Chapter 109 - DEATH Games Studio

The battle between Xiao Lan and Cheng Wenyi begins once again.

 

With his skills on, Xiao Lan can hurt Cheng Wenyi, but Cheng Wenyi is already very good at fighting and his melee strength is still very strong at the moment, so this little advantage will not be the key to the battle.

 

The margin of victory between the two now rises to a 50/50 split.

 

Neither Xiao Lan nor Cheng Wenyi will be able to take each other down in a hurry.

 

After realising that Xiao Lan could do damage to himself, Cheng Wenyi's attack intensified as he charged at Xiao Lan, each punch quicker and each leg more relentless than before.

 

Fortunately, Xiao Lan now had the space to fight back, and instead of dodging, he also clenched his fists and attacked Cheng Wenyi with ferocity.

 

The "thump, thump, thump" sound of the blows kept coming.

 

The two men move back and forth quickly in the conference room, their forms constantly shifting, all their attacks and defences made in an instant, so fast that onlookers can barely see the trajectory of their actions.

 

The already miserable surroundings were once again abused, with no tables or chairs left intact, and even the larger pieces hardly surviving, the whole office looked as if it had been bombed with a missile, with no sign of its original appearance.

 

Soon, both sides were suffering from varying degrees of negative injuries.

 

Xiao Lan's mouth was bloody and his face had scrapes from the debris. He moved his shoulder, where he had just taken a punch from Cheng Wenyi, and although he had tried to remove the force, it now felt a little sluggish to move.

 

Cheng Wenyi's face still looks intact, but his shirt has lost a few buttons and his collar is slightly open, so you can see the hard punch Xiao Lan left on his chest, which almost broke his bones without mercy, and the bruises on his arm.

 

The movement of the two men exchanging blows caused the ceiling downstairs to shake continuously and the overhead lights to sway, giving the hall a somewhat unstable light.

 

The players who were waiting in the hall stared at the ceiling above them with faces full of surprise, such was the commotion that they couldn't help but worry that someone might suddenly fall from above.

 

It's great to be matched with awesome teammates, but it's not so great when awesome teammates play each other.

 

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Hua Bei's voice was a little dry: "Is he, are they doing demolition, demolition up there?"

 

Hu Zhai rubbing his chubby little hands together, "It's not really going to be demolished is it ......"

 

Seemingly in response to the two men's imagination, there was a "bang-" as a fist punched hard through the ceiling above their heads, dust and debris falling in droves and hitting the floor with a crisp clatter.

 

Hu Zhai, who was trying to speak from directly below, was unable to avoid it and was covered in dust, even in his mouth.

 

Hu Zhai then saw the fist retract in the hole in the ceiling and Xiao Lan's face appeared.

 

"Yo, good evening." Xiao Lan saw him too, and was in the mood to say hello.

 

Hu Zhai: "......"

 

It was the most hardcore good night he had ever seen in his life.

 

Xiao Lan says good evening and rises again to resume the battle, which continues to rage as Hu Zhai can only see the flashes of silhouettes through the holes in the ceiling.

 

"Blah blah blah ......" Hu Zhai hurriedly spat out the dust and crumbs that had landed in his mouth. Although he had been yelling about eating dirt all day, the concrete really didn't taste good at all.

 

A few moments later, he reached out and patted the dust off his face, this man, if he was unlucky, the ceiling would collapse where he stood.

 

"I, let's push the gods, the statue of the gods, further away." Hua Bei felt that at this rate, the position where the idol was now staying was simply not safe at all.

 

If you are looking for a good deal more than just a fist, you can expect the idol to turn into scrap metal immediately, so it's better to put such an important clearance prop in a safe place.

 

Mo Dan, who had been quiet, came over: "I'll help."

 

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll come too." Hu Zhai wiped his face and joined the group pushing the idol.

 

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Once they got their hands on it, they realised that the idol was made of some kind of metal, and it was big and heavy. I don't know how Xiao Lan and Fei Luo managed to carry the statue as fast as they could, but if it wasn't for their mid-level player bonuses, I'm afraid the three of them wouldn't have been able to push it.

