I Have Countless Skill Points

On the weekend, Wang Lan wore a tight elastic T-shirt and a pair of jeans and went out with Devil May Cry.

When they arrived at Suzhou City Stadium, there was already a sea of ​​people outside the stadium.

If the students in my class have a bad boy with an alternative style of painting, then the entrance of the gymnasium is a large-scale non-mainstream killer and even a special show for anime martial arts characters.

More than half of the people at the scene are dressed in styles that only you can't think of or they can't see. There are girls in miniskirts showing big white legs, but with watermarks on their faces. Wearing a sleeveless vest full of rivets, a muscular man with a big bald head and a string of braids behind his back.

A man with eye shadow, a swordsman with a nose ring, a loli with a two-handed sword and a mace.

Anyway, Wang Lan couldn't understand the taste of these star warriors.

However, the image of Wang Lan fits perfectly into this group of non-mainstream people, because at this moment Wang Lan is wearing a moon-white mask, even if she is wearing normal clothes, wearing a mask is not very normal.

Although the star warriors looked rough and their images were so maverick, they still lined up very well and entered the sports venue one by one with their star martial certificates. When entering the venue, everyone will get a number, which is their ID number.

At this moment, the large square in the gymnasium is divided into twenty competition rings. Today and tomorrow, eight hundred star fighters will compete here, and one hundred official contestants will be determined through several rounds of preliminaries.

Because Wang Lan signed up late, his number plate was 700.

The preliminaries will not be broadcast, and no audience will be arranged to watch the competition. It is an internal selection by the organizer of the Star Martial Contest. In the stands that can accommodate 20,000 people, there are 800 registered contestants sitting sparsely.

Wang Lan randomly found a seat and sat down. The organizer's power amplifier loudly announced the process and rules and regulations of the preliminary competition. After the start of the competition, the competition will be conducted according to the normal practice. Those who are kicked out of the ring, take the initiative to admit defeat, and have no strength to fight will be judged as losers.

The organizer invited professional medical star fighters here, which also made the contestants no worries, and they were very considerate.

"I'm going? Do you want to compete?"

"Isn't it better than appearance? I even specially painted makeup for three hours!"

"Nimma, can I use the clothes I'm wearing today? Are you kidding me?"

When they learned that the qualifiers were really going to be selected against each other, many star fighters scolded the street on the spot.

Wang Lan was a little dazed, isn't it written in the competition notice? Is it really a draft?

"Hello!" Suddenly, a voice came from his ear. Wang Lan turned his head to look, but it was a thin young man who could hardly see the flesh. Wang Lan once had a relationship with him...

"Hello!" Wang Lan nodded and returned.

"I didn't expect you to participate in the Star Martial Contest." The other party's words had confirmed Wang Lan's identity, and Wang Lan turned her head to look at the other party carefully. The other party smiled slightly, and his eyes fell on the Devil May Cry in Wang Lan's hand.

Wang Lan suddenly smiled, "So you recognized it based on this, but I ignored it."

"It doesn't count, you wouldn't expect to meet me here, you participated anonymously?" Seeing Wang Lan wearing a mask, he guessed so.

"Um!"

"Why did you come to participate in the Star Martial Contest? I guess...you are still a student?" The other party was very friendly, but it may also be for information. Wang Lan was bored, it would be nice to have someone to talk to.

"To practice actual combat!" Wang Lan returned briefly.

"Actual combat?" The other party was very surprised, "You participated in the Star Martial Contest for actual combat? Don't you know that the first two rounds of the Star Martial Contest were fake fights?"

"Oh, I do not know."

"The key to actual combat is to kill the enemy with one move, but do you dare in the ring? No one will kill the enemy with one move,

How to play well, how to play chic? You can come here as handsome as you want. A sarcastic smile appeared on the thin bamboo pole's face.

"Where is the battle of the star fighters so exciting?"

"Is it the same fake fight this season as before?" Wang Lan was puzzled in his heart. If it was a fake fight, no one would tell him how to fake fight?

"The organizer of this issue seems to be close to actual combat in its publicity, and will never resort to fraud. But based on the word-of-mouth of the previous two issues, who knows whether it is true or not. Maybe this issue is not.

But let me tell you, when you really fight with star fighters, they won't say a word to you. There won't be the slightest omen when they make a move, the move is a killer move, and life and death will be separated in an instant. "

Wang Lan looked at the other party's sincere eyes and nodded silently. These words, Huang Feilong once solemnly confessed to Wang Lan, and Wang Lan also met in the trial field.

The star warrior who suddenly appeared and tried to get closer under the pretext of being separated from his teammates, if Jiang Xinyu was not strong enough, their team might have directly confessed.

The opponent's move was a killer move, and Wang Lan didn't even see clearly how Xu Xiangwen's two clones were killed by cutting their throats in an instant.

But not all students have actual combat experience like Wang Lan, even if there are many simulations of actual combat, it is not actual combat. Do you want to believe that the battle between star fighters is really so harmonious? I don't know how to die by then.

And these words are not something that anyone would easily say to someone they don't know.

"Thank you!" Wang Lan replied indifferently, "By the way, why did you come to participate in the Star Martial Contest? Did you debut just to become famous like them?"

