Chapter 378 Useless Uncle Chai

()    "Hey, Brother Jue, how are you doing?" After being killed, Xiao Tan returned to the landing space and established voice communication with Feng Bujue.

"I'm deleting emails..." Feng Bujue replied weakly. Obviously, his hands were not idle when he said this.

"Haha... I haven't finished deleting yet." Xiao Tan laughed.

At midnight, he and Feng Bujue also communicated once. At that time, the list of specially invited players had just been announced on the official website, and Brother Jue's mailbox had just exploded...

"It's about the same as I expected..." Feng Bujue said, "This time I'm definitely famous. In the past three days to a week, I have been mentally prepared to deal with thousands of emails every day..." He paused, "After a while, when the heat of this matter has subsided, it may be better. But... I'm afraid I can never go back to the ideal situation of being unknown. I once heard Jian Shao (Kuangzong Jianying) say that it is common for well-known players like him to receive dozens of emails from strangers after going online. My situation should become like this in the future..."

"I think there are countless people who are still looking forward to your treatment..." Xiao Tan complained.

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"Humph... Actually, there are benefits. If I don't have to play in the preliminaries... I will be much more relaxed." Feng Bujue continued, "By the way, how did you play in the first preliminaries?"

"Oh... I lost." Xiao Tan sighed.

"Oh." Feng Bujue seemed very calm.

"Hey! Your reaction is too cold!" Xiao Tan replied, "It's normal for me to lose!"

"Losing one game is not a big deal." Feng Bujue said, "We have to play fifty games in [Battle of Insects]. As long as we don't lose four games in a row and get eliminated early, it won't be a big problem..."

"That's easy to say... There are millions of players in this game, but only three thousand can enter the Battle of Cocoons, and players who win fifteen games in a row at any stage of the Battle of Insects will be directly promoted." Xiao Tan said while doing mental calculations, "For players who have played all fifty games, the theoretical best record is forty-seven wins and three losses... If you can't achieve fifteen consecutive wins, then if you want to advance, you have to work towards this record."

"Don't worry." Feng Bujue said, "Forty wins should guarantee promotion."

"Ah?" Xiao Tan was stunned for a moment. With his friendship with Brother Jue, he was able to judge many things from the tone of the other party's speech, so when he heard this sentence, he knew that Feng Bujue said it with a more certain attitude.

"How do you know?" Xiao Tan asked, "For something like this, even the people in the game company can't explain it clearly, right?"

"Speculation." Feng Bujue said.

"Your two words...are they a complete answer, or some kind of summary..." Xiao Tan said with a twitching mouth.

Feng Bujue also knew what Xiao Tan meant, so he started to explain directly: "Let's start from the day of the public beta test... In less than 24 days, the number of people who can reach level 30 or above is limited. You said 'this game has millions of players', which is actually nonsense... Those guys who do not meet the registration requirements can be ignored.

Your competitors are players who have registered and are above level 30, except for the ten seeded players. There are far fewer than a million people who meet these conditions, and it would be good if they can barely break through 100,000... Among them, there are some players who are anxious to use double experience cards or find someone to lead them (one of the regular businesses of the game studio, four to five professional players lead one or two bosses to play the script to ensure clearance) to level up in order to participate in the competition. These guys are all free boys, and they only have a dozen of each other. If they meet those players who have practiced hard, they will definitely lose, and it is only a matter of time before they lose four games in a row and are eliminated.

As for Although it is theoretically possible to advance by winning 15 games in a row, it is difficult to be honest. Under the principle of absolute random queuing, anything can happen. In the 15 consecutive duels, as long as there is one game where you encounter a strong player of equal strength or a player who restrains your concentration, the winning streak will be interrupted.

From the perspective of probability... the higher the player's ranking on the battle power ranking list, the higher the chance of completing this. For players ranked after 100, the hope of achieving 15 consecutive wins is already very slim. So... at most, out of the 3,000 places, there are about 100 places occupied by those who have won consecutive games.

Most people need to play 50 games and then look at the winning rate. "

He paused here and continued: "Now let's look at the theoretical best record you mentioned - 47 wins and 3 losses, which is basically an extremely high standard with the difficulty of 15 consecutive wins..."

"Hmm..." Xiao Tan responded thoughtfully.

