Chapter 051 Fighting Ten Bulls
Barron paid tribute to the players with a smile on his face, and then shook the red cloth in his left hand. The bull fell into manic in an instant. He lowered his head and bent his corner to sprint. Barron always had a confident smile on his face. When the bull was about to touch his body, the red cloth in his hand rose, and at the same time, he was extremely elegant. Walking in a wrong position, perfectly passing by the bull,
"Boom."
There was a burst of laughter from the crowd watching. Although it was just a game, it did not prevent these people from worshipping the bullfighting.
At this time, Barron is like an old cat, and the huge bull is like a mouse being slaughtered by others. Seeing the majesty of his men, Jardno also smiled and turned back to me, "Mr. Mo, how do you feel?"
"It's good." I nodded,
"Ha ha." It seemed that I was not very emotional. Giardno smiled and said, "Mr. Magic is my distinguished guest, so I won't hide it from you. You Orientals say that we Europeans can't do virtual operations, so I use this kind of bullfighting method to cultivate the player's operation level... This is definitely a feat in Europe."
I didn't say anything. Giardno continued, "I watched Mr. Mo's battle yesterday, especially your scene for Armand, and I felt that I was right to make this strategy."
"Oh." I barely grinned. Oh my God, did you think that the rhinoceros that killed Arman yesterday is this kind of unnutritious bullfight?
"Yo, our BOSS [the most distinguished guest], looking at your expression, you seem to look down on bullfighting." Jardno was in high spirits, but I simply dealt with it. The player named Andy behind him said,
"Andy, shut up." Giardno turned around and scolded angrily, but his eyebrows were slightly raised.
Andy said, "BOSS, all European players are equal in human rights. Don't I have the right to speak at all?"
"You..." Jardno deliberately showed a embarrassment: "It's true that everyone is equal, but pay attention to the tone in which you talk to Mr. Mo. He is not only a friend of the Chinese server, but also the first master of the Chinese server."
"The name is so scary." Andy got the acquiescence of Giardno and looked at me provocatively and said, "Mr. Magic, answer me, do you look down on the bullfight and our Spanish bullfighting?"
"Absolutely doesn't mean that." I smiled faintly: "Combining the operation with softness, the Spanish matador is qualified to enjoy the worship and cheers of players."
"So, you agree with the training style of our BOSS." An arrogance appeared at the corners of Andy's mouth: "Mr. Mo, who do you think Barron's operation is better than you?"
"Oh, Mr. Andy, I don't understand European culture, let alone Spanish bullfighting. Don't go too deep into this topic." I said,
"Since you are the most distinguished guest of our boss, you should express some of your own opinions. Our boss is not enough. You point out in time that this is also good for the improvement of the overall strength of our bullfighting organization." Andy looked at me sideways: "It's not that you just killed Arman with your skills and luck."
"Andy, that's enough." Giardno smiled at me [shame]: "Mr. Mo, my subordinates are really ignorant. Don't be surprised, but I also want to hear Mr. Mo what you think..."
"Mr. Jardno really wants to hear it." I laughed,
"Of course." Jardno's eyes lit up,
"We in China speak well, and the advice is unpleasant. I'm afraid you won't be happy if I say it." I said,
"It's impossible. Although Giardno is stupid, he can distinguish good from evil." Giardno was very serious: "Please ask Mr. Demon for advice."
"It's not about giving advice, it's just my own opinion." I didn't care. "Mr. Andy asked me the first question just now, saying whether I agree with this training method, then I can only answer truthfully and disagree."
"I don't agree." Andy sneered, "Mr. Magic, you know how many masters have been trained for the bullfighting organization in this way."
"Wow, bullfighting can indeed improve the player's operation level, but at most it is only promoted from a rookie to an old bird, and the rest is no good." I smiled and said, "Actually, there is no need for a rookie to waste a lot of time on this boring practice. It's enough to find a master with a few copies."
"Mr. Magic, I feel ridiculous about your ignorance." Andy was furious: "In your eyes, the players of our bullfighting organization are just old birds. What is a master?"
"Mr. Andy, if this kind of bullfighting can really greatly improve your operation level and cultivate masters, why is Mr. Jardno the only one on the European service master list?" I also looked up,
"Mr. Mo, you are being unreasonable." Andy blushed and said angrily, "The judges can't be measured by the level of operation alone, the grasp of the battle situation, the restraint of the profession, and the interference of equipment skills, which are all prerequisites."
"Here, you admitted it yourself." I laughed inexplicably,
"What did I admit?" Andy frowned,
"You admit that bullfighting can only improve the operation level, but not the comprehensive strength of the player." I shrugged my shoulders and smiled,
"You..."
