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Chapter 195 Who is eating the tiger
After a while of operation, the first 1V1 ranking battle between the prodigal son Wuqing and the madman of Peking University finally started. The two sides appeared at two points on the map that were 200 million kilometers apart.Just when the prodigal son was about to use the *** curve to find the location of the madman of Peking University, he heard a communication from the madman of Peking University on the battlefield. , Confront him directly.

【Ha ha!Sure enough, he is a super rookie, and he took the initiative to reveal his position! 】

[Yes, this wave is stable, our prodigal son will definitely win! 】

"Come on! Since he promised to let him shoot seven rounds of volley, it doesn't matter if he found a good sneak attack position, it's better to get into the artillery battle quickly!" The prodigal son was also heartbroken, and then said to his audience, then Driving towards the coordinates reported by the Peking University madman, he found that the other party was staying at the coordinates, moving in circles on the spot, obviously waiting for the ruthless arrival of the prodigal son.

"Boss Wuqing, you are finally here, I can fire now!" Seeing the prodigal son Wuqing appearing, the other party immediately asked excitedly.

"Wait... I haven't entered your range yet... Wait for me..." Before the prodigal son could finish his words, the opponent's Star Destroyer fired a round of salvo. With a full [-] to [-] kilometers left, it lost its kinetic energy and fell down.

[Wahhaha...that's so funny...this rookie fired before he got into range! 】

[Oh my god, I laughed so hard, I've never seen such a funny rookie in my life! 】

[Just rush this wave, my ten satellites are yours now! 】

Seeing this situation, the audience went crazy with joy, and countless bullet screens began to be posted, and some viewers directly posted more than a dozen satellites to thank the prodigal son for allowing them to see such a funny scene.

"Oh! I forgot the range of the shot, Boss Ruqing, can this salvo be counted!" The madman of Peking University suddenly sent a message, begging the prodigal son Ruqing.

"It's okay! This round of volley is not yours. You still have seven chances to shoot, but next time you have to see the range before firing. I won't let you again!" The prodigal son laughed heartlessly. Dao, at the same time the vigilance in my heart was completely let go, if I lost to this idiot, then I would stop playing the game "Stars".

Although the prodigal son has already warned the opponent to wait until he is within the range before starting the shelling, but the opponent still did not hold back, and fired directly when the warship of the prodigal son was thousands of kilometers away from the range, and the result was naturally all in vain. Once, the opponent no longer had the face to ask the prodigal son to be ruthless to count as this round of salvo.

After some bored waiting for more than ten seconds, the opponent's second round of salvo finally arrived as scheduled. Although this time it was within the range of the range, the shells of the madman of Peking University were extremely random, and each shell was like a celestial maiden scattered flowers. Generally distributed, the two farthest shells are actually separated by a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers.Of course, not a single shell fell on the prodigal son's ruthless battleship.

The third round... the fourth round..., the first four rounds of the Peking University madman actually failed. This made the prodigal son ruthlessly bend over with a smile, and at the same time completely relaxed his vigilance. Get the star ready, that star is already in his pocket.

As a result, when the prodigal son Wuqing was talking to the fans, his battleship suddenly trembled violently, and then the NPC starship girl reminded the prodigal son Wuqing that his battleship was hit by a shell and lost 12% of its battle damage.

"It's okay! It's only 12%! It's not a big deal!" The prodigal son said indifferently, but the sixth round of salvo hit the prodigal son's warship again, but this time the battle damage was only a mere 8% It's just a %, worse than the fifth round.

"It's done this time, there's only one round left!" According to the opponent's accuracy, the prodigal son felt that his star had been stabilized, so he said to his fans confidently, and the seventh round of salvo also One after another, another bombardment hit the ruthless battleship of the prodigal son.

This time, two shells landed on the prodigal son's ruthless battleship, so the battle damage was quite high this time, which brought 30% of the prodigal son's ruthless battle damage. 50% battle damage.

"Enough! Enough! Watch out, veterans, and see how I can kill this garbage with 50% battle damage!" The seven rounds of volleys finally passed, and the prodigal son finally had the right to fight back, and then his first A round of volleys attacked... As a result, this fool actually didn't even know how to dodge basic moves. He ate the prodigal son's ruthless three shells abruptly, and was directly killed by the prodigal son's ruthless 50% battle damage!

【6666, everyone is on the same starting line this time, and everyone is 50%. 】

[The farts are on the same starting line, my prodigal son killed him in the next shot. 】

"Everyone be humble! Be humble!" Seeing such a speech on the bullet screen, the prodigal son Wuqing immediately pretended to say, and won a round of applause on the bullet screen, and several satellites rose high, watching the prodigal son Wuqing My eyes were hot for a while, and at the same time I was thinking about how many gifts I could earn this time, I felt a sudden explosion in my ears, and immediately a burst of red light blocked all my sight.And when the scenery in front of him recovered again, the prodigal son had returned to the lounge ruthlessly.

"What's going on here?" The prodigal son was inexplicably confused for a while, and immediately began to check the combat records. As a result, he saw in the last column of the combat records that a shell from the opponent directly hit the cockpit of the prodigal son's ruthless, and then the prodigal son Ruthless was instantly killed.

