Tokyo Sound

The man had been sitting there for over an hour, playing the latest game, "Endgame 4". There was a glass of water in front of him, and he had already drunk most of it. He played the game in silence. The AI ​​at the highest difficulty level was like paper in front of him, and it broke with a single poke. He quickly beat the game and the game crashed. He inserted coins again and continued playing the game.

Few people would actively approach him to apply for a match, and those who did would only do so for the sake of teaching. This was because this guy was a familiar face here, and his strength was strong enough to put even the regional champion in a tough fight.

But there will always be newcomers.

"My name is Jinshandao. I heard that Kawasaki Haru, one of the top eight players in the fighting game competition, and Itabashi Gen, the third place winner of EVO [Note: the Evolution competition, one of the fighting game competitions] two years ago, often practice here, so I came here specifically to ask you two great masters for advice." A young man with highlighted hair and wearing a rider's suit came over, exhausted, and grabbed a player who was about to go home to collect his clothes.

"You came at an untimely time. Chuansheng found a girlfriend and hasn't been here for half a month." The young man glanced at him.

"He was eliminated in the quarterfinals last year because he underestimated his opponent. This year, he didn't practice hard, but instead indulged in sex? How can he improve his strength like this?" The young man with highlights frowned and snorted, "Well, what about Banqiao Yuan?"

"He just left two hours ago and bought a train ticket. I guess he's taking a nap on the bus now. He said his parents insisted that he go back for a blind date or something." The young man answered again.

"Are you a little late?" The young man with his hair dyed with highlights sighed, "I fought all the way from Osaka to here, thinking that Tokyo is the economic lifeline and there should be many hidden talents. I didn't expect that several venues in a row were just for show. Sigh."

"You, a Guanxi guy, are so confident after killing a few useless people. Do you dare to challenge a world-class strongman directly?" The young man had a bad impression of this man. "Wait until you beat the most powerful person in the field first."

"So, among those of you sitting here, who is the best fighter?" The young man with highlighted hair looked around, and the people nearby also gave him slightly hostile looks.

"Of course it's a peerless master, could it be me?" The young man clicked his tongue.

"Oh? Besides Kawano Haru and Banqiao Yuan, you actually have other peerless masters here?" The young man with highlighted hair was stunned, but instead of fear, he was happy and his fighting spirit surged.

"No, his nickname during battles is 'Peerless Master.'" the young man explained.

The young man with highlighted hair had a stiff smile and was a little speechless, but he still asked, "So who is it?"

"At the three o'clock direction, that's the one who's been playing computer games. Oh, I'm alone again today, hehe, good." The young man pointed casually, and there seemed to be something else in his words. He laughed twice with inexplicable gloating, and then left.

The young man with dyed hair who had obtained the new information strode over. He first stood a little further away and watched the man's operation for a while, then walked closer, tilted his head slightly and shook his pink dyed bangs, and said indifferently: "You are the "peerless master"? They say you are the best fighter among these people, is that true?"

The man raised his eyes slightly, without stopping his hand movements, and said in a tone indifferent to fame and fortune: "I am just a first-line goalkeeper, everyone is just being modest."

"Anything is fine." The young man with his hair dyed with highlights put the motorcycle helmet aside and said, "Want a plate?"

"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone." The man reached out for the water and switched to one-handed operation.

"It's okay. I think it won't take much time." The young man with highlighted hair said as a matter of course.

The man stopped drinking water, paused for a few seconds, and asked, "What are you playing?"

"Let's just watch 'Last Fist of 4'." The young man with highlighted hair sat down nearby.

"rule."

"No."

"The prize."

“He who wins tastes victory.”

"Here, choose someone." The man took a game coin from his desk and put it in for his opponent.

The cursors of 1P and 2P moved quickly across the miniature portraits of many characters, and both of them locked on the characters they wanted to use in just a few seconds. Entering the battle interface, the old man in a long gown and the strong man with bare upper body looked at each other from a distance, making gestures to each other for advice.

Seeing this, some of the nearby players came over to watch the fun.

