Chapter 9 Mantis Catching Cicadas

Wu You stared at Zhong Yirou, and said after a few seconds, "Crow's Mouth."

Zhong Yirou choked on his words, "No, who would have thought so quickly?"

"It must be Yang Ming's orders." Wu You made a judgment without hesitation, but he frowned again, puzzled by the development of the situation, "But you don't even have the supplies, the duel is meaningless at all."

An Wu Jiu doesn't have much expression changes on his face, he is more like a well-trained artificial intelligence than a human being.

"In many cases, looting lives is more meaningful than looting supplies."

An Wujiu thought, in this situation, there are three possibilities:

The simplest one, Liu Chengwei's black line is connected to himself.

The second is more roundabout, Yang Ming is the one who cursed himself.

The last black line didn't even connect with him, but simply hated him and wanted to kill him.

According to this situation, it is more like the third one. Because if it is the first two, I am afraid that when the system assigns the red and black lines and duel rules, they will start. Anyone who knows that the object of his curse is An Wujiu cannot wait until now.

But it was a coincidence that the person who initiated the duel might not have imagined that he happened to be the target of An Wu Jiu's curse.

When the rules were announced, the system had randomly assigned each of them the red and black lines.

At that time, when An Wujiu opened the game panel, he saw that the red line was connected to the homeless Lao Yu, and the black line was the robber Liu Chengwei.

This is a very poor red and black line. Even if the person he secretly loves is alive and the person he curses is dead, and the best situation is reached, he can only add up to 5 points.

Fortunately, he also has skills that can be swapped.

If you don't have this ability, it will be difficult to turn around.

In the past, the door to the practice room was wide open, and everyone was present. An Wu Jiu walked in, the room was bigger than he imagined, the four scarlet lasers suspended in the middle surrounded a huge area, and there were four ceiling lights on top, the whole room had no other lights, it looked very strange. Like a bigger boxing training ground.

Outside the area stands a short column with a circular button above it.

For such a scene, An Wujiu actually felt very familiar.

Teeth and hands trembled uncontrollably again.

Wu You stared at the duel threshold, "Since it is to calculate the total number of blood bars, the lesser will lose, why do you have to come to the duel threshold for a duel?"

"Others have to stand in line. It seems that the person with the highest health bar will win, but even if Shen Ti with the highest health bar stands up and encounters three or four people on the opposite side, the combined health bar will be higher than him. "Zhong Yirou sneered, "Besides, if you only count and don't duel, and no one is injured, the cost of the duel will become very low, and it will be better than anyone who can pull people. Only if you really hit your body, you will bleed. If you need to consume materials, everyone will stand in line with caution."

Liu Chengwei was standing on the left side of the ring not far away, and seemed to be ready, even the blind eye showed a fierce light.

In terms of physique, An Wujiao is lean and slender, and is at a disadvantage in terms of weight, but in one-on-one melee combat, weight often provides an overwhelming advantage. Because of the lack of food and water, the energy bar on his head has begun to decrease, but the other party is still full.

What's more, An Wu Jiao was seriously injured in one hand.

The holy voice appeared again.

"The duel rules have been explained before, and I remind you again that the duel results of all players in this round of the game will not depend on your own strength and skills, but on the number of blood bars of both sides. Win the duel. You can also choose to sit on the sidelines. The side with the lower total health bar becomes the loser in the duel, and will lose a health bar, and the winner will remain the same.”

"The duel ends when the winner depletes one of the loser's health bars."

This is a confrontation where the strong are stronger and the weak are weaker.

For An Wujiu, against Liu Chengwei, who has 7 health bars, if there is no one on his side to increase the number of health bars on his side, this is a duel that must be lost.

"However, during the game, your pain will be infinitely close to reality, so your skills and strength will determine the damage you cause to each other in the game, and the damage is irreversible, you can only spend materials for pain relief and treatment. Don't worry, even if you use deadly methods such as slitting your throat to cause damage in a duel, it will not really be fatal, as long as there are blood bars left and enough supplies, you will not die in the game."

If you take part in a duel in person, you will be injured. This setting will only make other people stand in the line more cautiously, and no one wants to consume the medicine that is not much.