"Famous?" The other party smiled disdainfully, "In the eyes of ordinary people, it is indeed famous. But in the eyes of real star fighters, those are shame."

"How to say?"

"Warriors are on the battlefield, actors are in the palace. Star warriors are warriors who protect human civilization, not entertainers who want to please the public. Star martial arts are not art, let alone objects of appreciation."

The corner of Wang Lan's mouth smiled casually, but she didn't take it seriously in her heart. After talking so much, didn't you appear here?

"I'm here for the money!"

"money?"

"There will be a reward of 100,000 for successfully entering the top 13, 7.2 million for the top, 4.4 million for the top, 1 million for the semifinals, and the champion... 3 million rewards. I just want to get it That sum of money, I'll leave after taking the money!"

"Are you short of money?"

"Que!" The other party smiled and looked at the venue, where the competition had already begun, "My name is Hu Qing."

"Wang Lan!" Wang Lan returned in a low voice.

"Star warriors shouldn't be short of money... Star warriors have welfare allowances, and even if they do jobs that ordinary people can do, their wages are much higher than ordinary people. If it weren't for the urgent need for a sum of money, who would come here. "

Wang Lan didn't speak in silence, just listened. Hu Qing seemed to want to find someone to pour out his bitterness, but Wang Lan didn't want to be his audience. For one reason, we are not familiar with each other.

Hu Qing seemed to be a little aware of it, and quickly shut up, focusing on the battle in front of him.

"Wang Lan, look at the No. 77 contestant, his sword skills are very sharp and stable, especially the knife drop and knife changing techniques are very skillful and gorgeous.

If he is on the battlefield, he suddenly changes the knife and then kills the enemy unexpectedly with the knife in his left hand. But the opponent he faced was far behind him in terms of saber skills. If it was really a real fight, No. 77 should have slashed away No. 96's knife, and then cut off No. 96's head with a backhand knife.

At this time, let alone medical star warriors, even a god will not be able to save them.

However, in order to show off his knife changing and dropping skills, he frequently changed and dropped knives, making so many ornamental but useless movements. Be careful if you meet him, be careful of his left hand knife, his left hand is stronger than his right hand. "

"En!" Wang Lan silently listened to Hu Qing's explanation, and analyzed it based on the battlefield in front of him. Hu Qing's eyesight is indeed very sharp, and he has a lot of experience. There are still many problems in the commentary that even Wang Lan ignores or can't even think of.

For a whole morning, there were nearly two hundred duels, and neither Wang Lan nor Hu Qing played. And the first day of the first round of preliminaries will definitely end, so the match between the two of them should be in the afternoon.

At 12:00 noon, the preliminaries were suspended, and all the contestants left the venue sparsely to eat outside, and continued at 1:30 in the afternoon. In fact, half of the players left directly after the game.

The winner will play the second game tomorrow, and the loser will naturally be eliminated.

"Let's go!" Wang Lan stood up and greeted.

"No, I brought food." Hu Qing smiled and patted the package beside him.

Wang Lan stood up and left. When Wang Lan turned around the venue, Hu Qing picked up the package and put it on his knees, and then slowly opened it. In the package, there was only one white flour steamed bun, the one as big as an egg.

Hu Qing wolfed down a steamed bun, then unscrewed the water glass, and gulped it down. After swallowing the steamed buns, he opened his mouth in satisfaction and smiled.

"The gymnasium is really big. After turning around, it turned here again..." Wang Lan's voice sounded, making Hu Qing tremble, and his face turned a little red.

"Speaking of which, I have benefited a lot from listening to you explain a lot of precautions and tricks in actual combat this morning. I won't embarrass you if I treat you to a meal, right?"

"This……"

Wang Lan slowly removed the mask on the bottom, "And there is going to be a fight in the afternoon. I don't want to see you tomorrow because you haven't eaten enough."

"Okay!" The other party was not a hypocritical person either. Hearing what Wang Lan said, he stood up and walked towards Wang Lan.

"Hu Qing, if I play in actual combat, won't I make any fouls?"

"Of course not. Since Star Martial Contest advertises real battles, what's wrong with you playing in actual combat? But you can't kill people."

"What are you thinking? Of course, you won't kill me in the martial arts competition. I just want to know if I don't follow their old rules, will I be persuaded to quit?"

"Hehe, try it."

"What kind of trouble did you encounter? Even if it's difficult at home, it's not so difficult, right?" Wang Lan recalled the scene she had just seen. This is not poor enough to describe, it is simply sad. Who would have thought that a dignified star warrior would eat a steamed bun that could be swallowed in one bite.

Hu Qing shook his head with a wry smile, "My sister has advanced bone cancer. The doctor advised us to give up, but we didn't want to let go. Even if I risk my life, she can live a day, just a day."

Wang Lan didn't continue to ask, but lowered her head and ate the food in three bites, "It's almost time, it's time to go to the gymnasium."

Not long after the afternoon game started, Hu Qing was given his registration number.

"Little brother, I'm playing!"

"Actual combat?"

"Actual combat!"

"What if the other party wants to watch sex?"

"He won't, unless he wants to lose!" Hu Qing turned around straight, stepped off the stage, and then entered the sixteenth ring.

At the start of the match, when the referee's whistle landed, Hu Qing's figure suddenly leaned forward, piercing the opponent's face like a sharp sword.