It was a big drunkenness. The next morning, Zhang Xiuwen's head seemed to be inserted into his ears by Hei Pi Xiao Cui with his big stick, and his head was in pain.

The so-called hangover is just like this. Generally speaking, drinking happily before the competition is simply a grand flag-raising ceremony...

"Haha, but considering that this may be the last drunkenness in life, it's worth it!"

While giggling, Zhang Xiuwen took out a brocade box from the bedside table. A golden pill in the box emitted a faint color and the fragrance of medicine was swaying.

"Hey, this panacea is still the family fortune I saved when the senior management worked hard. It will eliminate all bad conditions. As long as you have 998 points, it's a pity that people who have fallen into the first level can't even save up a fraction of them."

After swallowing the pill, Zhang Xiuwen felt a cool breath wandering in his body, quickly eliminating the headache of hangover, and even the hemorrhoids that had been bothering for many years disappeared.

"If I had known that this medicine was so magical, I would have taken it a few years ago!"

After lamenting twice, Zhang Xiuwen got up from the bed, checked his equipment one by one, and started stretching in the small room, and his physical condition gradually adjusted to its peak.

He drank wildly on the last night and adjusted his state with a panacea, leaving no psychological and physiological burden. Zhang Xiuwen's plan was perfect, so even if he died, there would be no regrets.

When he walked out of the room, he found that the team members had been waiting outside the door for a long time.

"Captain, it's very slow. The game will take three hours to go."

A familiar friend, although his eyes were joking, called the captain affectionately.

Zhang Xiuwen's eyes were a little moist.

That guy and he are both enemies and friends, both fell from the high-level arena. The two competed more often than cooperated, and they were dissatisfied with each other. When they were most resentful, they even fought with each other. But now for this game, this guy actually called him the captain.

"Old Ma, I won't let you down."

"Hmph. I hope that's the case."

In addition to soldiers like Lao Ma who are about to fight alongside Zhang Xiuwen, some of them are simply watching the fun and are blocking Zhang Xiuwen's short-term low-rent housing in the arena.

"Old Zhang, Lao Zhang, let's discuss something with you."

Zhang Xiuwen looked up and saw that the man was a new fighter. He was not very familiar with him, but he made a familiar attitude, which made him feel a little unhappy.

Zhang Xiuwen is not a casual person.

"What's up?"

The man grinned and said, "Can you sublet this house be sublet me? It's cheap and the location is good, I like it very much. Anyway, you won't be able to use it after today."

"Grass-mud horse." Zhang Xiuwen stretched out his middle finger without hesitation.

While cursing, Zhang Xiuwen also sighed in his heart. The first level is that because there are too many such miscellaneous things, no matter what he does, he can't do anything. He is originally a group of miscellaneous people, but he likes to drag each other down and doesn't even have a basic spirit of cooperation.

The reason why Zhang Xiuwen risked his life to complete this big challenge is not just for his own personal honor and disgrace? Lao Ma and Iron Man are willing to abandon past grudges. Is it because they are greedy for the bonus of the big challenge?

Isn’t it to make the first floor arena more beautiful?

With a bad mood, Zhang Xiuwen ran to find Wang Wu. He remembered correctly that after drinking yesterday, he went to the hotel on the first floor to stay overnight.

According to the room number given by the service desk, knocking on the door and seeing the pretty face, Zhang Xiuwen couldn't help but smile. This genius boy with overflowing strength was the key figure in his victory.

"Brother Hong? How is the situation?"

Wang Wu yawned and raised his dead fish eyes: "It's awful. I haven't slept all night, and I'm so sleepy that I want to die of sleep."

“…Is it because of being too nervous?”

"No, it's because I happened to buy the latest comic series at the newspaper booth. I saw it dawn in one breath. I really can't hold on if I can apply for a delayed challenge."

"...Are you kidding?"

"Oh, there are still three hours left to play. What's the hurry? Come and call me five minutes later."

"Why do you have to wait until the competition has started before calling you! Are you going to collect the corpse?? Don't get up and get ready to fight!"

Wang Wu: "It doesn't matter. I just understood a set of Damn Arhat Fist from the comics. After I fell asleep, I became super powerful."

"Are you lying to the point!?"

——

With a lot of anger, Zhang Xiuwen finally dragged Wang Wu to the game lounge. There, the rest of the team had already arrived.

The Iron Man Brothers' team consists of five heavy-armed warriors in the core, three rangers. Zhang Xiuwen's own team is an all-round fighter of eight. In addition to several scattered people who are good at long-range attacks, the lineup is quite luxurious on the first floor.

"I'm sorry to come a little late, but there is enough time to arrange tactics. Please listen to me carefully. I believe that everyone has seen the information of the opponent this time. He is a dream builder with a score of 1,500 points. It's very difficult to deal with."