At the moment when the countdown ended, the crisp and pleasant sound of the keys suddenly rang out. The strong man took a step forward, jab and elbow, and his moves were extremely fierce. His powerful muscle strength forced the thin old man back. The young man with dyed hair attacked and took the advantage at the beginning. His fingers tapped wildly, inputting commands one after another. Under his control, the strong man rushed like a mad bull, with full suppression. In contrast, the old man in the long gown was just passively defending, minimizing losses.

The styles of the two are obvious at a glance, the young man with highlighted hair goes for a "rough" style, while the man goes for a "turtle" style.

The background of the map is a temple fair street with red lights and green colors. A chubby little boy pesters his parents to buy candied haws. A young woman in a Tang suit stands on an antique high-rise building. Dragon dancers, guided by dragon balls and holding dragon tools, leap and turn to the accompaniment of drums and music. The auspicious dragons seem to be injected with life. Dazzling fireworks explode in the clear evening sky, making the fair even more colorful.

The old man and the strong man are separated from this joy and happiness, fighting between life and death.

"You can't win by just defending," said the young man with highlighted hair.

A third of the time had passed, and the old man in the long gown had lost more than half of his health, while he was in good condition and his energy bar was far ahead. He was able to continuously resolve his attacks, which was indeed stronger than the opponents he had encountered before, but if that was all, he would inevitably end up being defeated three by one.

"Then use your ultimate move and kill me quickly." The man said slowly, with a hint of provocation in his words.

A method of provoking generals?

If you miss a special move during a combo, there will be a fatal afterswing, but for a young man with dyed hair who has mastered the combo to the point where it can be described as a one-click script, there is no need to consider the possibility of failure. The only thing to do is to enter the killing line and open a gap in the opponent's defense.

The old man was agile and the strong man chased him relentlessly. The fireworks in the sky kept blooming, covering them with layers of colorful edges. The strong man used his fists and small skills continuously, and finally, after an uppercut, the young man's eyes flashed.

The time has come.

With his understanding of the game and mental arithmetic, his high-speed combo has already filled up the opponent's hidden defense gauge, and the next move will definitely break the defensive posture.

The sturdy man was hit by a straight punch, and there was a sound like breaking glass. The old man in the long gown's strong bamboo-like body finally trembled, and a stream of fighting spirit exploded from his body. His defensive posture collapsed and he inevitably fell backwards.

This was a great opportunity. The young man with dyed hair had even entered the command for the ultimate kill in advance. But at this moment, it was not only him who had his hand speed soar. The man was indifferent before, and his fingertips were flying.

What's the point of doing this when the character is out of control? It's just a futile struggle. The young man with highlighted hair shook his head secretly.

As the super-kill command that was familiar to him was input, the sturdy man burst out all the strength he had accumulated so far in one second, instantly clearing the remaining blood of the old man in the long gown.

But the one whose health was rapidly declining was not his opponent, but the strong man himself!

The old man in the long gown finally showed his fangs, and his hands attacked continuously like snakes and bayonets, splashing blood with every swing. The young man with highlighted hair opened his eyes wide, and for a moment he couldn't figure out the situation. The enemy should be in an uncontrollable state with shattered defenses, and his super special move was perfectly executed, so there was no way he could be interrupted.

"Blocking is just a castrated version." The man seemed to know the confusion and explained kindly, "It consumes one bar of energy and blocks the opponent's attack without taking any damage at the moment."

“But that should bounce the enemy back and knock him to the ground. It’s impossible to do it continuously.” The young man with highlighted hair said in a deep voice.

"If you use this move while your defense is shattered, your opponent won't be bounced away," the man chuckled.

“This is a BUG.” The young man with highlighted hair reacted.

"You said there are no rules." The man said with a smile. He did not slow down his operation while speaking. The old man in the long gown seemed to want to take revenge for all the oppression he had suffered throughout the game. He used this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to the extreme, and blood splattered everywhere.

It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t have enough energy to take me away, the young man with highlighted hair thought to himself.

