"Hey, Brother Jue, what's going on over there?" After Xiao Si was killed, he returned to the landing space and established voice communication with Feng Bujue.

"Deleting emails," the envelope replied weakly, and it was clear that his hands were not idle when he said this.

"Haha, it's not finished yet." Xiao sighed and laughed.

At midnight, he and Feng Bujue also communicated once, when the list of invited players had just been announced on the official website, and Brother Jue's mailbox had just been blown up

"It's about the same as I expected," Feng Bu said unconsciously, "This time I am properly famous, and in the last three days to a week, I have been mentally prepared to deal with thousands of emails every day" He paused for a while, and when the heat of this matter subsides, it may be better. But I'm afraid I'll never be able to go back to the ideal state of obscurity. I once heard Jian Shao (Crazy Trace Sword Shadow) say that it is common for a well-known player like him to receive dozens of emails from strangers after going online. I guess that's what happened to me in the future."

"I see that there are countless people who can't ask for this kind of treatment from you," Xiao Si complained.

"Hmph, it's actually good, I don't have to play the preliminaries, I'm much more relaxed." Feng Bujue continued, "By the way, how did you play in the first game of the preliminaries?" ”

"Hey, lost." Xiao sighed.

"Oh." Feng Bujue looked very calm.

"Hey! The reaction is too cold! Xiao sighed and replied, "It seems that it is normal for me to lose!" ”

"It's not a big deal to lose one." Feng Bujue said, "[Insect War] has to fight fifty games, as long as you don't lose four games in a row and eliminate it in advance, it's not a big problem."

"It's easy to say, there are millions of players in this game, and only 3,000 people can enter the battle of cocoons, and players who win fifteen games in a row at any stage of the battle of insects will directly advance." Xiao sighed while mentally arithmetic and said: "The best record for players who have played all fifty games is forty-seven wins and three defeats, if you can't achieve fifteen consecutive wins, then if you want to advance, you have to work hard towards this record." ”

"Don't worry." Feng Bujue said: "Forty wins should be able to guarantee promotion." ”

"Huh?" Xiao Si was stunned for a moment, with his friendship with Brother Jue, it was enough to judge a lot of things from the tone of the other party's speech, so as soon as he heard this, he knew that Feng Bujue said it with a relatively certain attitude.

"How do you know?" Xiao sighed and asked, "This kind of thing, even the people inside the game company can't tell it clearly, right?" ”

"Speculation." Feng Bujue said.

"Are these two words a complete answer, or is it some kind of generalization," the corners of Xiao Si's mouth twitched.

Feng Bujue also knew what Xiao Si meant, so he directly began to explain: "Since the day of the open beta, in less than twenty-four days, there is a limit to the number of people who can rush to level 30 or above. When you say, 'This game has millions of players,' you're talking nonsense, and those who don't meet the entry requirements are negligible.

Your competitors are players who are above level 30 and have signed up, in addition to the ten seeded players. Those who meet these conditions are far from millions, and it would be good to barely exceed 100,000 people, and there are also some players who are eager to use double experience cards or find someone to bring (one of the regular businesses of game studios, four to five professional players bring one or two bosses to play the script to ensure that they clear the level) to level up to be able to participate. These guys are all giveaways, and they only have a dozen of each other. If you meet those players who have practiced solidly, they are bound to lose, and it is only a matter of time before they lose four games in a row.

As for the fifteen-game winning streak to advance, although it is true in theory, it is fair to say that it is difficult. With an absolutely random queuing principle, anything can happen. In fifteen consecutive heads-up matches, as long as one of them encounters a strong opponent of their own strength, or a player who refrains from their own specialty, the winning streak will be interrupted.

From a probabilistic point of view, the higher a player's position on the combat power leaderboard, the higher the chance of completing this move. Players ranked below 100 have very little hope of achieving a fifteen-game winning streak. Therefore, among the 3,000 places, there are 100 places occupied by those who have won consecutive promotions, which is about the same.

Most people need to play 50 games to see the winning percentage. ”

He paused here and then continued: "Now let's look at what you called the theoretical best record - 47 wins and 3 losses, which is basically a super high standard of difficulty comparable to 15 consecutive wins."

