Chapter 1862 The new generation of monks who are gradually growing
Just as the audience was talking about it, the scene in the competition venue began to change.
They are indeed heroes who stand out among millions of monks. Although they were in a hurry at the beginning, they quickly adapted to it.
In addition to basic combat skills, these young monks learn many miscellaneous courses on a daily basis. The purpose is to ensure that they can survive on the battlefield in another world and at the same time better attack the enemy.
Not only do they have to be able to go to the battlefield with a knife, but they also have to learn to control various technological weapons. Whether it is controlling armed robots or piloting battleships, they must be involved.
If the Loucheng monks of the past were the vanguard soldiers who charged into battle, then the new generation of Loucheng monks are special forces, and each has its own advantages.
Although I have never fought monsters with real swords and guns, similar environments can be simulated in the virtual fantasy world of the Cornerstone platform, and the difference is not very big.
They already had a solid foundation in skills, and the monsters were far inferior to them in strength, so soon there was a scene of the young monks crushing the monsters.
All that he had learned in the past was put to full use at this moment, and the brilliant monk skills and fierce and mysterious fighting techniques were displayed one by one in front of countless audiences.
They were seen jumping and moving within a few inches, waving their swords like the wind, causing monsters to fall to the ground wherever they passed.
Blood can stimulate people's nerves the most, especially as 99% of the audience present are monks, most of whom have participated in plane wars. This kind of scene is also most in line with their taste.
When battlefield fighting develops to a certain extent, it is enough to become an aesthetic, at least the Loucheng monks think so.
So after seeing this scene, the audience cheered loudly, with excitement on their faces.
"These are my outstanding juniors in the Holy Dragon War Zone, and they are all good!"
"The killing was so good that it made my hands itch just to see it. It's a pity that I didn't get a chance to play."
"Look at that young man in District 953. That's my grandson. Isn't he particularly heroic?"
"My grandson is also in there, and he is much better than your grandson. What do you have to show off, you old guy!"
"Your grandson is better than my grandson? Are you kidding me? You are not my opponent, and your grandson cannot be my grandson's opponent!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who is not your opponent? Come on, let's compete."
"Come on, who is afraid of you!"
It seemed that two monks suddenly started arguing with each other with red faces, which attracted the attention of onlookers.
However, after seeing the appearance of the two of them, many Loucheng monks curled their lips, as if they were not surprised.
These two guys have a life-long friendship. They have saved each other countless times on the battlefield, but they just get into a fight over nothing, and neither one is convinced by the other.
After seeing each other too many times, no one was willing to pay attention to them anymore, allowing these two guys to bite each other.
Just when the two were arguing happily, the Loucheng monk in charge of security suddenly came and scolded them loudly.
"Bone Cat, Su Laojiu, you two old guys are really getting deeper and deeper with each passing day!
When we first got together, we pinched each other randomly. Now that our grandson is so old, why is it still like this?
Your Excellency the City Lord is above, how about I take you two to review the situation?"
Facing the monks from Holy Dragon City who looked majestic, these two monks did not dare to make any mistakes and kept their mouths shut.
The onlookers nearby couldn't help but secretly laugh when they saw this. It was rare to see these two old guys holding back, and they obviously knew the importance of it.
The monk in charge of security is none other than Xiao Rui, who came from Black Rock Tower City back then. Now his cultivation has broken through the realm of law and he serves as the overall security commander for this competition.
Bone Mao and Su Laojiu are both old residents of Holy Dragon City, even a little older than Xiao Rui.
However, Xiao Rui is responsible for this at this time. If the two of them continue to act recklessly, they might be thrown into an underground prison.
How could the two of them be allowed to mess around in such a big event? Even the old residents couldn't handle it.
The Bone Cats and the two knew what was right. After being scolded by Xiao Rui, they immediately shut their mouths obediently.
Although they lived and died together on the battlefield and often drank together in private, there was really no room for excess in such occasions.
If he really made Tang Zhen angry, the consequences would be disastrous. He might just throw him into the underground prison. When would he think about it, he would be released one day after serving his sentence.
Although they no longer quarreled, the two still cheered loudly for their grandson, hoping that they would achieve good results and thus give themselves some credit.
In the competition field, the fighting became more and more intense.
Although a few young monks were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of monsters, they soon regained their composure and monsters were killed one after another.
There were corpses scattered all over the ground, and the sight was blood red. The figures standing among the monster corpses now had a trace of evil aura.
They are like carefully forged magic weapons, using the monster's flesh and blood as whetstones at this moment, showing their sharp edge.
When the surrounding audience saw this, they couldn't help but shout loudly. Even if these young monks couldn't hear it, they still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of these audiences.
The first batch of monsters were killed, and the corpses disappeared in an instant. Then new monsters appeared and swarmed towards the young monks again.
The blood on the sword was still wet, and a new battle began again. Compared to the panic at the beginning, the young monks had become calmer at this time.
As time went by, the gap between the young monks began to appear. Some were still dealing with second-level monsters, while others were already fighting with third-level monsters.
Those young monks who performed well also received more attention, and the size of the grid they were in also increased accordingly.
At this time, hundreds of grids are particularly conspicuous on the field, and these are the players who receive the most attention.
The monks in these grids are both male and female, and their races are different, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are able to deal with monsters with ease.
It seems that in their eyes, those ferocious monsters are just chickens and ducks that can be kneaded at will. Even if they seem to be in danger, they are basically safe and sound.
The spectators nearby watched with excitement, and kept cheering loudly, their voices resounding through the sky.
With a little bit of discernment, one can see that these young monks are making continuous progress and now have a somewhat iron-blooded aura, becoming more and more similar to the real Loucheng monks.
Unknowingly, the levels of monsters continue to increase, and some monsters are infinitely close to the lord level.
The strength of these young monks is lower than that of the lords. Although they have powerful talents, the creatures at the lord level have undergone qualitative changes, and it is definitely not possible to deal with them with talents alone.
But even so, those young monks still gritted their teeth and supported themselves, never willing to give up easily.
Seeing the scene of those young monks being bruised and bruised but still struggling to hold on, both the audience at the scene and those watching the live broadcast couldn't help but be moved by it.
When I looked at these young monks before, I always felt that they were still too immature to take on important responsibilities.
But looking at it now, it makes people awe-inspiring and secretly admiring it.
If one has ambitions, he or she will live a hundred years in vain. These young monks have proven with practical actions that they are definitely not relying on the shadow of their ancestors and looking at useless embroidered pillows.
With this generation of young elites, the Shenglong War Zone is among the three thousand war zones, so why worry about not becoming famous!