Life Dungeon Game

The last magic apprentice He Ao saw was the 'magician' who had gone mad after being nailed to the unfinished kindergarten building.

Magicians can conjure white doves, while wind spirits can summon flowing winds; the abilities of magic apprentices are also not the same.

But they all look like magic-related?

Is this a talent for a mage?

What are the subsequent advancement talents for this talent? Magician? Mage? Archmage?

As He Ao pondered, the wind blowing against his face gradually subsided.

Feng Ling bent over, hands on her knees, panting heavily, "You're awesome, I admit defeat."

Then she jumped off the ring.

When the next challenger came on stage, Feng Ling had already returned to the young man in the sportswear, found a chair, sat down, picked up her water bottle, and said while panting, "He's really awesome."

"Ah."

The young man in sportswear continued to watch He Ao's movements intently.

"You're watching so intently, why don't you go up and give it a try?"

Feng Ling asked with some confusion.

The young man in the tracksuit moved his fingers forward and leaned forward. He seemed to be moved by the suggestion at some point, but in the end he withdrew his hand and said softly, "I'll look at it for a while longer."

Time flew by, and soon the thirty-minute time limit was about to expire. He Ao remained standing quietly on the stage.

Except when he throws someone out of the ring, no one can make him move an inch.

The nine people sitting here are clearly not all the specially appointed researchers. After all, going to the ruins means facing death, and many people cannot make that decision. Only a few can come here, and they should be among the stronger specially appointed researchers.

However, even these relatively strong individuals have very low proficiency with their talents. Putting aside the fact that their strength is at the E-level or even the F-level, their talent proficiency alone puts them at a disadvantage compared to Bull and Magician, not to mention the talent sequence powerhouses in the dungeon world who have honed their skills through life and death.

He Ao could easily handle these people with one hand. For someone who was used to life-or-death battles, this fight was so boring that he was even a little sleepy.

He began to regret why he hadn't brought all these people up together from the start. That way, he could have defeated them all at once, saving time and adding some pressure to himself.

His fighting skills were honed through life-or-death experiences, so it's really not very interesting to have him play friendly matches with others.

In the final minute, Heo threw the man wearing the pig's head mask off the ring.

Just when he thought no one would come up to challenge him, that...

The young man in sportswear who had been watching his movements from below the stage jumped up.

He cupped his hands in greeting to He Ao, saying, "Fighter."

He shuddered, and a series of crackling sounds emanated from his body.

interesting.

He Ao stared at the 'fighter' in front of him.

The other person gave him the feeling that he had really practiced martial arts. Although his physical fitness was built up by talent, his every move had the unique temperament of someone who had practiced martial arts for many years.

"please!"

He Ao slightly raised his hand, signaling him to make the first move.

But he didn't move; instead, he stared intently at the paper bag on He Ao's head.

Large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and time seemed to stand still around him. The fighter stared intently at He Ao, and that short minute felt like an eternity.

The two remained locked in this stalemate for a brief period.

Jingle Bell--

The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted their actions; thirty minutes had passed.

The fighter slumped helplessly onto the ring, sobbing in anguish.

"I can't do it, I don't understand, why? Why?"

He Ao's gaze lingered on the young man in the sportswear.

The information provided by Liu Nan gave this young man extremely high praise, considering him to be the strongest among all the specially appointed researchers in Xidu City.

['Fighter', Talent: 'Fighter', Rank E, has practiced martial arts since childhood, possesses extremely strong martial arts talent, and was able to fight against Rank F superhumans before awakening his talent.]

At this moment, He Ao could actually understand the emotions of the 'fighter'.

When Reggie realized that there was no way to advance on his martial arts path, he felt the same despair.

That was the despair of someone confident in their talent for martial arts, facing a threshold they couldn't understand or overcome.

Others who fought with Heo could only recognize that Heo was strong.

The fighter spotted where He Aoqiang was.

He realized that Heo was on a path far ahead of him, but at the same time he also realized that he had no way to break through, and that his knowledge and experience could not comprehend how this path had been taken.

That's the reason for his despair.

He could have remained asleep, but in a fleeting glimpse, he saw the truth of the world, yet he could never truly enter that real world.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and prepared to step off the stage.

At that moment, the 'fighter' dressed in sportswear suddenly blocked his way, knelt in front of him, and said, "Can you tell me how you did it? How can you... not let that paper bag fall on your head?"

