Chapter 1445 [Dragon Fist Engine Burst] VS [Asura's Phoenix Fist](Chapter Preview)

Turning back time, at midnight, another battle was about to begin ...

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[Tournament of the best S3, first round]

[Venue: Dirac's sea (fake)]

When the system announcement rang in his ears, the fourteen players from both order and gods were teleported into the scenario world.

It was a dark domain, boundless and lifeless, like a desert made of particles. There was no clear boundary between the "sky" and the "earth" here, and it was impossible to tell where the light source was ... However, whether it was the clarity of vision, the sense of space, or distance ... This place was no different from the outside world.

[The match will begin in 30 seconds.]

In a solemn and somber atmosphere, the candidates for the battle of the vanguards had already appeared on the battlefield.

The first player that order sent out was drunken melancholy.

In terms of one-on-one fighting ability, drunken melancholy was on par with Zen dream in the drunken life and death, slightly better than the other two. However, in terms of character ... Brother drunken only liked to joke around, but brother Zen was very "carefree" in both his words and actions. Therefore, it was a more secure choice to send lying drunk up for this important first battle.

Looking at the gods ...

The vanguard they sent was once their "secret weapon," bi an [Asura].

The reason why he added the word 'once' was because his strength was no longer a secret.

In S2, Asura had even teamed up with the top five from regulation to fight mirror demon. In any case, from the situation at that time, he was no match for any of the top five.

However, that was all in the past ...

After the battle in the mirror realm, Asura's original arrogance and conceit had been crushed to pieces. In its place was an impassioned desire to fight.

Those who hate their opponents after being defeated will always be the weak. Only by hating your own weakness after being defeated would you have the possibility of becoming a strong person.

Asura ... Obviously belonged to the latter.

When he realized that his talent was only average in the professional world, and that there were countless people who were more talented and more hardworking than him ... He changed.

He put away his arrogant Chuunibyou attitude and put himself in the position of a learner and a pursuer. He no longer relied on his boss (or [Shiva] 's [cousin]) identity to occupy the studio's resources. Instead, he relied on his own efforts to constantly hone and improve.

In short, the current Asura's strength was no longer the same as before.

............

[Five ... Four ... Three ...]

The countdown of the last five seconds had already begun. At this moment, the two people on both sides of the barrier not only did not retreat, but they also came forward.

They were less than five meters apart, looking at each other through the invisible wall.

[Two...One ... Fight!]

Huuuu

The moment the barrier disappeared, a fist force was sent out.

Drunken melancholy was indeed one of the top players among the current professional players. When he saw that Asura was going to fight him head-on, he had an idea. He used the first move, the fourth form of sky frost fist,[flying frost and snow]. Not only did this skill tighten the fist belt, but it also had a certain slowing effect of the ice attribute ... Regardless of whether the opponent chose to block or fight, they would be injured.

Wuwuwuwu

As expected, after a moment, although Asura, who had swung his arms to block the "penetrating" fist force, was able to dispel it, he was unable to avoid the erosion of the frost effect, and he fell into a passive position from the beginning of the fight.

Lying drunk continued to press on with his victory, and he used his signature move,[lightning speed fist], to meet the attack. In an instant, the fist radiance turned into lines and densely covered the sky, forcing Asura to retreat step by step. He could only cross his arms to protect his head in defense.

A few seconds later, Asura's posture was getting lower and lower, and its entire upper body couldn't stand up.

"Hey, hey ... Don't tell me it's over so soon ..." The reason why drunk was complaining in his heart was that the battle had only just started, and the opportunity to kill had already appeared.

In the face of an enemy with their upper body lowered and their vision and posture restricted-there was a very suitable way to break through.

There was a saying that ... All the martial arts in the world rose like dragons, and a fist could break the sky.

great players were great not only because they had fast reactions, excellent operation, and outstanding awareness ... people with these abilities could be called "powerful," but to become "great," they also needed a tenacious spirit and an iron-like will.

drunken melancholy was a professional player who lived up to the word "great." in his early years, when he played other games, he would seriously fight on until the 40th minute, 50th minute when others thought that he would be able to hang up and surrender in about 10 minutes ... even if he was badly beaten, as long as the game was not over, he would continue to think of ways to fight back and do everything he could in exchange for even a 1% chance of turning the tables.

his logic was very simple-assuming that in a hundred desperate matches, there would only be one chance to turn the tables, then i could win that game, and those who gave up early would never have that chance.

if this ratio was changed to 1000 or 10000 matches, it would be the same ... and this theory could also be said to be the starting point of drunken stupor as a professional player.

at this moment, the drunken man who was completely overwhelmed by the other party in terms of raw strength had also reached the point of 'despair'.

however, he did not lose his calm and determination to win. while minimizing his injuries, he thought ...

the difference in physical skills is too great. i'm already at my limit. if i continue to be attacked like this, my life points will be depleted ...

