss, don't let me down, boy.

In the Far Star Hall, Yang Hai smashed a keyboard with one punch.

"Brother Hai, calm down, calm down..." Zhang Ben looked at his expression becoming more and more gloomy, and he advised with a wry smile. He also called another network administrator to replace the keyboard.

Yang Hai took a deep breath and said to the network administrator: "The damaged keyboard will be deducted from my salary. You go and say hello to the lobby manager."

Zhang Ben sighed: "Brother Hai, calm down, I think there must be a reason for this matter."

"Oh?" Yang Hai glanced at Zhang Ben, feeling that this kid was just a bit like a heir to a large consortium now. "Then you analyze it."

"This is an obvious way to provoke the generals." Zhang Ben pointed to the screen and said, "I think the method of provoking the generals is just like this. I will only say that you are a coward, incompetent, or something like that. Brother Hai, you won't be able to see it, so if you are angry, you will be fooled by him. Why do you want your opponent to be satisfied?"

"Wrong." Yang Hai said angrily: "The power of the provocation method is that it is effective even if the opponent sees it through. I know he is provoking, but I still want to kill him."

Zhang Ben didn't say anything. To be honest, some of the things that TIGER said were really bad. If Yang Hai's name was replaced by him, he might not be able to perform well.

They were talking about the game hall here, and in the professional training room on the inside of Yuanxing, Zhong Bingquan and Chen Qing were also talking about it.

"Chen Qing, some people will not come back if they missed it," Zhong Bingquan sat on the chair and saw Chen Qing fight a level 15 person on the FC game platform. The content of the battle was StarCraft. On the FC platform, level 15 is the lowest level of professional players, and level 20 is a real professional master. Chen Qing's strength in the interstellar is about level 16, so it is not very difficult to fight this opponent, so there is also a word that listens to Zhong Bingquan's words.

"You have to seize some opportunities, too." Zhong Bingquan was still persuading. "Some things cannot be humble."

Chen Qing showed a honest smile and said, "Forget it, Bingquan, who Ruoshui likes is her own business."

"But I am Ruoshui's cousin, I am your friend." Zhong Bingquan's eyes flashed: "I still hope Ruoshui can marry someone who really cares about her. That Yang Hai... To be honest, I feel a little disliked by him."

"I met him." Chen Qing's hand flew across the keyboard. The four lightning soldiers released a storm at the same time, forming a matrix. The opponent's spearmen were killed and injured, and could no longer hold on and hit GG.

Then he asked very friendlyly: "AG?"

"NO, THANKS." Chen Qing refused the request to fight again and went offline directly: "Bingquan, I have met with that Yang Hai and asked others about it. Yang Hai is not a person with bad morals - that's enough. You should respect Ruoshui's opinion. If she really likes Yang Hai." Chen Qing Qing's expression was a little sad: "I..."

He didn't continue to say it, but Zhong Bingquan understood what he meant.

But he didn't want to give up. That day, he called Yang Hai to drive away the REP from the kicker and looked at it. He found that this man named Yang Hai was extremely powerful in the King of Fighters. The games have common parts. Judging from the situation where Yang Hai fought against King of Fighters, several points can be determined: First, his hand speed is very fast; second, his reaction is very fast.

As the saying goes, the world is not successful without success, Zhong Bingquan feels that among the entire Far Star, there are probably only two people who can test Yang Hai's fine depth in the entire Far Star. He definitely doesn't want to go there personally, and in the end he still has to trick Chen Deng into being cannon fodder.

"Chen Deng, when my uncle (Su Ming) was having dinner that day, he said that he wanted to find a way for Yang Hai to enter the semi-professional league." Zhong Bingquan whispered: "The better Yang Hai does, the smaller your chances you have. I think my uncle has an extraordinary attitude towards him."

Chen Deng's face was a little reluctant.

"You don't understand what I mean, Bingquan." Chen Deng's face was a little lonely: "I have this feeling, Ruoshui has always regarded me as a big brother."

"Then you have to fight for it even more." Zhong Bingquan subconsciously broke a carbon pen and threw it into the trash can: "In this way, I'll call Yang Hai, you can play two games and you can play anything."

"Bingquan--"

"At least you know the opponent's background."

Chen Deng opened his mouth, hesitated for a while, but still shook his head.

"I'll call him over." Zhong Bingquan decided to see what happened today, turned around and walked out. Chen Deng reached out to pull him, but he couldn't pull him. He looked complicated and still didn't chase him out.

He also wanted to know what kind of level his love rival was. Although as a professional player, fighting against amateur players made Chen Deng feel a little ashamed.

But somehow, he suddenly remembered what Zhong Bingquan said to him just now.

Some things cannot be humble.

He was struggling, and Su Ruoshui pushed the door and came in.

"I met my cousin in the corridor and felt a strange look." Su Ruoshui asked unintentionally: "What's wrong with him?"

"Well, I don't know..." Chen Deng said with some confusion: "Probably, I'm calling someone to play two games with me."

"Who?" Su Ruoshui took a can of soda from the refrigerator.

"..." Chen Deng looked at Su Ruoshui's back and whispered: "Yang Hai."

"Wow!" Su Ruoshui's eyes lit up: "I like it! Brother Chen Deng, can you do me a favor?"

"Um?"

"That stupid bear always looks as if I am a master. I have been disliked by him for a long time and can't beat him." Su Ruoshui said with a smile: "You can help me kill him well, okay?"

Chen Deng originally wanted to say: "The game is not dare to say the winner easily before it is over." But when he saw Su Ruoshui's bright and smiling face, the words turned into: "Okay, I'll vent your anger for you."

Su Ruoshui immediately smiled and walked over to help Chen Deng pinch his shoulders: "I knew that Brother Chen Deng was the best to me."

Chen Deng was still ashamed of bullying amateur players, but he had made up his mind. In any case, he did not want to lose to Yang Hai in front of Su Ruoshui.

When Zhong Bingquan arrived at the game hall, Yang Hai was chatting with Zhang Ben. They talked about several classic maps of Warcraft.

Zhong Bingquan said the purpose of the trip.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Yang Hai said, without saying the rest of the sentence.

No interest in abuse.

"Hey, don't do this." Zhong Bingquan frowned: "There are not many opportunities like this."

Zhang Ben was watching the joke next to him.

No matter what Zhong Bingquan said, Yang Hai just didn't go. In the end, Zhong Bingquan became annoyed and said, "Yang Hai, aren't you afraid, are you? You can't be a turtle."

A turtle, another turtle.

Yang Hai felt an evil fire rushing directly from his stomach to his head. Before the anger I was exposed from TIGER in the morning, someone came to fill the block. Zhang Ben had a very wink. He saw that it was not good, so he pulled Zhong Bingquan and left. Yang Hai resisted the urge to smash another keyboard and watched coldly as Zhong Bingquan was pulled away by Zhang Ben.

"Junior brother, what are you doing?" Of course Zhong Bingquan could struggle, but now he was the only son of the Zhang chaebol, so he didn't dare to struggle, so he could only ask helplessly.

"Are you crazy?" Zhang Ben said angrily. "What do you have to go and provoke Brother Hai? He is now a neutron energy reactor. Not to mention ignition, even if he explodes in the light, do you want to die?"

"I just...uh..."

"Don't make him angry." Zhang Ben said with his eyes widened: "Go back to the professional training area, or leave Yuanxing now, anyway, don't show up in the game hall again to let Brother Hai see you. Immediately!"
Chapter completed!