Chapter 518: Chapter 419 Aerial Battle_2 Chapter 518: Chapter 419 Aerial Battle_2 “Old Pigeon, hurry back to edit the video! Also, don’t sneak in your personal stuff!”
“King Tiger, Mantou’s charisma: 5! Pagoda subdues river demon, Mantou is really aweso!”
The audience’s shouts erupted, but it wasn’t the support Mantou had imagined.
He couldn’t help but lift his head and retort on the spot, “It’s charisma 9, hey, don’t spread rumors!”
However, the audience only beca more unruly.
“He’s agitated!”
“So agitated!”
“Mantou’s getting red hot, soone pour so water on him to cool him down, or maybe get him so iced pear drink?”
“I know you’re in a hurry, but hold on, say, who is Mantou’s opponent…”
“…”
This wouldn’t do, he couldn’t let the chatter distract him; it was all just nonsense from trolls.
Mantou walked forward with a pained expression, arriving at the designated spot.
“Number 00005, Xin Dog.”
As the referee announced the Blue Side’s na, the crowd went wild again.
“Holy crap, S-God?”
“Hahaha, Mantou’s definitely going back to video editing now!”
“Mantou: I’m up against Singo?”
“S-God is great, no need for more words!”
“Xin Dog’s fans, calm down, crushing noobs again, what a joke.”
“Wow, Xin Dog got lucky, we probably need soone later to snipe this jerk.”
“Damn, don’t let this guy win the championship, Xin Dog’s fanboys will be jumping everywhere.”
“What do you an by that?”
Singo was a highly controversial figure, revered as a deity by his supporters, who saw him as Erezer’s guiding light, while his detractors loathed him, considering him a complete jerk.
But one thing was clear to both sides: Singo was very strong.
So no one expected much from this match; the real-ti odds of Singo winning were as high as 23.00.
Both competitors drew significant attention, and the comntators were especially enthusiastic about this highly anticipated match.
“On the Red Side, we have the famous blogger I’m Going to Eat Mantou, who has 500,000 followers on the platform, and his videos are extrely popular.”
“And on the Blue Side, we have the renowned strategy expert and professional player, Singo. In the last match, he just defeated the much-anticipated Big Blade player…”
“Interestingly, these two competitors are teammates from the sa squad, both mbers of the Red Scale Conqueror.”
“There’s a saying: ‘Facing a pro isn’t scary, being the weaker one is.’ What kind of sparks will fly from this clash? Let’s wait and see!”
“The match begins!”
At the referee’s command, both Red Scale Conquerors soared into the sky on their bipedal wyverns simultaneously.
Mantou’s strategy was simple: close combat!
If it ca to ranged fighting, he would absolutely lose to Singo, who had the Precision of Bow Fighting specialty, so he had to close in quickly, throwing wild punches like a novice fighter.
“Noodle, charge!”
Mantou shouted fiercely, and his wyvern flapped its wings, lunging directly at Singo.
“Heh… trying to get close to ?”
Singo sneered, squeezing his legs tightly.
The wyvern beneath him imdiately understood, flapping its wings and quickly taking a higher position.
Singo calmly drew a feathered arrow from the quiver on his back, nocking it to his bow.
He pulled the finely crafted Hunter’s Longbow until it ford a full moon, aiming at Mantou’s head from a distance of over 100 ters.
“What the…?”
Mantou noticed the “Hunter’s Mark” above his head.
He was all too familiar with this thing; it not only had a tracking effect but also caused additional damage.
If he got hit in the head, it would be fatal!
With this in mind, Mantou hunched over slightly, gripping the reins tightly, and shouted:
“Noodle, turn right!”
“Whoosh——”
The gleaming arrow pierced the air, heading straight for Mantou.
Noodle flapped one side’s wings, rolling in mid-air, and the arrow narrowly missed, grazing its wing mbrane.
Just as Mantou thought he had dodged the attack—
“Bang!”
The arrowhead suddenly exploded, releasing a cloud of poisonous smoke that enveloped both Mantou and Noodle.
“That’s so damn sneaky…”
“Cough, cough… Noodle, fly out!”
“Roar——”
Noodle let out an angry roar, flapping his wings with all his might, finally breaking free from the thick smoke.
But his actions beca sluggish and weak.
Mantou gritted his teeth, muttering, “This won’t work, we need to take the high ground to fight them…”
“Noodle, ascend!”
Despite the poisonous interference, Noodle obeyed, vigorously flapping his wings.
Although Mantou wasn’t skilled with a bow, he did have so ranged options—he had bought a handgun from Battlefield Wheelchair Man.
Mantou pulled out the gun from his waist pouch, quickly loaded it, aid at the distant Singo, and pulled the trigger.
Ti to modernize, old man!
Cold weapons might be romantic, but I want to win!
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
But the distance was too far.
And Singo didn’t stay at the high ground as Mantou imagined; instead, he began a diving glide, circling around Mantou at high speed.
He was incredibly fast, almost like a scarlet wind, constantly rolling, turning, spiraling, as if performing an aerial stunt show.
Even the naked eye struggled to track him, let alone aim and shoot accurately.
In a fit of frustration from missing multiple shots, Mantou watched as Singo shot arrow after arrow while flying at high speed.
“Clang!”
A crisp tallic sound.
The arrow hit Mantou’s chest plate, nearly piercing through, but the armor was strong enough to save his life.
However, deep cracks appeared on the “rare” level chest plate.
The spiral-shaped arrowhead could even destroy equipnt!
Mantou felt a pang of pain—this was rare-level armor, after all!
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