"The competition system this time is pretty good. The setting of winning streaks to advance and losing streaks to be eliminated will reduce the probability of you encountering too strong or too weak players." Feng Bujue continued, "Apart from the factor of luck... Normally speaking, if you play fifty games, the number of god opponents and scum you encounter may not exceed five.

In the remaining forty-five games, you will face... opponents in the same strength range as yourself.

As long as your PK level is slightly higher than the average, your winning rate cannot be lower than 50, which is equivalent to winning twenty-three games. Whether you can advance... depends on how many you can win in the remaining twenty-two games. And... in those luck games, do you encounter more god opponents or more scum?"

"Ah... In short..." Xiao Tan continued, "The situation of qualifying is much more optimistic than I thought."

"That's right." Feng Bujue continued, "In my opinion... the lowest baseline for qualifying may be thirty-five... or even lower. As long as you don't lose fifteen games in total, there is a chance of qualifying."

"Okay..." Xiao Tan felt a lot more relieved after hearing Brother Jue's analysis, "By the way, speaking of the character game... do you know who the opponent I met in the first game is?"

"Listening to your tone, are you defeated by a powerful enemy?" Feng Bujue said.

"It's the Seven Kills! The Seven Kills from Brother Long and his club!" Xiao Tan emphasized.

"Oh..." Feng Bujue thought, "That's indeed a divine opponent."

"When I think about the fact that you have defeated that kind of guy, I'm not surprised that you are on the list of specially invited players..." Xiaotan said.

During the battle for the cloak, Feng Bujue boasted several times in front of Xiaotan, consciously or unconsciously, so the latter knew a lot about it.

"As you are now... you should be able to get along with him, right?" Feng Bujue asked.

"I can, but I just can't beat him." Xiao sighed, "I feel like there's still a big gap between me and the top masters like you..."

"Ha... If it had been ten years ago, you could have beaten me out..." Feng Bujue complained.

"Ah? What?" Xiao Tan asked somewhat inexplicably.

"It's okay... I just said it casually." Feng Bujue was distracted by deleting emails. He was distracted for a moment and slipped something. He immediately covered it up, "I seemed to have said some lines from a movie casually... Don't worry... "

"Oh..." Xiao Tan didn't think much and replied: "Well... then you can go ahead and delete the email. I'll try playing a few more games."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Feng Bujue said, "Hang up."

The communication between the two was interrupted, and Brother Jue took a long breath, "Huh... it's really dangerous..." he said to himself, "I just wanted to encourage him... I didn't mean what I said..." He stopped He stopped what he was doing and took a deep breath. Some memory fragments flashed before his eyes, filled with blood and wailing, "At that time... that kid was definitely crazy..."

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The words were divided into two parts. At this moment, a 1V1 killing game was unfolding between two specially invited players. They are [Uncle Good-for-nothing] and [The Corpse Sword is King] respectively.

The good-for-nothing uncle's style is completely slovenly... he has messy short hair, a sad beard, a pair of sunglasses, a set of brown pajamas and pajamas, and flip-flops on his feet.

Corpse Knife is King is wearing a green and black club uniform, with a badge printed on the left chest of the suit. The pattern is a finely carved skull scimitar with the word "Corpse Knife" written in black. The players in their studio basically have no special features. They all have the same haircut and wear uniform clothes. The rule of naming is to add the suffix "strike" or "王" after their nickname.

On the maple leaf forest, the bright moon is in the sky.

The trees are clear at night, and the murderous intention is like a shuttle.

At this time, the two had fought for several times, and one of them was already showing signs of decline.

"Are you kidding..." Corpse Sword King stepped back and picked up a halberd on the ground. It was the weapon that was knocked out of his hand dozens of seconds ago...

"This should be my line..." Uncle Useless was still holding a cigarette in his mouth when he spoke, "You are the number one master of corpse knives, and you are also a man in the top 20 in the combat effectiveness rankings. You are weak. It’s outrageous to be like this.”

"You..." Corpse Sword King's face showed no expression, but he was frightened and angry in his heart. He thought to himself: "Originally, I just randomly arranged a killing game for practice... but I met a monster... This guy is only fifth? Impossible... I have fought against Zui Wo Xuan Ran, and this good-for-nothing uncle is much better than Zui Wo Xuan Ran..."