The wrist is still shaking, and the wound has just been sutured for a few minutes, and it will definitely split after a big movement.

An Wu Jiu began to carefully calculate that the balance in his account was enough for Zhong Yi Rou to perform several surgeries.

Liu Chengwei has already entered the laser arena as required. There is no right to refuse, An Wu Jiu followed suit. The laser lines of the arena expanded upwards and downwards at the same time, forming a scarlet wall of light enclosed on all sides, trapping them in it, and the dim room became very strange in an instant.

"Before the duel begins, you will be provided with randomly assigned weapons."

A square blue holographic projection appeared in the middle of the duel threshold, with characters representing the two people on it, and a blank weapon bar below the characters. Like a slot machine, the blank column scrolls, and at a certain moment, the rotation begins to stop, and the weapons in the column gradually stop.

An Wu Jiu stared at the spikes slowly moving up on the blank column.

It's a nice weapon, but it eventually moves up and disappears.

The weapon column is frozen, and finally it is a red cross, as is Liu Chengwei's.

"There are no weapons for this duel."

"Are there any other characters joining the duel? Please choose the faction you want to go to and bet all the health bars on the character panel for one minute."

This minute was extraordinarily long, and the duel room was eerily silent. An Wu Jiu didn't stand in the stands, he stared at Liu Chengwei's mutilated eye, thinking about the layout after losing the duel.

Time passed by, and no one made a choice.

Everyone chose to sit on the sidelines, but this was the best possibility in An Wu Jiu's expectation.

"No one joins, An Wu Jiu's blood count is 3, Liu Chengwei's blood count: 7. The duel will begin after a five-second countdown, please prepare."

The holographic projection instantly transforms into a huge, oppressive countdown number, from 5 to 1, which makes people hold their breath unconsciously.

"Start now."

Blood strips appeared on the top of their heads instantly, An Wujiu only had three, An Wujiu's muscles were still paralyzed and did not wake up. But in just a second or two, a huge fist had already smashed into his face, and the attack was fierce.

His reaction was subconscious, and he didn't even know why he could react so quickly.

This punch was dodged under the pre-judgment, and finally smashed into the light curtain of the duel threshold, smashing a fragment of light particles that opened and recovered instantly.

Liu Chengwei felt a little unbelievable about An Wujiu's dodging. In reality, he was a gangster and had countless street fights, so it's no exaggeration to say that he is experienced in this one-on-one fight.

But just like that, every one of his fists was dodged by An Wujiu.

Every move of dodging carries the wind with it.

The anger ignited his desire to win. Liu Chengwei couldn't bear the opponent's failure to make a shot at all, and even used such a fast speed to predict his shot and avoid it directly.

"I told you to hide!" Liu Chengwei roared, turned and raised his hand to punch, but the next second his arm shook.

An Wu Jiu recognized his fake movements, the moment he could move his body suddenly felt wrong, the muscles in his body seemed to be frozen.

Can't move.

Liu Chengwei raised his leg and kicked An Wujiu's abdomen hard. Before the pain could drown his body, he fell back and leaned against the cold, hard, light wall.

That does not work.

He tried to strike, but the muscle spasms got worse, and even the flesh around his cheekbones was twitching for no apparent reason. After half a second of distraction, the injured arm was stepped on by Liu Chengwei, unable to move.

Blood started to spread out from the soles of the feet. Liu Chengwei's fist smashed up one by one. Although it was a no-arms duel, he wore a metal exoskeleton on his knuckles, and attacking his already seriously injured body was a foul.

The falling fist is like an unstoppable torrential rain, and the one next to him does not fight, but the fist hits the vital point.

"Blood is falling so fast..."

Liu Chengwei is really ruthless.

Wu You under the stage looked at the rapidly shortening blood bar on An Wu Jiu's head, he stayed where he was, unable to lift his hands.

He turned his eyes slightly and saw Zhong Yirou frowning beside him, his eyes were always staring at An Wujiu in the duel threshold, as if he had noticed something strange.

"He has post-war stress disorder syndrome..." Zhong Yirou muttered to himself.

Wu You heard that and took a step closer to Zhong Yirou, "What did you say?"