In fact, it was true. The dazzling combo was finally about to come to an end. In the picture, the old man in the long gown stepped forward, and the black and white light flashed wildly in his hand. At the extreme distance, he used his finger as a sword to pierce the heart of the strong man. The sharp energy penetrated his chest like a sword, leaving sharp marks in the air behind him. After the two damage calculations were completed, the strong man was knocked away, and his health had dropped to a very dangerous level.

But he didn't die.

In fighting games, as long as you can still move, the possibilities are endless.

The young man with highlighted hair calmly commanded the burly man to get up. However, at this critical moment, the man actually took his hands off the joystick and keys and reached out to take the water cup and check the messages on his mobile phone.

What does this mean? Are you looking down on me?

The young man with highlighted hair was burning with rage, and the sturdy man, with his scarred body, rushed towards the motionless old man in the long gown, but halfway through, he seemed to trip and kick a stone, and his knees bent and he fell straight down.

Died.

The strong man's blood, which was like a candle in the wind, was really blown out by the wind from nowhere, and he lost.

"Death point. Within four seconds after being hit by this move, except for defense, as long as you move, your health will be reduced according to the distance you move." Seeing that he was a little confused, the man explained gently, "It seems that you don't understand "Fist of the End 4" deeply enough."

"Are you trying to lure me into a trap?" the young man with highlighted hair asked in a low voice.

"No need. Even if you don't take action, I can send a wave remotely and you will still die." The man fiddled with his phone and said naturally, "I do have some news to read. I really don't mean to mock you."

"—!"

The young man with highlighted hair clenched his fists, with a burning desire in his heart.

"Hello? Where are you? I've been sitting here for almost two hours." The man raised his hand to signal a break, tilting his head to make a phone call, "Oh, we're here, by the slide? Okay, I'll come over."

"Sorry, the person I'm waiting for is here. See you again if we're lucky." The man turned around and apologized, then took the water and prepared to leave.

"The battle isn't over yet, and you're actually trying to escape?!" The young man with the dyed hair grabbed the man's sleeve, "Leave after the fight is over!"

"That's right! Let's finish the fight first!" The players who were watching the fun behind him also widened their eyes and started to make a noise like an angry King Kong.

This made the young man with dyed hair feel a little strange. He came here to challenge the locals, so why did these locals stand on the same side with him, an outsider? Shouldn't they be allies?

"I really don't want to fight anymore. I'm going to go find someone." The man refused several times.

"A few minutes, it won't delay anything!" The young man with his hair highlighted said forcefully, "Sit down!"

The man sat back helplessly, and continued to touch the joystick.

Two minutes later.

The man left his seat quite smoothly and walked away hurriedly.

The young man with highlighted hair, Jin Shandao, looked at the three-in-one on the screen and fell silent.

A group of people watching the show behind him also began to comment and make suggestions.

"Alas, it's useless. Not to mention two for one, I couldn't even do three for one. And I'm still trying to gain experience in the martial arts world."

"I couldn't even slow him down, waste his time, or make him late. It was a waste of time."

"I was waiting for his girlfriend to come over and see him lose so badly and make a fool of himself. It's boring. I'm leaving now."

The spectators left as they were talking, leaving the Osaka man to ponder his life.

……

After almost a month, Yin Ze finally met Sakura again in this video game arcade.

Shimazaki Nobunaga has become obsessed with writing, and there are so many two-person activities that have not been carried out, so this time he must squeeze out the benefit value of Sakura, who also has a platinum membership card.

"You have to get the offline team reward for Biohazard 3. It doesn't matter if you play hard or not, but you have to sign up with me, otherwise it won't count." The man walked quickly towards the girl in fashionable sportswear holding an ice cream. "After that, there are also Devil's Castle 2 and Jump Battle. We are very busy today."

"Sorry, I guess I can't team up with you today." Sakura Ayane gave him a rare absent-minded smile.

"What does this mean? If you don't team up with me, then who will you accompany? Are you coming here just to bask in the sun?" the man said dissatisfiedly.

"It's to accompany me."

A cute voice that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, and even a little fearful because of being at a disadvantage in the laning phase for many years, suddenly appeared.