Then, Zhang Xiuwen placed the information on the long table in the lounge, and others gathered.

"Lin Feng, fifteen years old..."

"Damn, so young!?"

"Shut up, Lao Ma, after listening to me, we don't have much time left. This opponent is not old, but if you underestimate him because of this, it's really hopeless. I will just say one thing, he is a blue blood noble."

"What!?"

Faced with a crowd of surprised gazes, Zhang Xiuwen explained: "The official information is very little. I have paid for it myself to investigate. The other party is a blue-blooded nobleman, and he is practicing at Yangcheng Academy and has a very good dream building technique. Although the score is only 1,500 points, I am afraid he cannot be treated as a 1,500 opponent."

"Fuck, why didn't you say it earlier?" The third brother of the Iron Man grabbed Zhang Xiuwen's collar, "You fucking want us to die?"

Zhang Xiuwen slapped the other party's hand: "I'm the first to die, why are you yelling about it? Don't worry, I have made enough preparations. Dream builders are not invincible. We still have a chance of winning with at least 1,500 dream builders."

"How to win? Those guys who manipulate dreams can easily solve everyone by pulling us all into his dream."

Zhang Xiuwen said: "So the key to victory or defeat is that he can't pull us in so easily. As long as the battle is limited to the real plane, can we still have a 15-year-old child, the twenty experienced warriors?"

Wang Wu said at this time: "I think two hundred of you can't beat Yinshuang when she was eleven years old."

Zhang Xiuwen automatically ignored Wang Wu's trouble and continued to explain: "The core of this battle is Brother Hong, I have prepared two things for him."

A head ring and a small hammer.

The person who knew the goods immediately exclaimed: "Juemenghuan! Soul-Suppressing Hammer!"

"Well, these two pieces cost all our savings... Unfortunately, they are just defective products. The use time of Jue Menghuan cannot exceed twenty minutes, and the number of soul-squeezing hammers is limited to thirty times. But if it goes well, it is enough for us to win. My plan is to let Wang Wu bring these two pieces of equipment..."

Before he finished speaking, someone interrupted: "Why is it him? With these two pieces of equipment, you can win if you give it to anyone, right?"

"Of course it's not that simple. A dream builder with a score of 1,500 is not completely resisted by two defective products. And do you really think that Lin Feng has no other self-defense methods besides dream building? A dream builder of that level can solve any of us by buying a few protective puppets! What we need is the strength of the group, and Wang Wu wears a dream ring to keep awake, use the soul-suppressing hammer to awaken other teammates who have been pulled into the dream, and then gather the strength of the team to knock down the opponent. This is our only way to win. In fact, I also refer to the plan formulated in a battle on the third level. This is the best way to fight against a high-level dream builder."

Seeing that the people around him no longer raised objections, Zhang Xiuwen said: "Then the preparations are over here. No matter how many arrangements are made, it doesn't make sense. Although everyone is only from the first level, they have rich combat experience. At that time, it will be enough to do their best."

"Hmph, you don't need to say it."

After completing the simple tactical deployment, Zhang Xiuwen handed the props to Wang Wu.

"I'll give it to you for victory."

Wang Wu yawned and took the Jue Menghuan and the Soul-Suppressing Hammer. At this moment, a cockroach slipped past his feet, and the boy subconsciously waved the hammer and smashed it over.

"Ah, the hammer handle is broken."

"..." The surroundings were as quiet as death.

"Forget it, just stick it with glue and use it... I'm so sleepy."

——

At the same time, in the lounge at the other end of the field, Lin Feng closed his eyes and rested, silently adjusting his dream.

"It's really ironic. I've actually become a waste competition. Is the Management Committee so ate? It's really too despised for me as the first level of challenge. One thousand five hundred points? Ridiculous!"

With a hint of indignation, Lin Feng ended his pre-match meditation.

Getting 1,500 points at the age of fifteen is already a rare achievement in the arena, but...

That guy, he had already received two thousand points before he was twelve years old, right?

Thinking of the person who gave him a lifetime of shame, Lin Feng's anger ignited again, but there was no target around him to vent, making his anger feel like constipation and blocked his heart.

"Forget it, just take the twenty garbage to be killed later. Humph, the first layer of garbage really dares to challenge me..."

Standing up with anger, Lin Feng's clothes hit a stack of information documents. It was provided to him by the Management Committee to ensure fairness. However, Lin Feng had never been interested in reading the information about the challenger. The opponent was just the first layer of scum and was not worth caring at all.

However, this time, Lin Feng accidentally saw a familiar face in the information.

"This...this guy!?"

In an instant, fear, shame, anger, shock and anger, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined, like a big net that wrapped Lin Feng tightly.

"Damn, this arrangement is really considerate."
Chapter completed!