Zhong Yirou glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Stress disorder. He had been slow to respond before, his speech speed was also very wrong, and his hands were shaking with convulsions. I thought it was a psychological disorder, but his dodging action just now It looks like he's been trained to face a duel with muscle tension, convulsions, and lack of energy, most likely from a brutal war." She paused, "Or kill."

but……

Post-war stress disorder has a completely different manifestation.

After Wu You listened to it, he felt a little sympathy for this man at the same time. He turned his face sideways and looked at the two people on the stage.

This is a passive battle with no chance of winning.

As if driven by his muscle memory, An Wu Jiu tried to block with his uninjured hand, but his muscle twitching caused a greater obstacle to him than the opponent's attack that was so violent that he couldn't penetrate the needle.

The most terrifying thing was that An Wu Jiu seemed to have hallucinations under Liu Chengwei's boxing. He felt his blood flow backwards, and his beating heart became a hard lump, and he was about to peel it out of his throat.

Fragments of memory flashed back constantly in front of me, sharp knives stabbed into the waist and abdomen, broken arms and legs, drug intubations... The pain in the hallucinations was more real and difficult than reality.

"You hide? Let me see how you hide!" Liu Chengwei pulled his long hair back, forcing An Wujiu to raise his head, he laughed cruelly and contentedly, stood up, picked up An Wujiu as well, and pinched him His neck was facing Yang Ming's direction.

"Is this the ruthless character you're talking about?" Liu Chengwei smiled contemptuously and spat on the ground, "I don't think so."

An Wu Jiu was overwhelmed by the hallucinations that kept flashing back, the tense muscles made him unable to do anything, he could only watch the man in front of him consume the last bit of blood on the top of his head.

It's all over.

Now he only has two health bars left, the same as Yang Ming.

"The duel is over." Shengyin announced the result without emotion. "The character [robber] wins, and the loser [intern] loses one's health bar."

"Please leave the duel threshold for the two characters."

Liu Chengwei obviously did not expect it to end so soon, and even felt that he was not enjoying it enough. An Wu Jiu is someone who was marked as a game target by Yang Ming. He described it as a bug in this survival game. To be able to knock down such a person, Liu Chengwei gained unprecedented vanity.

It's nothing to survive in this game.

He wants to be a man who can dominate and dominate.

"If I knew that my life would not be so fast, I should torture you slowly." He threw An Wujiu to the ground, clapped his hands, raised his head and left the duel threshold.

An Wu Jiu fell to the ground on his side, raised his hand and wiped away the blood slowly. He tried to control his abnormal muscles, pressed his less injured hand to the ground, and struggled to his feet.

Shaky, pale An Wu Jiu walked out from the duel threshold.

Although the duel was much more difficult than he had imagined, his plan at least succeeded in the first step.

No one spoke in the duel arena, just as it was at the beginning of the duel, but the expressions on everyone's faces changed.

In the quiet room, the sound of applause came.

It's Yang Ming.

He clapped his hands with a smile on his face, walked from the dark corner of the room to An Wu Jiao, and admired his frustrated appearance with great satisfaction.

"An Wujiu, after the last round of the game, what happened to you?" Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at An Wujiu with his slender eyes, "Look at how you look now, I'm afraid you will never come back again. It's not like it was before."

He always remembered how he survived the last round of nightmares that lasted for ten days, how he knelt down to An Wujiu like a dog but was pushed out by him, and finally survived, killing someone to steal his points. to the end.

Now the devil-like guy in front of him actually said that he had lost his memory and couldn't remember anything.

Mingming had won the game unscathed at first, but entered this round as an innocent weakling who was seriously injured.

It's all just innocent lies.

"You said that the altar is a Darwinian Colosseum. Weakness deserves to die." Yang Ming endured his anger and pinched his chin.

"Then what about you now, should you follow your own creed and die?"

For a moment, An Wu Jiu felt that something was wrong.

Huge tinnitus made him unable to withdraw from the hallucination.

On Yang Ming's lean face, he saw the dry trees of Siberia, the weird old western language, the bottles and jars soaked in organs and prosthetics on the black market, the blank, spotless circular laboratory, the prison-like place without windows .

An unfamiliar blue sky on a giant monitor.