The audience was initially taken aback by the fighter's sudden outburst of tears, but when they saw the fighter kneeling in front of He Ao and asking why the paper bag wouldn't fall down, some people couldn't help but laugh.

"Why doesn't it fall off? It won't fall off if it's over your head."

Some soft murmurs came from below the arena.

Beside the murmurs, some others frowned slightly. They had fought with He Ao and assumed he wore a mask that was fixed on him, just like theirs, so they didn't pay much attention.

The fighter's words reminded them that what He Ao was wearing on his head wasn't just a mask, but really just a piece of paper from KFC that had been casually slapped on his head.

Where's the bag?

How did he manage to keep such a paper bag from falling off his head during strenuous exercise, without even showing any signs of loosening? Especially considering that a "mage" who controls the "wind" had blew it forcefully.

A chill ran down their spines; they realized just then what kind of monster they had just faced.

“It’s simple,” He Ao said, taking a roll of transparent tape out of his pocket. “Just stick it on.”

puff--

Feng Ling, who was drinking water, spat it out.

"Adhesive... adhesive tape?"

The fighter stared blankly at the transparent tape in He Ao's hand, as if he had fallen into a state of stillness.

A series of awkward slurping sounds could be heard from the audience, as if they were trying to cover up the inexplicable thoughts that had just crossed their minds.

He Ao bypassed the young man kneeling in front of him and stepped off the stage.

Feng Ling quickly jumped onto the stage to support her friend. "Look at you, trying to outsmart thin air. It's just a roll of tape, and you have to make up so many complicated scenarios in your mind. I'm telling you to believe in science and read less of those weird martial arts novels."

The fighter, somewhat disoriented, was helped up by his friend. He stared blankly at He Ao's retreating figure as he walked towards Zhang Anxia, ​​muttering, "It was just duct tape..."

He felt somewhat disappointed, and vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

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"You kid..."

Zhang Anxia patted He Ao on the shoulder.

He knew He Aoqiang, but he didn't expect He Aoqiang to be this powerful.

In this first round, He Ao stood from the very beginning to the very end, while the longest time for any other person did not exceed ten minutes, and the score gap widened at this moment.

"How's your marksmanship in the next round?"

He Ao's high score in the first round gradually eased Zhang Anxia's initial worries. However, after reviewing He Ao's resume, it seemed that He Ao had not had much contact with firearms in his life, which made him somewhat worried about his performance in the second round.

However, most of the specially appointed researchers had never handled firearms before, so this competition was just a matter of selecting the best among the worst. Zhang Anxia felt that He Ao wasn't that bad, and with the bonus points from the first round, he shouldn't have any major problems in the end.

"Marksmanship?" He Ao glanced at the time, thought for a moment, and said, "I know some basics."

"It's okay, just do your best."

Zhang Anxia patted He Ao on the shoulder.

The Kaifeng vegetable bag on He Ao's head swayed slightly.

Zhang Anxia looked at the Kaifeng vegetable bag on He Ao's head. In fact, he had noticed the problem with the bag even before the fighter. He asked softly, "You kid, did you really stick that bag on with tape?"

He Ao glanced at him and smiled, "Old Zhang, didn't you watch me put it on?"

Zhang Anxia smiled as he looked at He Ao, and did not continue to ask the question.

He only saw He Ao casually put the bag over his head and then cut two holes; there was never any fixed process involved.

Not to mention the complicated operation of using tape to stick things together.

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Chapter 143 The Law Should Not Be Lightly Passed On (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

The shooting competition is simple, divided into two parts. The first part is an indoor pistol match against a fixed target.

Clearly, this basic target shooting competition cannot demonstrate the participants' shooting ability. In fact, it is just to give the specially appointed researchers participating in the competition a basic score so that they don't end up with a zero score, which would be too embarrassing.

The fighter withdrew from the subsequent matches.

The remaining nine people practiced target shooting together, each taking ten shots.

Zhang Anxia watched the scores of these people from behind, "Missing the target, missing the target, missing the target, 2 rings, 3 rings, missing the target, 10 rings, missing the target... 10 rings?"

He stopped and looked at Heo, who was calmly raising his gun and firing.

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Is this what you call knowing some basics?

Zhang Anxia stood behind He Ao, lost in thought for a moment.

He had thoroughly checked He Ao's resume from beginning to end, and he was certain that He Ao had no military career and had not studied at a police academy or military academy.