Global Games: AFK In Zombie Apocalypse Game

The real battle

"Don't bother, researching rituals is one of my hobbies. Stay right here. I'll have the assistant arrange a room for you."

"Ah, that's right!"

Mo Yunxiao was about to wake up when he suddenly thought of something.

"It just so happens that a month later it will be the Federation's annual middle exam for concrete professional qualification certificate applications. We also have a group of players at Beihe Heavy Industries who are actively preparing for the exam. How about you go there with me?"

Seeing Fang Heng's blank face, Mo Yunxiao explained patiently.

"The federation strictly controls the behavior of the players in opening the 'key'. Only after passing the assessment can they be considered to have legal status."

"In addition to identity background, appraisal content also has some requirements for strength."

Fang Heng nodded, wondering in his heart.

But what's so beautiful about it?

Moreover, he was slightly disgusted by the Federation's control behavior.

Moreover, she had now opened a first-rate incarnation, and was already considered a 'black household'.

He will not participate in any assessment in the future.

"Ha, please help me a little. I'll take you to my game room first. I'm sure everyone will welcome you."

Mo Jiawei became interested as soon as he heard her, "The hall of the game? Uncle, I'm going too!"

…

North River Stadium.

The gaming hall is the biggest.

Twelve large arenas were placed in the middle of the arena.

Futon, practice pegs, boxing gloves…

Most of the students were in their twenties and thirties.

Fang Heng also saw some young people under the age of 18.

At first glance, it looks more like a martial arts gym?

As soon as he stepped into the stadium, some memories of his body reappeared in Fang Heng's mind.

Since Junior High, Fang Heng had been training in a game hall similar to this.

He suffered a lot, and he needed more than four years to brush all the attributes into a full 5 points.

Ordinary players are different. Once they enter the game, their basic attributes generally fluctuate in the range of 3-4.5.

Mo Yunxiao clapped his hands and brought Fang Heng into the middle of the biggest arena, gathering the players who were training in the arena.

"Let me introduce you, this is Fang Heng."

Hearing Fang Heng's name, the underground players discussed in a low voice.

"Fang Heng's? So familiar... Where have you heard it?"

"Idiot, the Magic Tower, have you heard of that genius brat? It was popular for a while."

"Ah? Is that really him?"

"Who is that? Is that amazing?"

"I haven't heard it, I don't know."

"It used to be very powerful, but I heard it was abandoned for a reason."

"That's right, that's it. I searched his name on the Internet..."

how's situation? Is he famous enough?

Fang Heng was also a little perplexed when he heard the discussions of the players.

"Fang Heng used to be a professional performer, but he quit the professional stage for several reasons. During this time, he will undergo some restorative training with us. Everyone is welcome."

The students stopped discussing and clapped rarely.

"Then ..." Mo Yunxiao smiled and looked around the crowd, "Does anyone want to come and discuss with Fang Heng?"

Ok?

Fang Heng turned to look at Mo Yunxiao.

Mo Yunxiao still had a faint smile on his face.

She leaned over and whispered in Fang Heng's ear: "It's okay, just play it, remember to use all your strength, otherwise you will suffer."

"I'm coming!"

Amongst the many players, an excited young man waved his hands excitedly, walked out of the crowd boldly, and stood across from Fang Heng.

The other players also push each other backwards, forming a circle, leaving enough space for the two of them to play.

Fang Heng frowned.

Whatdoes thatmean? Open directly?

Mo Jiawei was so excited that he cheered Fang Heng among the crowd, "Fang Heng, come on! Fuck her!"

"Hi!"

Seeing Fang Heng standing at the same spot, Wu Peng felt a little displeased in his heart.

"I'm Wu Peng, 29 years old, first-rate avatar, please advise me."

After all, Wu Peng approached the past carefully, launched an attack hesitantly, and swept his huge fist from Fang Heng's right side.

Fang Heng knew that he had first-rate embodiment abilities.

The average value of his basic attributes was around 30, which was much higher than ordinary people!

Although he could not use any in-game skills - bullet time, his attributes and high perception of agility still allowed him to clearly capture and assess Wu Peng's entire punch trajectory.

The fist that entered was still in the air.

Fang Heng's body memory was activated.

As if he had trained her a thousand times before, Fang Heng took half a small step to the side, his body slightly tilted to the side, and he easily avoided Wu Peng's fist.

Raising his right hand, he punched Wu Peng in the face with a fist.

As soon as he starts, he will do his best!

The punching speed was as fast as Fang Heng could reach!

Wu Peng instantly felt enveloped by the punch.

Professors from both sides, shouldn't the two of them try it first?

Wu Peng was so frightened by the punch that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he quickly withdrew his hand to protect it in front of him.

"explosion!"

"Traces, steps, steps."

Wu Peng was struck on his arm with a punch, and he retreated three steps in a row with an expression of disbelief.

What a heavy fist!

Mo Yunxiao's eyes shone in surprise.

The whole place was quiet for a while.

Among the people on the training ground, Wu Peng's strength was the top group.

He was thrown back a few steps with a single punch?

Wu Peng pouted and shook his numb right hand.

He did not feel that his strength was insufficient, he simply considered it careless.

Just as he was about to continue, he saw that Mo Yunxiao was already walking in front of Fang Heng.

"Applause..."

Mo Yunxiao took the lead in applause.

When the students saw this, they also reacted and clapped together.

"That's it for today's competition. Let's continue the exercise."

There was no victory or defeat, so this was the end?

The students were quite disappointed.

Everyone dispersed one after another, continuing to practice and chatted both and three.

Fang Heng stood to the side and lowered his head to think.

In the game, his strength attribute was already over 30 points.

With all his strength, his fist easily pierced through the thinner steel plate.

But when he fought against Wu Peng just now he felt that the opposing force was not inferior to his own.

There's someone out there!

Fang Heng felt that he had slightly swelled up recently.

He thought his strength attribute was already on top, but he did not expect that if he pulled anyone out of the training ground, he would be able to fight with himself.

"Wu Peng was the top group among these people. He has entered the middle level game. According to his powers, there was absolutely no problem in passing the application for the federal avatar qualification certificate."

Mo Yunxiao walked up to Fang Heng and whispered, "In addition, his strength attribute is 9.4."

Whahuh?

Only 9.4?

Fang Heng suspected that he had misheard, he turned around and looked at Mo Yunxiao in surprise.

"Conscious? Your strength attribute in the game is at least 15 points, right?"

"Good."

Fang Heng nodded.

"You've just started a ritual, but you don't really master the ritual skill."

Mo Yunxiao also had a smile on his face, and his shock was no less than Fang Heng's.

This was just a basic game, his basic strength attribute had exceeded 15 points!

Not only the strength attribute, from the punch earlier, the agility and perception were not low.