Fragments of everything were strangely mixed together, like some kind of witchcraft, or a procedural virus, intertwined in his mind, leaving only the last trace of his own voice of reason.

He woke up knowing nothing, before he could save his mother.

Do you really want to die like this?

An Wujiu's absent-mindedness made Yang Ming feel humiliated to a certain extent, he sneered, "To be able to pretend to be so similar is enough to bear the burden of humiliation."

"Could it be that you really forgot everything?"

The wounded An Wujiu oozes blood from the corner of his mouth, and only said in a weak voice, "I really forgot. You can kill me if you want, but if I die... you may not win to the end."

"What did you say!" Yang Ming grabbed his collar and dragged him to him.

An Wujiu lowered his voice and said softly, "The mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind..."

Yang Ming was silent for two seconds.

My heart struggled for a moment in a short time. An Wujiu who entered this round of the game became taciturn and said very few words, but every sentence made Yang Ming unable to feel at ease.

Is he testing his resolve to kill him?

Or have you already found a partner? Prepare to go straight to the top after killing him. This game is not about force. It depends on who gets the highest survival score in the end, who can keep the person he secretly loves, and get rid of the cursed person. This is the best solution.

An Wujiu means that he has already found the person who can get the highest score in the optimal solution?

who is it? Zhong Yirou? Or Ueno, or Wu You?

He didn't find the answer, couldn't find the answer, and in a fit of anger, he suddenly pushed An Wujiu to the ground.

Although there are already doubts in his heart, he can't let him go so easily, or at least torture him.

"Otherwise." Yang

Ming Dynasty

An Wujiu squatted down, stared at his face for a while, then turned around and smiled and suggested to the others, "Let's test if he is really lying."

Ueno asked: "How to test?"

"Let's continue the duel, anyway, An Wujiu only has two lives left, I don't believe that when he is about to die, he can still hold on. Take ten thousand steps back and say that An Wujiu really lost his memory, you are not at a loss. Ah, one less dangerous competitor and more supplies. What a bargain."

The duel room was quiet, and no one objected to this cruel plan.

Just as Wu You raised her foot to move forward, Zhong Yirou next to her grabbed her arm. She silently shook her head at him.

Liu Chengwei made it clear that he had already joined forces with Yang Ming, and that other people might have already reached cooperation with Yang Ming in the dark. At this time, as long as they have the lowest force value, they will be a new target as long as they stand up.

An Wujiu fell to the ground, his hair sticking to the side of his face with blood, because of the flashback of his memory, his senses became blurred, and he could only barely hear Yang Ming's humiliation.

"Your face should be very popular in the real world." He patted An Wujiu's face with his withered hands, "What a pity, I heard that people die completely after brain death. Now, if you become a vegetable or something, you can still be an obedient sex puppet, don't you think?"

Hearing this, Lao Yu stopped aloud, "Yang Ming, you are going too far."

An Wu Jiao's consciousness recovered vaguely and heard their conversation.

"What? Are you sympathetic to him? Why didn't you just stand up and pledge your health bar to him?" Yang Ming stood up, "I just wanted you to consume his next health bar... "

The situation is changing too fast.

The spear turned to other people at once, Wu You felt that something was not right, and whispered to Zhong Yirou, "Could Lao Yu be... the person that Yang Ming cursed?"

But Zhong Yirou shook her head without hesitation, and paused for two or three seconds before saying the reason for her decision, "It's because Lao Yu stood up." She added in a low voice, "If you want to make Lao Yu go, nothing more than I want to test whether he can stand in line, and only those who are swinging will become his abandoned sons."

Wu You observed her expression and said nothing.

Faced with Yang Ming's decision to throw out one person again, the others remained silent.

Even in the face of An Wujiu who only has two health bars, no one here wants to enter the duel threshold with him, even if they win, they will make enemies for themselves. Yang Ming took the initiative to choose one, but instead made others feel grateful.

"Wait a minute..." Yang Ming suddenly changed the conversation.

"Since you are so opposed to it, then I will give you another chance to choose the faction you want to go to, and you won't be needed this round."

His words seemed to be cautious, but in fact they were not much different from threats. After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at a dark corner of the duel room.

"Let Shen Ti come on, how about it?"