 

It took a great deal of effort before the three finally moved the idol to a safe corner.

 

Meanwhile, the battle continues upstairs.

 

Both Xiao Lan and Cheng Wenyi look battle-hardened, their clothes torn to varying degrees, their bodies freshly scarred, their muscles bulging from the battle, sweat pouring down the corners of their foreheads.

 

Both men's eyes were locked on the other, like two beasts that were facing each other on the grassland to kill each other.

 

Xiao Lan took note of his skills and the time remaining was getting low, not only that but there was not long to go before 4:44.

 

We can no longer afford to be at loggerheads with Cheng Wenyi.

 

It must be done quickly!

 

Xiao Lan began to think fast about how to make quick work of the situation.

 

Both sides are now fighting with their own skills and kicks, and there is no chance of them suddenly pulling out a killer blow; Cheng Wenyi is quite experienced in combat, and expecting his opponent to make a mistake is akin to Xiao Lan's odds of winning the lottery.

 

Then ...... will only be able to end the battle in a short time by attacking its vitals.

 

Xiao Lan pondered that the main point of Cheng Wenyi was -

 

Face.

 

Xiao Lan had noticed from previous conversations that Cheng Wenyi was very concerned about his appearance.

 

This is even more evident in combat.

 

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If Cheng Wenyi could not dodge an attack elsewhere on his body, he would fight it off, but his face, no matter what, he would always protect.

 

Xiao Lan attacked once again.

 

This time, unlike the previous time when he aimed to knock out his opponent, he forgoes attacking the usual human vitals, and each blow is aimed at Cheng Wenyi's face.

 

Cheng Wenyi raises his hand to block Xiao Lan's punch to the left side of his face.

 

But soon, another fist came at the other half of his face.

 

Another dodge.

 

It was followed by another punch from across the room, still aimed at his face.

 

......

 

After this several times, Cheng Wenyi's face changed: "Damn, you know how to hit people without hitting their faces?

 

How can you even do that to such a handsome face?!

 

Are you still human?

 

But like a giant magnet in Cheng Wenyi's face, Xiao Lan's punches were all aimed at his face, and even when he was hit by Cheng Wenyi, Xiao Lan chose to fight back - punching him in the face, punching him in the face, and punching him in the face again.

 

Soon the battle between the two became a fight to the death between chasing a punch in the face and a counter punch in the face.

 

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That image ...... really does look like two bear children swinging a king's fist at each other.

 

Mu Yang, who watched the whole thing: "......"

 

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It's so tempting to pretend you don't know them.

 

Luo, who doesn't understand why things are suddenly going this way: "......"

 

I so want to ...... No, I don't.

 

Finally, after taking three hard punches from Cheng Wenyi, Xiao Lan seized the opportunity to trip him with his legs as Cheng Wenyi raised his hands to block his face, temporarily blocking his view.

 

"Boom--" Cheng Wenyi's body fell to the ground.

 

His reflexes were also extremely quick, and in a flash he was tensing his muscles ready to rise.

 

Xiao Lan had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and before Cheng Wenyi could get up, he rushed forward and pinned his knee to his chest so that he could not escape.

 

"Ahem..." Cheng Wenyi lost his breath straight away.

 

Then, the clenched fist came down again on Cheng Wenyi's face.

 

Cheng Wenyi was in a position where he was ready to get up and did not have his hands on his head, so he was too late to defend himself and watched Xiao Lan's fist come at his handsome face.

 

If you were to take this punch with your face, no matter how handsome your face is, if it is not made of a hard enough material, it will definitely turn into a pig's head.

 

In a crisis of life and death, Cheng Wenyi has a stroke of genius.

 

"You win!!!"

 

Xiao Lan's fist stopped at the tip of Cheng Wenyi's nose and the wind from it sent a strong breeze through Cheng Wenyi's face, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead.

 

So close, he almost lost his handsome face.

