SS 29: Red Shirt Fire Pattern

There was a memory that he thought had been deleted but he didn’t expect it to reappear at this time.

What Feng Lianzhu didn’t expect was that the clown was waiting in his lounge.

After Feng Lianzhu defeated Crocodile yesterday, he got an independent lounge. There’s a bed, sofa, and combat training equipment, a locker room, and even a weapons delivery services. Small advertisements for body modification are posted inside, and you can also see your opponent’s information. There are channels where you can spend money to buy your opponent’s battle analysis.

“Brother Clown?” When Feng Lianzhu saw the clown, he couldn’t help but check the time, 1:10, there are still 20 minutes left before the game, so it shouldn’t be his time yet.

“I’m here to remind you that it’s better to change your clothes.” The Clown glanced at Feng Lianzhu’s red robe.

“Why?”

“Look at your opponent’s information.”

The clown helped Feng Lianzhu open the hidden light screen on the wall, which he didn’t know about, and explained: “Your opponent is called Bison, a rare genetic level A. You know, the Alliance strictly controls the purchase of genetic enhancers, so aside from the children of military personnel and the rich and powerful, most ordinary people are B-level or C-level, so there are very few A-level.

“When Bison first came to the ring, the registration information was B-level and his opponent in his first match was an experienced B-level player. The opponent beat Bison when he was a rookie and made him look for his teeth all over the floor while kneeling down. Blood flowed into his eyes and red filled Bison’s vision. At that time, the dying Bison actually broke through the genetic restriction, evolving independently without taking genetic enhancers, and killed the opponent.

“Because of the absence of genetic enhancers, Bison’s A-level is less stable. He’s B+ in normal state but when he sees red, the power of an A-level will burst out in an instant, so your clothes will make your battle difficult.”

The news that the clown mentioned was not recorded on the light screen. It should be paid information, so Feng Lianzhu was very moved after hearing it: “Thank you, Brother Clown, for reminding me.”

“You’re always so polite, hee hee hee~” Seeing Feng Lianzhu being so polite, the clown smiled happily and said, “I just like to see you thanking me, remember to change your clothes~”

After saying that, he left Feng Lianzhu’s loundge and the clown’s face sank as soon as the door closed.

All the corridors in the underground ring are extremely narrow, and only one person can pass through. If the players meet in the corridor, they would touch shoulders or something so it’s easy to cause a fight. This kind of private fight in the underground arena will not be managed. In their opinion, the way to pass is very simple, as long as one falls down, the winner can step on the other’s body through the corridor.

The clown was walking in the corridor with a sullen face, when a player, the winner of the previous game coming back to rest, approached. The player saw that the clown didn’t evade so he actively hit him.

At this moment, the clown stretched out his long arms, his nails instantly stretched and penetrated the white gloves, revealing a palm full of scales. With a stern face, he pressed the opponent to the ground.

The player was planning to fight back, but at this moment, a huge reptilian tail suddenly appeared and hit him hard on the stomach.

“I’m passing through here, who told you not to give way?” The clown’s pointy shoes stepped on the man’s face as he said that.

The tail swayed in the air and disappeared to nowhere. The clown covered his face with one hand and let out an uncontrollable laughter: “Hahahahahaha! Thank you, hahahahaha! I really enjoyed hearing you say thank you! I hope you don’t cry when you see the level A Bison during the game~”

He specially reminded player “Kirates” to change out of the red clothes in order to tell the other party that Bison gets stronger when it encounters red, so don’t wear red clothes. When the opponent wears clothes of other colors to the arena, they’ll definitely be relieved and just consider their opponent as only B+.

But doing this is to make Kirates forget the red fingerprints on his neck! When the arena is full of other colors, Bison’s eyes will be attracted by the red on Kirates’ white neck, then rush up and bite his neck like a mad bull.

While laughing, the clown walked into the monitoring room of the arena, put his eyes on the screen and waited for 1:30, waiting for Feng Lianzhu to appear on the field.

He looked at the fingers he’d used to smear red paint on Feng Lianzhu’s neck, there was still red paint on it. The clown didn’t use this hand when attacking the player he met in the narrow corridor.

“Ah, it’s a pity,” The clown looked at his fingers indifferently, “such a thin and tender neck, if only I could snap it off~”

While talking, the game time is up, Feng Lianzhu walked into the arena, wearing his bright red robe.

Clown: “…”

“Why didn’t he change his clothes! I clearly reminded him, obviously reminded! Does he not believe me?” The clown was so angry that he picked up the chair and started smashing it to the wall, “Or, is he the kind of player who pursues excitement and strength? Such a thin body, I can’t see it…”

He frantically smashed for a while, shattering the chair and leaving a big hole in the wall. The referee called the game to start. The clown immediately put down his tattered chair and stared intently at the screen.

“Since you don’t want to change your clothes, then put on a good show for me~” The clown said, “Oops, forgot to tell him, Bison has been trained to resist electric shock so general electric current is ineffective against Bison. Unlike Player Crocodile who transformed his body into metal, Bison is really strong.”

While talking to himself, Feng Lianzhu was already standing opposite Bison on the screen. Bison is 2.4 meters tall and weighs 300 kilograms with terrifying muscles all over his body and terrifyingly strong. Compared to him, Feng Lianzhu is only 1.8 meters tall, and too thin. From the screen, he looks a little pathetic.

The clown adjusted the screen to full-real simulation mode, and the picture suddenly became three dimensional. The clown seems to be in the arena, standing in the middle of Bison and Feng Lianzhu. Facing Feng Lianzhu, he clicked on Feng Lianzhu’s phantom mask: “Die beautifully~”

At this time, his sharp eyes found that Kirates’ mask was different from the beginning, and seemed to be tattooed with some flame-shaped lines.

