Chapter 225: Chapter 190: The Making of Black Obsidian Disciples (Combined Upper and Lower Chapter, Monthly Ticket Bonus)
Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall basement.
As the newcomers made a racket in the confinement room, the veteran players waiting outside watched silently.
"This is really rare, none of the newcomers this year did anything stupid," Fang Zhen looked at the group of newcomers in the confinement room, a bit surprised.
In the past, even newcomers familiar with virtual games would still do silly things when entering Descent of High Martial, like testing the hardness of the confinement room wall with their heads to see if the headache was real.
Some bold ones, upon learning that Descent of High Martial could recreate skills from other virtual games, would try a move like Gecko Wall-Climbing, kick the wall, plunge headfirst to the ground, touch the back of their heads to the earth, and wait to respawn.
"It’s normal, as the game is so popular now, and there’s a lot of detailed information and videos on Descent of High Martial on the forums. Anyone who takes a look at those won’t act foolishly," Twilight of the Gods explained.
"These newcomers are indeed different, I actually see many famous experts from other famous games," One Leaf Floating Cloud glanced at the newcomers in the confinement room, amazed, "What’s going on with Descent of High Martial now? How come there are so many famous experts from other game masterpieces?"
"Don’t you know? The testing phase assessments of Descent of High Martial are incredibly popular now," the Outer Gunman explained from the side, "Before, experts from major games wouldn’t concede to each other, and it wasn’t easy to compare skills. But with the testing assessments being 100% virtual, reproducing skills and techniques from other games, many experts who previously wouldn’t give in to each other are competing to see who can last longer in front of the test BOSS. It’s just that no one has lasted twenty seconds yet."
"On the contrary, everyone’s repeated challenges have improved their skills, attracting more and more experts to come to Descent of High Martial’s testing assessments to hone their techniques."
"Is everyone comparing skills? Then I want to give it a try too," Fang Zhen heard this and couldn’t help but feel eager to know his own level now.
In the past, in terms of technical level on Mecha Continent, he was just a typical second-rate professional, but after a battle with the Blue Demoness, his skills rose to a first-rate level.
Now, he’s so addicted to Descent of High Martial that he can’t extricate himself, even missing the team training, spending twenty out of twenty-four hours immersed in it. The remaining four hours are used for eating and ensuring deep sleep, otherwise, it would affect his mental state in Descent of High Martial.
It’s undeniable that the excessive realism of Descent of High Martial is quite a headache.
"I advise you not to try it," Ye Qinglu, who rarely spoke, suddenly said.
"Why doesn’t big sis want Fang to give it a shot?" One Leaf Floating Cloud asked curiously from the side, "Wouldn’t it be interesting? Maybe Fang could take first place, leaving all the experts from major games dumbfounded."
At this moment, Fang Zhen also looked curiously at Ye Qinglu, puzzled as to why she was advising against it.
"It’s precisely because he could take first place that I don’t suggest he tries," Ye Qinglu rolled her eyes at One Leaf Floating Cloud, "You haven’t become a Martial Artist yet, so you don’t understand what it means, but Brother Fang should have sensed it, right? Your mental state and sharpness of your senses have significantly improved."
"Now that you mention it, it does seem that way," Fang Zhen thought for a moment and nodded.
"Why do I not feel anything?" One Leaf Floating Cloud asked in surprise.
"It’s normal if you don’t feel anything, you’re not a Martial Artist yet. When you become one, you’ll naturally understand," Ye Qinglu looked at her silly little brother, shaking her head, "I don’t know what kind of Black Technology Descent of High Martial uses, but it certainly has a remarkable developmental effect on our brains. After becoming a Martial Artist, there’s a significant change in the brain, like a child growing into an adult. Does bullying those kids make sense?"
"No way, is the gap that big?" One Leaf Floating Cloud was genuinely shocked.
Ye Qinglu has never been one to exaggerate or talk frivolously. Since she mentions the gap between adults and children, it suggests the gap is indeed that significant.
However, according to the Outer Gunman, those who play the test assessments aren’t just any average gaming experts; they’re akin to the revered figures in Pilgrimage.
Such experts are regarded as children in Ye Qinglu’s eyes?
Although Ye Qinglu, as the Deputy Commander of Sky Traveler, is indeed strong, she can’t possibly be so strong that she could treat revered figures as children.
"If you don’t believe it, we can spar offline. I’ll stand still and handle you with just one hand," Ye Qinglu said, smiling at the surprised One Leaf Floating Cloud.
"No, no! I believe you! I really believe!" One Leaf Floating Cloud looked at Ye Qinglu’s smiling face and quickly begged for mercy.
Since Ye Qinglu started playing Descent of High Martial, their sparring sessions felt like being beaten by a grandparent; he had no chance to counterattack, shattering the confidence he had painstakingly built.
Now, he can only get back a tiny bit of confidence by bullying the provincial-level champion they hired.
After glancing at One Leaf Floating Cloud, Ye Qinglu looked at Fang Zhen and said, "If many people find out you’re rubbing the noses of established experts from major games into the ground, what do you think will happen?"
"A sensation?" Fang Zhen replied.
"That’s only the smallest impact," Ye Qinglu shook her head slightly, "Eventually, many people will investigate this matter. Loads and loads of people will bother you, and discovering it’s because of Descent of High Martial is only a matter of time. What do you think will happen then?"