"Hmm," the sigh replied thoughtfully.

"The format this time is not bad, and the setting of consecutive wins to advance and consecutive defeats will reduce the probability of you encountering players who are too strong and too weak." Feng Bujue continued: "Aside from the normal character factor, if you fight fifty battles, the total number of god opponents and battle scum you encounter may not exceed five.

In the remaining forty-five matches, you will face opponents who are in the same strength range as you.

As long as your PK level is slightly above average, your win rate can't be lower than 50, which is equivalent to having won twenty-three games. And whether you can advance depends on how much you can win in the remaining 22 games. And in those character games, you have encountered more god opponents, or more scum. ”

"All in all," the little sigh continued, "the line shì is much more optimistic than I imagined." ”

"That's right." Feng Bujue continued, "According to the lowest baseline I can see, maybe it will be thirty-five or even lower, as long as you don't accumulate losses to fifteen, you will have the possibility of qualifying." ”

"Okay" Xiao Si listened to Brother Jue's analysis, and was indeed a lot more relieved, "By the way, when it comes to the character bureau, do you know who the opponent I met in the first game was?" ”

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

"It's seven kills! Brother Long, the seven kills of their club! Xiao sighed emphasized.

"Oh," Feng Bujue said, "that is indeed a god's opponent." ”

"The thought of you winning that kind of guy makes me no surprise that you're on the guest list," Sigh said.

In the battle for the cloak, Feng Bujue boasted several times in front of Xiao Si, intentionally or unintentionally, so the latter knew a lot.

"You should be able to make a deal with him now, right?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Yes, I just can't beat it." Xiao sighed: "I feel that there is still a big gap between me and the top masters of your gang."

"Heh, if it was left ten years ago, you could beat me out," Feng Bujue spit out.

"Huh? What the? Xiao Si asked a little inexplicably.

"I'll tell you about it casually." Feng was unconsciously distracted and deleted the email, and he was distracted for a while, and he immediately covered it up, "I seem to have said something in the movie, don't care"

"Oh" Xiao sighed and didn't think much about it, and replied, "Well, then you can delete the email, and I'll try a few more times." ”

"Go, go, go." Feng Bujue said, "It's hanging." ”

The communication between the two was interrupted, and Brother Jue took a long breath, "It's really dangerous" He said to himself, "I just want to encourage him to speak, I didn't get out of my mind" He stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, and some memory fragments flashed in front of his eyes, full of blood and wailing, "That kid was definitely crazy at that time"

At this moment, a 1v1 killing game is unfolding between two special guest players. They are [Uncle Waste Wood] and [Corpse Knife is King].

Uncle Wastewood's style is completely unkempt, with messy short hair, an embarrassing beard, a pair of sunglasses, a set of brown pajamas and pajamas, and flip-flops on his feet.

The corpse knife is dressed in a green and black community uniform, with a badge printed on the left chest of the clothes, and the pattern is a jīng carved skeleton scimitar, on which is written the word "corpse knife" in black sè. The players in their studio basically have no special sè, they all have the same inch of hair, wear uniform clothing, and the rule of naming is to add the suffix "Raid" or "King" after the nickname.

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

The night of the tree is distinct, and the killing intent is like a shuttle.

At this time, the two have fought several times, and one of them has already shown a decline.

"What are you kidding" The Corpse Knife King stepped back as he picked up a halberd on the ground, the weapon that had been shaken out of his hand dozens of seconds earlier

"This should be my line," Uncle Waste Chai still had a cigarette in his mouth when he spoke, "You are the number one master of the corpse knife, and you are also a man in the top twenty in the combat power rankings, so it's too unreasonable to be weak like this." ”

"You" The corpse knife king's face was expressionless, but his heart was shocked and angry, he secretly said to himself: "Originally, it was just a random killing game to practice, but I met a monster, this guy is only the fifth?" It's impossible that I've fought with Drunken Wo, this Uncle Waste is much stronger than Drunken Wolan."