"I've heard some rumors about your studio, phew..." Uncle Good-for-nothing puffed out his smoke and continued, "You are using 'medicine', right?"

"I don't know what you are talking about..." Corpse Sword King wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, took advantage of the gap between the other party and himself to adjust his breathing, and looked for opportunities.

The good-for-nothing Uncle just stood there smoking a cigarette in a very casual posture, and continued, "The Corpse Sword has always been ranked fifth in the club's combat effectiveness list, and among the top twenty in the level list, You also have the largest number of quotas. But you, the number one master of corpse knives... your actual combat ability really shocks me..." He sneered and took another puff of cigarette, "It's some kind of drug that can suppress the shock value. Well... although it can't be completely controlled at zero, it should be able to keep the fright value in a low range... This way... we can ensure that every time we clear a scenario, we can get a rating of 'good courage' or above and receive some experience. award."

"Hmph...you should be careful what you say. You have to provide evidence for everything." Corpse Sword King also sneered, "You are also a well-known player. If you talk nonsense everywhere and damage the reputation of our company..."

"Evidence... hehe... is that important?" Uncle Feichai laughed, "I'm just a freelancer who makes a living in the game as an individual... I have no influence, even if I saw your people taking drugs before lying in the game cabin, so what? You didn't break the law." He shrugged, "A small person like me, except for being good at playing games, there is no other strength. You big studios, if you send me a few lawyer's letters, you may be able to force me into a desperate situation. I'm a person who can only make a living, I can't afford to provoke you, and I don't have the time and energy to provoke you." His tone was full of sarcasm, "The way I can fight you... is to beat you into a meat pie in the game and put you in a cardboard box..."

"You're going too far!" Corpse Knife King raised his voice again, "I'll make you come and never come back!" He shouted, and the long halberd swung out three purple lights and broke through the air.

Waste Uncle flipped his palm and raised his sleeve, and pushed out with a palm, and the force turned into a wall of air, and the purple light in the air was immediately blocked.

"It seems that you can't make any decent attacks." Waste Uncle said, "I'll kill you..."

As soon as he made up his mind, his skills were already accumulated. Waste Uncle took a half step forward, and hit back with a powerful palm, dispersing the purple light, and rushed towards the location of the Corpse Knife King.

"Hmph... I fell into the trap." Corpse Knife King couldn't make too many expressions on his face, which also covered him.

At this moment, he used a move "Entering the Clouds", rushed into the air, and disappeared.

"Oh? Escape..." Waste Uncle thought, "No... It's..."

Whoosh - the sound of breaking wind, faster than the player's thoughts.

The long halberd suddenly fell from above Waste Uncle's left shoulder, and the violent force instantly cut off his entire left arm...

The situation changed drastically, and it was reversed in one move.

The situation of Waste Chai Uncle took a sharp turn for the worse. The Corpse Knife King relied on a simple hiding and moving skill to put his opponent into a desperate situation.

...At least, he thought it was a desperate situation.

"Oh...it really hurts." Waste Chai Uncle said weakly, turning his head to look at his left arm that fell to the ground. There was still a cigarette butt in his left hand, "I haven't finished smoking that one yet..."

"Compared to cigarettes...consider yourself first!" The Corpse Knife King turned in the air, and the halberd tip spun in the opposite direction, this time aiming at Waste Chai Uncle's neck.

In the blink of an eye, Waste Chai Uncle made a move that made the opponent confused. He did not dodge or evade, but stood in place...but, with his right hand, he quickly took off his sunglasses and threw them out...

With a puff...the head fell to the ground.

However, before Waste Chai Uncle's "corpse" with missing arms and head fell, another complete Waste Chai Uncle appeared behind the sunglasses on the other side.

"Interesting, isn't it?" Waste Uncle said, reaching out from his pajamas pocket, took out another cigarette, and calmly lit it for himself, "How do you want to lie in the cardboard box?"

Looking at the opponent who was resurrected in full state on the spot, Corpse Knife King felt deep despair. From the beginning of this battle to the move just now... He had tried his best, but the opponent always used various weird ways to resolve it, and the result was unscathed...

The next second, Corpse Knife King retreated...

Waste Uncle listened to the system prompts ringing in his ears, blowing smoke rings, "Huh... Forced retreat... It seems to be the last resort to preserve dignity, but in fact... This is exactly the reaction of the weak..."