"Andy, speaking of debate, you are not Mr. Mo's opponent." I said that the well-designed training method was quite unbearable, and Giardno said with a gloomy face,
"Does Mr. Giardno think what I'm saying is not true?" I heard his voice and laughed,
"Mr. Mo, you have a point." Giardno looked at me: "However, players have different understandings, and I think this is the most suitable training method for them."
"You all think so. What can I say?" He shook his head helplessly. This Giardeno is too arrogant. No wonder the bullfighting organization can only rank third in the three gangs. Suddenly, I feel that this guy is a little similar to the King of Qin, but at least the King of Qin is arrogant because of his super fighting ability, but this guy is extremely powerful.
"Mr. Mo, the operation methods of East and West are different, and each has its own advantages and disadvantages. Why do you have to struggle with this question?" Seeing that there was a little cold between me and Jardno, Rod, who accompanied him, acted as a peace veteran: "Oh, look, the bull's armor value has been exhausted. Barron is going to make a decisive blow."
We looked up and saw that the red cloth of Barron's left hand in the field had stopped shaking. The thin sword used for assassination in his right hand was raised flatly. A thick air wave spewed out of the nose of the bull in a violent state. The fierce bull's hoof trampled on the ground and rushed to Barron at an extremely rapid speed. At the moment before ** came, the bullfighting arena was silent. It's quiet to the extreme,
Barron's face was also solemn. Just when the bull was three meters away from him, the guy stepped forward and stabbed out the thin sword in his hand fiercely.
"Puff."
"2500000."
"Puff."
With a neat damage number flying high, Barron successfully contributed to a decisive blow,
"Boom."
After a few seconds of silence in the field, a shocking shout broke out. The Spaniards stood up from their seats, cheered, and gave applause and shouts to their heroes.
"Mr. Mo, I almost forgot." Seeing that Barron bowed to the audience like a warrior, Andy seemed to find a good sense of pride: "You haven't answered the second question just now. Oh, let me remind you once, who do you think Barron's operation is better than yours?"
"There is no comparison." I sneered and said, "Barron's operation technology is used to show others to get applause and cheers, while my operation technology is used to kill people and kill all monsters or players that hinder my progress."
"It's unbearable." Andy got up and said, "You are a blasphemy against the Spanish matador. It is absolutely unbearable. I want to honor you on behalf of the noble bullfighting."
"Wait." I waved my hand to interrupt Andy's words: "If you want to challenge me, you'd better measure your strength. If you are sure that you can defeat Ilyich and Alman one after another, then you will be qualified to fight with me."
"You,."
"Andy, sit down." Giardno stared at Andy: "Mr. Magic is my most distinguished guest. You are not allowed to challenge him."
"BOSS, this oriental man is talking nonsense. Don't be fooled by him." Andy said viciously, "He doesn't have the ability, so he can only talk big here."
"Mr. Magic..." Giardno's face was extremely gloomy: "My subordinates are very rude, but what you said just now did stimulate the pride of the Spanish matador... Well, I also hope you can prove your strength."
"Mr. Giardno, will you give me a little more money?" I asked,
"Mr. Mo, what do you mean?" Giardno looked at me,
"The bull that Barron assassinated just now is worth 5,000 dollars. If you want me to show your operation, I'm afraid you will give me a bull worth 10,000 dollars, armor worth tens of millions, and 1.5 million attack power." I smiled and said, "But I declare in advance that I can't fight bulls. I can only stab the bull's heart with one sword, which will lead to a decisive blow."
"Oh." A joy flashed in Giardno's eyes, but he hesitated and said, "Mr. Mo, it's not that I care about the ten thousand dollars, but the attack of the top bull 150W is really horrible... I'm afraid that as long as you touch you, you will be bloody or even hang up."
"Oh, Mr. Jardno, I'll correct a mistake." I smiled aggressively and said, "I want ten of your so-called top bulls... Well, in order to attract their hatred, I also need a big red fashion, just like the ten thin swords used for assassination are also red, which is the best."
"Mr. Mo, what are you talking about?" As soon as I said this, Giardno trembled all over and said with his mouth wide open, "In red fashion, in the face of ten bulls, you are a live target. Those bulls will send you completely to hell."
"Is that so?" I smiled indifferently: "I just want to prove that my operation is for killing people, not for others to watch... Well, if Mr. Jardno mind, forget it."
"No, I don't mind." When Giardno saw my oath, he immediately said, "Wait a minute, ten bulls will be there soon."