"there aren't any items or equipment that can change the situation or delay time ...

"unless i can temporarily break free from this continuous suppression, i can't force an attack to take my opponent down with me ..."

as these thoughts flashed through his mind, drunken moan's life points had already broken through the 20% danger line. he could not wait any longer.

asura also seemed to be aware of the other party's situation. he immediately took a deep breath and increased the power of his continuous punches.

in fact, asura's current battle situation couldn't be said to be in the bag ...

[extreme martial stellar shura transformation] was a transformation that placed a huge burden on the body. even that lu bu from the wushuang plains could not activate it for too long, or his life would be in danger. asura was a player, so the time he could use this skill was even more limited. as such, he did not dare to let his attacks relax, hoping to take his opponent down with a single round of attacks.

"Ha!"

At this tense moment, drunken moan suddenly let out a loud cry and did something unexpected ... He gritted his teeth and used his chest to take the punch. Then, he used the 'dip' stance of his soft fist and grabbed Asura's wrist.

This move ... Normally, it wouldn't be of much use, because Asura's strength was above his. Even if his wrist was cut, this punch could still be retracted.

However, lying drunk was obviously not interested in this. He didn't intend to stop his opponent from pulling back his fist, but to ...

Huuuu

In the next second, lying drunk retracted his body in frustration, and his entire body was like a slithering snake. Relying on the momentum of his "dip" hand, he smoothly wrapped around Asura's arm.

It turned out that lying drunk's idea in the desperate situation was to use a lock skill.

If Feng bujue's locking skill was professional, then drunken melancholy's locking skill was VAN level ... Including him, players like seven kills, ask the heavens, and Brahma, who were proficient in close combat, had all trained in locking skills.

Of course, very few players of this level would take the initiative to use that technique, because this technique could only delay the battle in the later stages of the game, and could not determine the winner. Moreover, in terms of viewing, compared to the kind of battle where both sides used their fists and feet to attack each other or release waves ... The entanglement of lock skills was tiring and ugly.

"Do you really want to win that badly ..." Asura was still standing even though half of his body was entangled by his opponent. This showed that his current strength was enough to support drunken gloom's weight while wrestling with the lock skill.

"It's not that I 'want to win', but I have the obligation to' want to win '..." Drunken gloom's words were hard to understand at first glance."The will to win is the basic professional ethics in this line of work. I don't even think or measure how much I want to win ... Because it's natural to try my best to win ..." As he spoke, he used his free hand to take out a bottle of unknown liquid from his bag and poured it into his mouth. "There's no time for you to think about your desire for victory in a battle. Your brain should be thinking about how to use the most effective techniques ... At the most effective distance, at the most effective timing, and at the fastest speed ... To launch an attack!"

It was unknown what drunken moan had drunk, but after he said that, the power in his body suddenly rose ... He used the power of his entire body to resist Asura's arm and successfully broke the latter's arm.

"Cough, cough, cough." When the pain came, Asura gritted his teeth and did not cry out. He only let out a muffled groan from his throat. Two seconds later, he roared,"okay!" Thank you for your guidance!"

After he finished drinking, he suddenly swung his shoulder.

For Asura, having his left arm broken was in a sense a good thing, because it allowed him to naturally escape from the lock.

With a strong swing, drunken gloom's entire body flew out.

"Now!"

At this moment, the same thought flashed through the minds of the two.

Drunken melancholy was already in a state of near death. It was not easy for him to fight for such a chance to exchange blows across space, so he would naturally not let it go.

Asura's load in his transformed state had also reached its limit. In addition, he had already lost an arm. If the outcome of this battle was not decided in this move, he would most likely be the one who would die.

"Dragon Fist ..."

"Asura ..."

At the moment of death, both sides used their most powerful killing moves and all the energy in their bodies, and ... They both named their moves.

[Dragon Fist engine burst] VS [Asura Phoenix fist]!

An extreme expert, an extreme killing move.

A head-on confrontation to determine the winner.