"I've heard some rumors about your studio, and I've called it "Uncle Waste Wood vomited." Smoke, continued, "You're using 'medicine', aren't you?" ”

"I don't know what you're talking about" The corpse knife wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth for the king, taking advantage of the other party's conversation with himself to adjust his breathing, and looking for an opportunity.

And Uncle Waste Chai just stood there smoking a cigarette in a very casual standing posture, and continued, "The corpse knife has always been firmly in the fifth place on the club's combat power list, and among the top twenty on the rank list, you also occupy the most places. But the actual combat ability of you, the number one master of the corpse knife, really shocked me," he sneered, and took another puff of cigarette, "It's some kind of medicine that can suppress the scare value, although it can't be completely controlled at zero, but it should keep the scare value in a low range." In this way, you can ensure that every time you clear a script, you can get a rating of 'good courage' or higher, and receive some experience rewards. ”

"Hmph, you can be a little attentive when you speak, and you have to talk about evidence in everything." The corpse knife is the king and sneered, "You are also a well-known player, if you talk nonsense everywhere, you will destroy our company's reputation"

"Heh, is that important?" Uncle Waste Chai smiled, "I'm just a professional who eats in the game in my personal capacity, and people are soft-spoken, even if I see with my own eyes that your people took medicine before lying down in the game cabin, so what?" You haven't broken the law. He shrugged, "A little person like me has no other strengths than being good at playing games." You big studios, hand me a few lawyer's letters, maybe you can drive me into a corner. I'm a man who can't mess with you, and I don't have the time or strength to mess with you. His tone was full of sarcasm, "The only way I can fight you is to beat you into meatloaf and put you in a cardboard box in the game."

"Too much deception!" The corpse knife was raised again for the king, "I'll let you have no return!" He let out a loud shout, and the halberd threw out three purple rays of light and broke through the air.

Uncle Waste Chai flipped his palm and raised his sleeves, and with a palm he pushed out, and the power turned into a wall of qi, and the purple light in mid-air was blocked.

"Looks like you can't make any decent attacks." Uncle Waste Chai said, "It's the result of you."

The mind is settled, and the skills are accumulated. Uncle Waste Chai took half a step forward, and shot out a powerful palm, scattering the purple light, and rushed towards the place where the corpse knife was king.

"Hmph, it's a trick." The corpse knife couldn't make much expression on the king's face, which also covered him.

At this moment, he used a trick to "enter the clouds" and flew into the air and disappeared.

"Oh? Run away" Uncle Waste Chai said in his heart, "No, yes"

Whew-The sound of breaking the wind is faster than the player's thoughts.

The halberd suddenly fell from the top of Uncle Wastewood's left shoulder, and the tyrannical force instantly cut off his entire left arm

The tide of the battle has changed, and one move has reversed.

Uncle Wastewood's shape turned sharply, and the corpse knife was king with a simple concealment and movement skill, and the opponent was like a desperate situation.

At least, he thinks it's a desperate situation.

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

"Think about yourself before you smoke!" The corpse knife was suspended in the air for the king, and the halberd was reversed, this time yù took the neck of Uncle Chai.

Uncle Waste Wood made a move that made the other party confused, he didn't dodge or dodge, he stood in place, his right hand, quickly took off his sunglasses and threw them out

There was a pop and the head fell to the ground.

However, when the "corpse" of Uncle Waste Chai, who lacked arms and a head, had not yet fallen, on the other side, behind the sunglasses, another complete Uncle Waste Wood appeared.

"Interesting, right?" Uncle Waste Chai said, reached out from the pocket of his pajamas, took out another cigarette, and calmly lit himself "In which position do you want to lie in the cardboard box?" ”

Looking at the opponent who was resurrected in full condition, the corpse knife felt a deep despair for the king, from the beginning of this battle, until the move just now, he had exhausted all his strength, but the opponent used various strange ways to resolve it every time, and the result was unharmed

In the next second, the corpse knife retreated for Wang Qiang

Uncle Waste Chai listened to the system prompt ringing in his ears, and spit out a smoke ring, "Hum and retreat seems to be the last resort to preserve dignity, but in fact, this is precisely the reaction of the weak."