A figure popped out from behind Sakura-san.

"WoKao!" The man even spoke his hometown dialect subconsciously.

"Hehe, this is the first time we meet outside of work, Junior-kun."

Hidaka Rina waved the same white ice cream in her hand as Sakura and greeted with a smile.

Chapter 114: Be ashamed

My dream of getting all the rewards for a double team was shattered today.

Yin Ze bit the straw, held the half-full glass of water, leaned against the wall, feeling tired, silently looking at the two people fighting side by side in front of him. They were playing a cooperative game, a mole elimination game. One was in charge of the left side, and the other was in charge of the right side. The rubber hammers were swinging vigorously, and every time they hit a mole, they would laugh a few times, just like the Vikings chopping off the enemy's head and starting a passionate war cry.

Although it was the highest difficulty, the speed at which the mole poked its head out and retracted its head was unexpected, but after all, it was a collaboration between two people, so the scores were still quite good after they were calculated, and even made it into this month's ranking.

Sakura Ayane and Hidaka Rina threw away the hammers and happily high-fived to celebrate.

"So strong." The man on the side clapped and praised in a very formal manner.

"That's right, unity is strength." The younger senior raised his head proudly.

"What do you want to play next?" Sakura Ayane had a smile on her face and her eyes were full of seriousness.

"This is pretty good, how about playing a few more games?" The younger senior is not motivated to make progress, he just wants to copy success.

"There are still many fun things to do. Let's go ride motorcycles," suggested Sakura Ayane.

“I can’t ride.”

"It's fun only if you've never ridden one. It's quite simple and fun. Come, I'll tell you some tricks!" Sakura Ayane led everyone to the virtual racing area with ease.

Perhaps to let the seniors who were new to this experience the fun, they chose the personal prop race right from the start, where everyone would do anything to win. Sakura could start with nitrous and leave the others far behind, but she always accompanied the girls of the same age to familiarize themselves with the game and the track. During this time, they were naturally attacked and disturbed by other enemies who had surpassed them by several laps, but Sakura responded with rockets, tire spikes, smoke mines, and chaos balls.

Once, Hidaka Rina was almost blown off the track into the abyss by a landmine, but Sakura, who was behind her, blew her back in mid-air with a precision-guided missile and corrected the trajectory manually.

This operation was so outrageous that Yin Ze, who was standing on the wing to block the damage for them and was shaking like a Parkinson's disease along with the car body, was stunned and exclaimed "Unbelievable! Amazing!"

Of course, the last three people took the last one, two, and three places, but the seniors who were always protected had an excellent gaming experience and did not feel any frustration of losing at all. After running several times in a row, they reluctantly went to the next project, the music game.

This kind of game that relies on personal reaction is not easy to teach, but the excellence of this game is that even at a low difficulty level, novices can enjoy the core fun. Obviously, this kind of game that listens to music and chats at the same time, and has the elimination element like Tetris, is very much to the taste of the senior. She stretched out her index finger and pointed at the various colored lights floating on the screen, and she was having a lot of fun.

However, when Takarina saw an ordinary music game player passing by next door that day, she was shocked to see the man using his ten fingers as if they were twenty Cthulhu Phantoms, swinging his hands like a famous swordsman, slashing with the wind and flashing, cutting into pieces that covered the screen with dense spots of light.

"Can you do that too?" The younger senior pointed in that direction and asked their souls.

Leaving aside Master Yin, who has a virtual computer installed in his head, Master Zuo is definitely in trouble.

"So, is that so? Well, if you really want to say it, I can do it." As expected, Sakura-san stammered and lacked confidence.

"Really? Then I'll give up my seat." Hidaka Rina believed it and made room for the boss.

"Don't be stubborn. That guy is playing a modified version of the pavement game. The number of notes has doubled, and it's random. The speed is crazy fast. It's very challenging. No, it should be said that it's very dangerous..." Yin Ze advised kindly.

Sakura's expression changed again and again, but facing the expectant eyes of girls of the same age, it finally stayed in determination.

"—but I always enjoy danger."