"Can you still hear me talking?" guest.121 looked at the fat fat and fat in his ears, his tone retained a natural politeness, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

Yue Pang Pang wiped off the blood stains in his ears with his hands and yelled at him: "Don't worry, there is no problem in taking English listening tests,"

guest.121: "I just used 20% of the attack power. Judging from your current defense status, 50% should be the physical limit you can withstand."

Cong Yue sneered: "Okay, then you can try it."

guest.121 has no interest in torture the level breaker. One strike reaches the bottom, and the second strike naturally ends the battle.

So the opponent is opposed, persistent, fear, and courage. In his opinion, it is the same.

Concentrate your mind and increase the intensity of the attack to 50%, breathe stably, and speak.

This time it is no longer a single syllable, but several scales interlaced, forming a small treble melody with ups and downs.

But each note still drags for a long time, so the whole melody is still gentle and distant.

The more fat the fat, the more lightning it is when the first note comes out.

This time he finally felt uncomfortable.

The ears are swollen, the head is dizzy, and the nose bleeding is silently flowing down.

The heart began to throbbed, and the fatter heeled had no doubts. If he continued like this, he would probably have heart paralysis and was extremely angry on the spot.

This kind of physical pain finally got a little closer to the [Mandela] he experienced when he and Nange were training one-on-one.

However, after being destroyed by Nange again and again, he also invented a unique way of counterattack.

That's now!

The more pangpin wiped off the bleeding from the nose, closed his eyes and focused his energy, and thought nothing, just pretended that he was still in the training room, and just pretended that he was not the polite devil on the other side, but his partner.

There is nothing scary.

The fatter you are, you can!

[Take it slow][Stop key], and start at the same time—

The high notes lingering in the church were suddenly cut off.

guest.121 raised his eyes and was slightly puzzled. Even if he used "fixed" to interrupt his attack, what's the use? The time for "fixed" is negligible. This interruption is just to delay the death outcome for a few seconds, and has no practical significance.

Sure enough, as soon as this thought flashed through my mind, my high notes had already continued, and the pause in the middle was like a melody decorative rest.

guest.121 looked at the dying and struggling passer across the street with pity. It was almost foreseeable how miserable this person would die later.

At this moment, the clear and melodious high-pitched melody of guest.121 suddenly slowed down.

Just like a singer's voice suddenly feels discomfort, the singing effect begins to collapse, and every scale begins to stretch infinitely, and the elegant melody becomes dull and sticky due to the sudden slow speed.

Before he could react, the slowness disappeared again, but the melody did not recover because the "fixed" came again.

Five "fixed" in a row, and a good melody was cut into pieces.

Of course, this is the feeling of guest.121.

In Cong Yue, he was quite satisfied with the effect he had caused. He continued to work hard, just like DJ possessed, using the [take slow] [pause button] to turn the holy gospel into a ghost edit.

The more ghostly you are, the fatter you are, the more excited you are.

To wipe the most dazzling nosebleed, to hit the coolest disc, you have to hip-hop before you die.

guest.121 doesn't understand anything, but he has ears and can hear the melody he sang, becoming as funny as a clown.

This is something he absolutely can't stand.

After another sticky long tone, guest.121 directly closes the sound.

Cong Yue smiled and rubbed his bloody face, showing off like a hooligan who was blooming into a big red flower: "Don't stop, why don't you sing anymore? It's so exciting to play every time I move, I haven't heard enough--"

The more arrogant you are, the fatter you are, the more you feel.

His "music heavy editing" trick cannot truly weaken the opponent's attack power, but just creates a "favorite" rhythm.

If the other party "can't bear" this humiliation, the purpose of stopping the attack will be achieved.

To put it bluntly, it was just a dangerous move to make a fortune by making a fortune.

When training with Nange one-on-one, Yuepang Pang succeeded twice with this move, but the third time it was not possible. Sister Nan quickly adapted to this little trick with her super psychological quality. The third time [Mandela's scream] was so hard that even her mother almost didn't know her.

But the more pampered the pampered, the more pampered the guest.121 has this kind of psychological quality.

This guy is obviously a pampered person and has never suffered any hardships. Such a person has basically zero tolerance for "embarrassment".

Sure enough, guest.121 did not rush to get a new round of high notes, but looked at Cong Yue again a little seriously, with more interest in his eyes: "I want to apologize for my previous arbitrary apology. It seems that your stationery tree is indeed an auxiliary system."

