cnatrainingtips Chapter 439 The system crashed again?
Chapter 439 The system crashed again?
The "sandstorm" on the ring continues.
The blond-haired man's "Thomas Spin" had already left afterimages as he spun around, his trouser legs rubbing violently against the hard stone slab, faintly raising a string of sparks.
Blue Hair's Big Windmill was not to be outdone; the two of them were like two out-of-control sweeping robots, sweeping wildly across the arena.
"As long as the spirited young men are here, the 'Shamate' will never give up!" the blond-haired guy roared.
"You spirited young man, you've come uninvited; I'll take control of this arena!" Blue Hair chimed in.
Redhead stood at the front, his cheeks flushed red, and the BBOX in his mouth had evolved from "boom boom boom" to an extremely complex "plop crackle boom boom".
Tens of thousands of eyes in the audience were fixed on this bizarre scene.
The players held their breath, and the NPCs stared in disbelief.
"Great! Excellent waist strength!"
A deafening roar suddenly rang out.
On the throne, Thalos slammed his hand heavily on the armrest.
His large, bell-like eyes were wide open, staring intently at the yellow fur frantically rubbing against the dust, his breathing rapid.
"Incredible! Absolutely incredible!" Saros suddenly stood up. "Using the centrifugal force generated by high-speed rotation, combined with the friction of the earth, to forcibly temper the spine and abdomen!"
"This self-torturing training method is something even the most rigorous ascetics of my Titan race cannot endure!"
He abruptly turned his head to look at Chen You below the arena, a hint of fanaticism in his eyes: "Did you teach them this too?"
Chen You's eyelids twitched violently.
Is this big guy out of his mind?
"Ah...right." Chen You put his hands behind his back, suppressing the wildly upturned corners of his mouth, his tone deep.
"This is a secret technique I don't pass down to my disciples, called 'Social Shake.' It's all about doing whatever you want and breaking the rules."
"Social dance? What a great social dance!" Thalos laughed loudly, "Wild and unrestrained! Just my type!"
On the NPC side, the centaur and the murloc Popo looked at each other, clearly having some doubts about themselves after Thalos's words.
Could these three skinny monkeys really be using some ancient secret technique?
Just then, a cold snort shattered Salos's fervor.
"Enough, Thalos, shut your ridiculous exclamations."
To the right of the throne, Auro slowly rose to his feet.
He paused slightly with his staff, and an invisible ripple spread out, instantly suppressing the dust on the arena and revealing the dusty, panting trio inside.
The blond guy's tight pants were worn through, revealing his knees.
Blue Hair's side-swept bangs were covered in sweat and dust, making him look like a drowned rat.
Red Hair covered his cheek, clearly his mouth was cramping from blowing BBOX.
A cold light flashed in Oro's narrow eyes.
He didn't even glance at the three people on the stage, but instead fixed his gaze on Chen You.
"This is not dance at all, let alone art. They're just rolling around on the ground, deliberately stalling for time."
He raised his staff and pointed it at the scoreboard in mid-air.
There, the countdown has seven minutes and twenty seconds left.
"There are seven minutes left in the countdown. But I'm going to exercise my referee's authority now and declare these three clowns—unqualified."
A sneer curled at the corner of Oro's lips. "The rules of 'Artistic Judgment' are very clear: passive play results in an immediate loss."
Chen You's eyes turned slightly cold.
This old coin is definitely not easy to fool.
"Lord Oro, you can't say that." Chen You stepped forward and looked directly at Oro.
"Art takes many forms. What you consider vulgar may be considered a pinnacle by others."
"Sophistry," Oro sneered. "I only believe what I see."
"You saw nothing!"
A furious roar exploded.
Saros suddenly took a step forward, his massive body blocking Auro's path.
"You coward who only knows how to throw fireballs from behind, what do you know about physical confrontation!" Saros glared at Auro, spitting all over the other's hood.
"Do you know what muscle rhythm is? Do you know what the resonance of the earth is?"
Auro's face darkened, and the gem at the tip of his staff shone brightly: "Saros, have the muscles in your brain damaged your optic nerve? This is clearly malicious delaying!"
"Bullshit!" Saros rudely interrupted. "If you're not going to watch, get out of my way! Don't stop me from observing this ancient combat technique! If you dare to utter another word, I'll chop you up right now!"
"You think I'm afraid of you?" The space around Oro began to distort, with a faint blue light flickering around him.
The leaders of the two top-tier divine races were on the verge of a fight over the "social dance" of three young men.
Moon Arrow sat on the central throne, glanced disdainfully at the dust on the arena, then looked at the two who were about to fight, and rang out in a cold voice.
"The system hasn't even given any indication, so what are you arguing about?"
Oro snorted coldly, put away his staff, and sat down again.
Salos glared at Oro, then turned back to keep his eyes glued to the ring.
"You three, keep going!" Saros roared.
On the stage, the trio of red, yellow, and blue exchanged glances, each seeing the determination in the other's eyes.
"For the God of War!!" the blond-haired man roared, then fell to the ground again.
"Your hand gestures are great, big brother has no worries!" The blue-haired man's arms transformed into propellers once again.
"Pfft, boom boom..." Red Hair covered his cheek and continued to spit incoherently.
Time passed by, second by second.
five minutes.
three minutes.
One minute.
The NPCs' faces grew increasingly pale.
Bobo the fish-woman covered her face in despair; she knew that all was lost.
If time runs out, the game will be a draw, and the player's team will win the "Artistic Judgment" by virtue of their victory in the first game.
ten seconds.
Five seconds.
Three, two, one.
"Buzz—"
The scoreboard in mid-air flashed suddenly, and the huge red number went to zero.
The cold, mechanical sound echoed throughout the entire Hidden Star City.
[The adjudication period has ended.]
[Neither side was able to complete the performance; this round is declared a draw.]
Based on the combined results of both rounds, the "Emerging Artists" category emerged victorious.
"A triumph of art!"
"You Shen is awesome!"
"Social dance will save the world!"
Tens of thousands of players erupted in cheers that seemed to lift the dome off the sky.
The trio of red, yellow, and blue collapsed on the ring, panting heavily, but their faces beamed with the pride of having saved the world.
The NPC camp was completely silent.
Chen You let out a long breath.
Thankfully, I managed to survive.
[Cleaning mode activated.]
[Server-wide announcement: The Origin Realm will undergo a system restart in one minute, which is expected to take ten minutes.]
All players will be forcibly kicked out of the game.
[Players, please find a safe zone within sixty seconds. Countdown begins...]
The players in the square were stunned.
"What's going on? Has the system crashed?"
"Damn it, the wandering god messed up the system!"
"Is this cleaning the same as a system restart?"
Chen You frowned and turned to Lin Miao: "Log off first."