043200 Floor (3)

The sky arena has a very high bonus, from the 1st floor to the 200th floor, you can get nearly 200 million rennies.

At the registration window on the 150th floor, the window lady explained some rules, "Mr. Fang Lang, there are specially allocated rooms on the 100th floor and above. Your room is the same as your entry number, 2014. This is your key."

Fang Lang took it and thanked him, "Thank you."

"Also, you ascended directly from the 1st floor. Let me explain to you that the Sky Arena adopts a system of climbing stairs. For example, if you are on the 150th floor, if you win a game, you can go up to the 160th floor, and vice versa. , if you lose, you have to go to the 140th floor, if you fall to the 90th floor, the room allocated to you will also be recycled.”

"Okay, I see." Fang Lang nodded.

"Finally, you haven't been hurt in the ring on the first floor. The committee can arrange another match for you today. Would you like to participate?" The window lady said with a smile.

"Can I participate in 2 games a day?" Fang Lang asked.

"Yes, if you win the first game and don't take damage, you can be assigned up to 2 games in one day."

"Okay, arrange another game for me today."

"Understood." Miss Window entered for a while in front of the computer, then handed a ticket to Fang Lang, saying: "This is your registration certificate, please wait in the next room, the broadcast will notify you. , wish you victory."

"Thank you, thank you." Fang Lang gave the other party a hearty smile, then took the registration certificate and walked into the next room.

It is not so much a lounge, but a fitness center. There are a lot of fitness equipment in it, allowing the contestants to do some preparatory exercises.

Fang Lang found a stool and sat down, and after a while, Bisji also walked in.

"If you hit the 200th floor or more, you will be given a luxurious room, which can be compared to the presidential suite of a five-star hotel." As soon as he entered the door, Biske said so.

"Actually, I'm more curious, who is the owner of this Sky Arena?" Fang Lang raised his eyebrows.

"Who knows, you can use the intelligence website to check, maybe you can get what you want." After a pause, Bisji whispered: "But I can tell that behind the arena, there are national-level forces."

"Cough, I'm just curious, I don't want to do anything." Fang Lang coughed dryly.

"Let's not talk about that, how far have you learned about the Four Great Elements?" Bisji dragged her chin, looked at Fang Lang, and asked casually.

"Basics learned."

"Basically, have you learned how to wrap your hair?" Bisqui was a little surprised.

"Yes."

"Then, what can you see in this?" As he said, Biske held out his index finger.

Fang Lang narrowed his eyes and felt it for a moment. He could feel the presence of the qi that was released above Bisji's index finger.

But if you have to say that there is something, Fang Lang can't see it.

"That's it, I probably understand your learning progress." Bisji retracted her fingers and smiled: "All in all, it's too early to learn the application skills of the four major elements, you should use your mind to fight first, and I will watch it. "

"For ordinary people?" Fang Lang was surprised.

"Idiot, I said wait until you reach the 200th floor." Biske said angrily.

Just then, a voice came from the radio.

"Contestant No. 1064 and No. 2014, please go to the b Arena on the 156th floor to participate in the competition. Repeat..."

Hearing the broadcast, Fang Lang said hello to Bisji and set off.

Taking the elevator to the 156th floor, he found B Arena again. Fang Lang took out his participation certificate and was allowed to enter the competition.

Different from the small fights on the 1st floor, there were already a lot of spectators at the 150th floor game. Fang Lang visually estimated that at least 30,000 people were watching the game. Of course, compared to the huge audience, there were only 30,000 people, three in a row. One-third of the seats were not filled.

"Don't look around, kid, your opponent is this uncle!"

An arrogant voice came, and Fang Lang retracted his gaze and looked at his opponent.

A man in his twenties, with blond hair, wearing a strong suit that is very suitable for combat.

Just judging from the momentum, it is really not on the same level as the players I have seen before, at least for ordinary people, the opponent is already very good.

At this time, a shout came from the commentary system.

"Friends from the audience, I'm the commentator Liz, and now I'm explaining the 150th floor lift match. First of all, there is the blue player Locke. This name must be familiar to everyone. Locke is a veteran player on the 150th floor. The second time he reached the 190th floor, his strength is far superior to the other players at the same stage, but his luck has been bad, and he has no chance to rise to the 200th floor. This time he has made a comeback again, let us send our best wishes."

"Secondly, it's the red player Fang Lang. No one has heard of this name. In fact, I just found out that Fang Lang was directly assigned to the 150th floor in the 1st floor ranking competition. This is a relatively rare thing. The judges at the time seemed to like Fang Lang very much, but as a newcomer, if he encounters a veteran player at once, should he be said to be unlucky, or is he lucky?"

"Anyway, the game is about to start. Friends, please press the quiz machine at hand to place your bets. The betting time is ten seconds. Start!"

The scene suddenly became lively, and the explanation was a good contrast to the scene.

Fang Lang raised his head and looked at the big screen. At this time, the big screen showed the heads of two people, Fang Lang and Locke.

The odds of the two are also urgent

The speed is changing, and in just ten seconds, it finally freezes.

Locke, 0.815.

Fang Lang, 3.185.

"Oh, Fang Lang, who is a newcomer, is overwhelmingly not optimistic. The odds are 3.185. It seems that the audience thinks that Locke will win. So who will die, please wait and see." The female commentator said in surprise. .

At the same time, the judge glanced at the two of them and said, "Fang Lang contestant, this is your first time participating in the competition. Let me tell you the rules."

The game adopts the tko system.

cleanhit, excellent attack, one point.

criticalhit, precise attack, two points.

down, make the opponent fall to the ground, stand up after the judge starts counting, plus one point.

Whoever gets 10 points first wins.

Of course, a KO is also possible.

"I understand." Fang Lang nodded.

"Then, start!" The judge didn't say much, just waved to indicate the start of the game.

And at the moment he waved, Locke has rushed towards Fang Lang, sneering in his mouth: "Newbie? Let me teach you how to survive here!"

For Locke's first attack, the audience erupted into strong cheers. For them, if Locke won, they had money.

"Tsk tsk, I knew I should bet on myself, but unfortunately, there may not be such a good chance in the future."

Fang Lang sighed inwardly, turned sideways at the moment of the opponent's attack, aimed his front at Locke's back, and then retracted his feet. At this time, he was already on the side of Locke's back.

In an instant, Fang Lang's knife hit Locke's neck.

With a bang, Locke fell to the ground without even screaming.

At the moment of coma, he only felt that his brain was spinning like a vortex.

All of this happened in an instant. Before the judge blinked, Locke punched Fang Lang. After the blink of an eye, Locke fell to the ground and was unconscious.

"One, one ko!" After watching Locke for three seconds, the judge loudly announced: "The winner, Fang Lang!"

Fang Lang was not at all happy about this kind of victory, it was a matter of course, the only emotion was a pity, the odds of 3.185, how good is the next million ringtones? Even if it will lower the odds, doubling it is definitely fine.

With a wave of his hand, Fang Lang left the arena.

Biske on the other side also won easily. The two happened to meet in the elevator, and the rooms were allocated very close, almost opposite the door.

Fang Lang is 2014 and Bisji is 2015.

Time flies, and in the afternoon two days later, Fang Lang once again defeated his opponent and finally obtained the login qualification for the 200th floor. ..