When he heard the first half of the apology, Cong Yue was still confused. After listening to the second half of the sentence, he understood.

guest.121: "Your ability is to [slow down]. If you reduce it to a certain level, you will have the [fixed] effect."

The other party has seen through his stationery tree.

"Yes, it's just slowing down," Cong Yue simply admitted openly, licking the blood on his lips, grinning indifferently, "No matter how good you can sing, I can make your singing collapse in one second. If you don't believe me, just do another paragraph."

guest.121 Smile, calm, gentle, without any emotion: "Okay."

Cong Yue: "..."

Damn, he is threatening not really inviting the other party to continue singing! And no matter how you look at this 121, you have a strong sense of self-esteem. Why can you muster up the courage to be "ghostly" again in such a short time!

guest.121 Looking at the passerby who regretted and wanted to grab his hair, I really want to remind you again that you have put your mind on your face again. But change your mind and just write it. This is a bit cute and straightforward, and he will not be able to see it soon.

Because the other party is about to turn into a corpse.

The breath of guest.121 calmed down, and then his lips opened slightly.

A new melody sounded in the church, but it was no longer a high note, but a low sing, as soft as a veil, as if it were there or not, so far away as if it came from the other end of the world.

Requiem.

Somehow, Cong Yue remembered these two words Nange got when he was testing potential in the Water World Training Room on 2/10.

They didn't understand at that time.

Now, the fatter it seems to understand a little.

He thought that the ultimate form of sound attack should be like now, no longer high notes or screaming, and the melody was as light and ethereal as if it were quiet.

But this is Requiem.

Those low and gentle chants will turn into a ferry in Forgetful River, sending you to a hell full of flowers on the other side.

The eardrum begins to sting.

The head started to hurt, ten thousand times more than all the previous pain combined, just like someone was drilling into his temple with an electric drill.

Cong Yue couldn't hold on, and he was so painful that he hugged his head. On the verge of collapse, he tried his best to concentrate and struggled to start [pause button] [take slow].

But it's useless.

The chanting of guest.121 is so light that it is almost impossible to hear it. The so-called "editing" has no effect on such a melody, because the sound is sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes there are sometimes, and sometimes disappears. Whether it is "rest" or "dragging" are all dragged together by this melody into the distant other side.

In extreme pain, Cong Yue heard "click" sounds after sound, like something cracked.

He bent down and curled his body, his will on the verge of collapse, so he could not care about anything else.

Cong Yue didn't know what was broken, but the guardian in the consulting room could see clearly.

It was the glass of the church colored windows, which cracked one after another in the chanting of guest.121. Soon, cracks like spider webs crawled every window.

"There's nothing to see," In the consultant room, leaning against the chair on 7/10, his hands pillowed behind his head, and cast the second battlefield of Cong Yue, which was enlarged to facilitate the focus, and retracted the original size through the mind control of the mind. "This guy holds on for up to ten seconds."

"121 is so boring. Let's play with him for a few more rounds. He just made the melody slower, faster, and paused again and again. It was quite sensible." 6/10 shook his body left and right rhythmically, and he was quite savoring the touching rhythm.

"It seems like it's been more than ten seconds now..." Sobeck looked at the fat pants in the small projection, surprised that he could hold on until now.

Judging from the observations of the battle just now, guest.121 came to end the battle this time, and it was impossible to hesitate to start, but Cong Yue has not died yet, which is incredible.

unless……

Charon: "It seems he used disposable stationery."

In the church, the fatter and fatter, who was originally curled up with his head, finally let go of his hands and slowly straightened his body.

, effective.

The fatter you are, actually don’t want to use it.

He has been brewing for so long, and it is more for peace of mind, just like holding an amulet in his hand, and he is at ease when fighting.

Stationery is precious, and he can't just squander it because Mr. Fan has the ability to buy unlimitedly, and the captain will give them generously, so he will squander it at will.

Every stationery must be used on the blade, and the more fat you have always firmly established this belief.

But just now, the soul was almost led to the Naihe Bridge by the ghostly chanting. He finally realized that with his own strength, every moment of the battle might be a blade.

Then use it.

As the stationery takes effect, the continuous damage caused by sound waves can be alleviated. The previous damage is still there, and the eardrum is still hurt. Everything sounds like a layer of separation, and the head is dizzy and swelling, and bursts of severe pain.

But new injuries no longer accumulate, and the pain continues to intensify, entering a steady period.

At the same time, the faint light of the stationery also took effect and lingered around the fatter and fatter.
To be continued...