 

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The scene is such that one cannot help but write a poem.

 

A fight can be lost, but a handsome face cannot be broken.

 

The opponent was so bummed out that it really wasn't my cup of tea.

 

Cheng Wenyi was just relieved when Xiao Lan withdrew his fist.

 

"Really?" Xiao Lan asked.

 

"Cough-" Suddenly he couldn't help but cough, and a mouthful of blood instantly spurted out of his mouth.

 

Cheng Wenyi lifted his hands to cover his face, "Damn it! Don't spray it on my face!!!"

 

Then he just added, "Really."

 

Xiao Lan got up with a smile and reached up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, which was much more comfortable to cough up.

 

Seeing that the fight is over, Mu Yang is about to hand Luo the perfume she bet on when she realises there's no one else around.

 

By now Luo had darted to Xiao Lan's side, reached out to support her, who was gasping for breath, and handed her a sports drink from somewhere.

 

Xiao Lan reaches for it and takes a sip.

 

The feeling of rehydrating after a workout is - well - awesome!

 

Cheng Wenyi also sits up and looks at his brother Xiao, who is still in the distance, and Luo, who has started to wipe Xiao Lan's sweat next to him and is laughing about something.

 

He instantly felt the gap between people.

 

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What's the use of having money? You still don't even have a glass of water to drink.

 

When the fighting stopped, Xue Li carefully popped in through the doorway where nothing was left and reached Cheng Wenyi's side, rubbing his soft, fluffy head against the back of his hand, as if to comfort him, "Mee-woo~"

 

Fortunately, with Xue Li, Cheng Wenyi was instantly satisfied with his cat.

 

But he clearly lost, yet he didn't look chastened, a far cry from his previous aggressive and provocative stance.

 

Xiao Lan asks, "Did you do it on purpose before?"

 

"It's not like it would do me any good to kill you. I'd rather know what kind of guy Xiao Chengyan's son really is." Cheng Wenyi moved his arm; Xiao Lan's fist was so heavy that he could barely feel half of it now.

 

"But if you're practically useless and it's all down to him to get through ......" Cheng Wenyi pointed to Luo beside Xiao Lan, "I'll be so angry that I'll probably actually kill you."

 

Xiao Lan smiled unconcernedly, "Oh~ then I can thank myself for my efforts."

 

"You're good." Cheng Wenyi stroked Xue Li's chin and said, "When you're stronger, maybe we'll have a chance to work together."

 

Xiao Lan raised an eyebrow, "You've come to test me a few times and caused all this trouble, and you expect me to work with you? Do I look like a fool?"

 

"It's lacking a bit of sincerity." Cheng Wenyi said as he fished out an exquisite looking incense burner from his storage space, "A prop out of the senior field, a 700 year old incense burner used by the Hama Dynasty royal family, worth 13 million."

 

"I know you have something related to money, odds are it's a skill, how about using that as a sign of my sincerity? I will show more sincerity if we work together in the future."

 

Xiao Lan decisively gestured for Luo to take it, "Well, there's something to discuss."

 

In the face of poverty, there are no permanent friends and no permanent enemies.

 

Mu Yang, who once again watched the whole thing, quietly asked Luo: " Xiao Lan ...... is he always like this?"

 

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Luo was all smiles: "Yes, he's always been so frank and sweet."

 

Mu Yang: "......"

 

Don't lie to me just because I'm addicted to games and read less!

 

And look at the power of that king's fist, is he even remotely close to being cute?

 

Cheng Wenyi stood up and looked at his dirty clothes, a little disgusted, as he said, "Not here to talk, I have somewhere safer. I'll send someone to tie you up when I get back to the real world, and then you can ask everything you want to know."

 

"Good." Xiao Lan said and looked at the time, it was ten minutes to 4:44.

 

"Let's go, we're almost out of time."

 

The author has something to say.

 

Mini-theatre.

 

Xiao Lan: Wang Ba Liuxing Face Breaking Fist -

 

Cheng Wenyi: There are such horrible tricks in the world!!!

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