After noticing this, he took a closer look at the red gown, and found countless fiery red fine lines on the clothes. These fine lines add a little mystery and hotness to player Kirates, making him look even more beautiful.

Even though his face was blocked, the clown unexpectedly discovered that Player Kirates is really good looking, very good looking…

While Bison charged towards Feng Lianzhu, a trace of remorse rose in the clown’s heart, it’s a pity to die like that.

But it’s too late, Bison had already rushed up.

The clown waited with some sadness and some anticipation for Feng Lianzhu’s slender body to be torn to shreds and his blood spill over the entire arena like rain. At this time, Feng Lianzhu stretched out a hand, blocking Bison’s fist.

Strong! When he blocked that fist, Feng Lianzhu immediately sensed the opponent’s strength. If only strength was counted, Bison is much stronger than him. This punch should have more than five tons of power.

Feng Lianzhu struggled to lift a 3 ton airship, and even when he reached level 60, his fist strength is only 2 tons, which is far worse than that of Bison.

That being the case, he tried a new skill.

After secretly using lightning in the last game, Feng Lianzhu discovered that there are people in this world that modify people. The people in the underground ring are highly receptive to players whose bodies have been modified so he can use his skills appropriately.

After the clown reminded Feng Lianzhu, to be on the safe side, he put on the skin of the Lava Monster, and his clothes became covered with fire patterns, improving his fire attributes.

One hand barely blocked Bison’s fist with the help of the wind, while the other hand gently waved his sleeve, the fire pattern on the wide sleeves gradually brightening.

Feng Lianzhu’s sleeve lightly brushed across Bison’s face, and the skill “Volcanic Eruption” was cast.

“Volcanic Eruption” is the ability to heat up the surrounding rocks and explode. In the game, it can cause the effect of landslides and fissures, but this effect requires the cooperation of the map, and since the support of the map is lost, that only left the “Volcanic Eruption”‘s ability to heat up objects and explosions.

Using it on Bison, he immediately felt like his whole body was about to explode and his blood boiled instantly.

After casting “Volcanic Eruption”, the breeze blew and Feng Lianzhu retreated like a bamboo leaf, the farther away from Bison, the better.

At this moment, Bison didn’t have the strength to pursue Feng Lianzhu at all. His blood vessels protruding on his arm burst open with a “bang” and the boiling blood spurted out like a volcanic eruption.

One blood vessel after another burst open, and it seemed like a rain of blood had fallen around Bison. The audience screamed excitedly when they saw such a picture, countless flowers and daggers were thrown from the sky to Feng Lianzhu’s feet, Bison roared in pain, but the audience cheered.

Feng Lianzhu’s face sank. In another room, the clown’s eyes gleamed with disappointment under the heavy paint.

“Che, you are very good too, to also be so torturing and cruel.” The clown said so as he stretched out his hand, pointing at Feng Lianzhu’s figure, his eyes sad.

At this time, Feng Lianzhu asked the referee: “Did I win?”

Referee: “This, unless the opponent falls to the ground, dies, or automatically admits defeat, otherwise, the game cannot end. Of course, a tagged player like you with a red mark on your neck, even if you admit defeat, the game will not stop, you have to fight until the opponent stops, there’s no need for Bison, he can just admit defeat.”

“Got it.” Feng Lianzhu lightly said.

He walked up to the struggling Bison, with a gust of fresh wind blowing away the blood that kept splattering, Feng Lianzhu looked down at the struggling Bison and asked: “Admit defeat?”

“Admit defeat, I admit defeat, admit defeat!” Bison almost cried.

“Good.”

Feng Lianzhu bent down slightly, the fire pattern on his body faded, the palm of his hand attached to Bison’s forehead.

“Clear the Plague (Qing Wen)”, the skill that the fat dragon gained by defeating Love Lotus is a healing skill. The design inspiration comes from the Lianhua Qingwen capsule, which adds a fire attribute restraint ability to Love Lotus. After being converted into Feng Lianzhu’s power, it has healing functions such as clearing internal heat, anti-inflammation, and analgesics.

The cool feeling spread all over Bison’s body. His blood is no longer boiling, his body gradually recovers, and the wound is also healing.

Although the lost blood could not be replenished for the time being, Bison’s life was saved.

“Why did you save him!” Ms. S dropped a small bomb from the sky. This kind of small prop costs 1 million to buy and can blow up half of the player’s body. Since the player itself is very valuable, the audience who dropped the mini-bombs had to pay for it.

No one would drop bombs like this if they weren’t too pissed off.

“Damn!” The clown staring at the holographic live broadcast rushed to help Feng Lianzhu block, but his hand only passed through the bomb like a phantom, unable to touch.

There was a loud “boom” and the huge impact blew wind that even made Feng Lianzhu’s sleeves fly, like a wildly flying flame.

He stood in the fire, unscathed, only glanced at the sky quietly and murmured in his mouth: “Ms. S?”

Ms. S screamed: “Gods, why is your voice so nice? Are the eyes as beautiful?”

Feng Lianzhu withdrew his gaze and left the arena within the flames, when passing by the referee, the referee asked nervously: “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Feng Lianzhu left the arena and then met a group of people who rushed to put out the fire.

He walked steadily, again in the narrow red corridor, and he saw the clown who seemed to have been waiting for him.

“You don’t seem happy?” The clown tilted his head and asked sincerely for the first time.

“It’s fine,” Feng Lianzhu nodded, “just suddenly understood something.”

“What?” the clown asked.

Feng Lianzhu shook his head and did not answer.

There was a memory that he thought had been deleted. He didn’t expect it to pop up again at this time.