【Depend on!What's going on, I can't understand it at all, why did I lose all of a sudden! 】

[You are stupid, haven't you seen the battle record sent by the prodigal son?The prodigal son was hit in the cockpit by his opponent, so he was instantly killed. 】

[66666, the prodigal son was indeed killed in the next shot! 】

[Hey, this Peking University madman is so lucky, he hit the cockpit of the prodigal son in a random move. 】

[This is normal. There are times when I get lucky. The last time I played qualifying, I hit the opponent's cockpit like this indiscriminately. I killed the opponent with one shot, not to mention how exciting it is! 】

The barrage in the prodigal son's ruthless live broadcast room began to flicker wildly, but no one accused the prodigal son of not playing well, but everyone said that the luck of this madman from Peking University was really good, and he was so lucky to hit the prodigal son's The cockpit, or the prodigal son has already won.

"Boss Ruthless, thank you for giving me a hand. I didn't expect my luck to be so good. I'm really happy, thank you Boss Ruthless!" The madman of Peking University sent a letter of thanks to the prodigal son Wuqing as soon as the battle ended.

"It's okay!" At this time, the heart of the prodigal son was terribly hurt. It wasn't because he had lost, but because his luck was too bad, and the other party's luck was too good, not because of his own strength.The prodigal son is ruthless, but he is distressed that the promised stellar gift is gone, and his own points that have already reached 940 points have dropped to 910 points in one breath, while the other party has increased from 250 points to 270 points.

[The prodigal son is fine, I have already bought my star, next time I beat him, I will give it to you! ] Unexpectedly, that rich fan sent out another barrage, which completely ignited the fighting spirit in the prodigal son Wuqing, so he quickly sent a message to the madman of Peking University saying, "Continue!"

"Okay" The madman of Peking University replied quite simply.

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Ever since, the second round of solo platoon began. This time, the madman of Peking University really made progress. He waited until the prodigal son had entered the shooting range before firing. As a result, except for the first and fourth rounds, the rest of the volleys failed. Unexpectedly, the prodigal son Wuqing was hit by all of them, and together they caused nearly 80% of the battle damage to the prodigal son Wuqing.

After regaining the right to counterattack, although the prodigal son tried his best to make a comeback with the remaining 20% ​​of the battle damage, he finally succeeded in destroying the battleship of the Peking University Madman to 95% of the battle damage. One move, and finally was killed by the madman of Peking University.

[I actually lost again!I really didn't expect it! 】

[The madman from Peking University learned very quickly, and the seven rounds of salvos are really too much. Didn't you see that our prodigal son wiped out 20% of his battle damage with only 95% of his battle damage in the end?It's not that our prodigal son is incompetent, it's that the seven rounds of salvo have given way too much. 】

The barrage took the initiative to analyze a wave for the prodigal son, and no one thought that the prodigal son was incompetent. It was indeed because the seven rounds gave way too much. This was also deeply approved by the prodigal son, so he continued Send a message to the madman of Peking University, "Brother, these seven rounds are too many, and you have already won two sets, and you have increased to 285 points. Otherwise, the seven rounds will be reduced a little, and the reduction will be fine!"

"No problem, I'm satisfied if I can win two games. Six rounds will be six rounds!"In this way, the third solo row contest between the two began.

In the last battle, the madman of Peking University, who had improved his hit rate a lot, seemed to show his true colors in the third match. None of the first five salvos hit the prodigal son's ruthless battleship. At that time, the prodigal son was still 100% battle damage.

The prodigal son finally couldn't help laughing loudly. He felt that he was sure to win this time. When the opponent's sixth round of salvo was over and he could easily kill the opponent, the shells of the sixth round of salvo fell down. .

But as the saying goes, there are unpredictable things, and people have misfortunes and blessings. The prodigal son never expected that a shell from the opponent's sixth salvo would hit his own anti-matter engine, destroying the entire anti-matter engine compartment. In other words, the prodigal son's ruthless warship completely lost its power and could only stay in place without moving.

In this way, the result of the battle is also self-evident. In the situation of not moving, just the simplest salvo aiming is enough, without any prediction at all, all the shells can easily hit the opponent .

Therefore, even though the prodigal son relentlessly fought back without motivation, he managed to destroy up to 70% of the opponent's battle damage.But helplessly, the opponent's aiming was too brainless, and in the end the prodigal son's ruthless battleship was blasted into fireworks in the universe by the madmen of Peking University.

"Thank you Boss Wuqing, I'm satisfied, I'm going offline, I don't want to play anymore!" After winning the third time, the madman of Peking University immediately sent a message to the prodigal son Wuqing.

"No! You can't go!" At this time, the prodigal son's ruthless face was already a little ugly. Although it was the result of various chances and coincidences, he did lose three games in a row at the hands of others at Peking University.

At this time, although the barrage has not sprayed his own strength, but he can vaguely see some mockery. If he can't torture the Peking University madman several times, he may lose his fans.

And more importantly, a raging flame of anger was burning in the prodigal son's ruthless heart. If he did not defeat the madman of Peking University, this flame could not be extinguished at all.Therefore, the prodigal son ruthlessly asked Peking University Madman to continue the solo queue.

"Okay! The ruthless boss let me win so much, it's a bit unreasonable for me to leave like this, then I will continue to play with the ruthless boss!" On the other side of the game, Liu Nianfeng's mouth hung slightly With a mocking smile, he said ruthlessly to the prodigal son.

(End of this chapter)