"I want to become an NPC? An enemy NPC? An NPC who was training his old enemy? Training his combat strength?"
Qin Chuan was stunned and was a little confused!
Then, he laughed!
Training was impossible! It was impossible for him to help Kang Demao improve his martial technique in this lifetime.
"I want to kill him instantly! Kill him until he breaks down and despairs!"
Qin Chuan laughed happily.
Was this an early duel?
"System, after becoming an NPC, will I appear in my appearance?？”
Qin Chuan quickly asked the system.
"The East is the imaginary enemy of the old enemy. The NPCs of the gladiators in the arena will definitely have the faces of the East. The host can naturally maintain his appearance and ability to enter.”
the system replied.
"Then I'll go in with my current appearance and ability!”
Qin Chuan smiled. He wanted to beat Kang Demao to the ground in the arena, making him his nightmare, his nightmare, making him tremble when he saw him.
He wanted to expose him in front of the world in the live broadcast room.
In the future, during the final battle, when he met him on the battlefield, an existence that he could not look up to appeared in front of him. Would he be scared out of his wits?
"However, with the host's combat power, the system can only be the final NPC.”
The system prompted.
"So I'm Kang Demao's ultimate Boss?”
Qin Chuan smiled. He liked this identity.
"That's true in theory and in fact!”
the system replied.
"Right, does Kang Demao feel pain when he dies in the virtual arena?？”
This was a problem. If there was no pain, there was no point in torturing him.
"Ninety-nine percent pain. Not only does his system want to train his martial arts, but it also wants to train his courage and will. Naturally, it won't go easy on him…"
The system's explanation put Qin Chuan at ease.
It seemed like Kang Demao's system had really taken care of him in every aspect, sparing no effort to nurture him.
This was good too. Otherwise, how would he have the chance to torture him?
"Unfortunately, I'm the ultimate Boss and can only be the last to appear. Who knows when it'll be my turn?”
Thinking of this, Qin Chuan felt a little depressed.
"Don't worry, host. This is the first time you've entered the virtual arena.”
The system explained, causing a cruel smile to appear on Qin Chuan's face.
At the same time, he had the Dusk Stallion slow down while he began to enjoy Kang Demao's performance.
"Finally, I have a piece of good news for everyone. The system has opened the virtual arena for me. Next, I'm going to enter the arena to practice my martial arts. In the arena, the simulation rate is 99%... This means that I can experience tens of millions of deaths. I hope my spirit won't collapse because of this. However, in order to become stronger, for our great cause, for our future, I'll give it my all!”
In the live broadcast room, Kang Demao took a deep breath. His relaxed tone had a hint of sadness, which instantly attracted the heartache of countless brainless fans. They all sent gifts.
"Thank you for your support. In addition, in the virtual arena, other than slaves, there were also warriors, and there were also realistic Great Han soldiers, elite soldiers, and generals. Right now, before the battle starts, I'll just kill some of the soldiers and use their lives to train my martial skills. In the future, I will definitely return these achievements to them…"
Kang Demao smiled. He was very good at grasping the hearts of netizens and fulfilling their wishes.
Soon, he received another wave of crazy gifts.
"I'm going in now…"
Kang Demao waved his hand, and the surrounding scenery and space changed.
This was a magnificent arena, surrounded by walls that were dozens of meters high. The walls of the arena were dozens of meters high, and the area was thousands of acres.
However, there was no one around.
Kang Demao was already fully equipped with armor, shield, and short sword.
The standard equipment of ancient Roman warriors.
There were a few people standing opposite him.
All of them were sallow and emaciated. They wore old cotton clothes and yellow scarves on their heads. The weapons in their hands were abnormally backward-wooden sticks, hoes, and so on.
Obviously, this was the lowest level of the Yellow Turban soldiers.
It was not an exaggeration to say that they were refugees.
"Haha…"
"These are the soldiers of the Great Han Dynasty? It was too funny, too funny. This was a refugee!？”
"Don't tell me that this is the enemy the streamer will face in the future? This is too insulting to the streamer!"
"Please come out and explain, Easterners. This is the strong man you blew up!？”
……
The western netizens were amused and could not help but mock him.
"F * ck, according to your standards, the refugees who died of the Black Death are the representatives of your Western civilization!？”
"Idiot, double standard dog!"
……
The netizens from the East were in a good state now. They would enter the live broadcast room every time to sing a different tune.
Kang Demao was also helpless. Although he had appeased the Western netizens 'terrified emotions, he was unable to crush the Eastern netizens' confidence in Xiang Shaolong's plan.
"Tremble, kneel down and kiss my shoes, and I can spare your lives!”
Shaking his head, Kang Demao said contemptuously to the Yellow Turban NPCs.
At this moment, he was a high and mighty emperor who could decide the life and death of these Yellow Turbans.
"Kill them!"
"Destroy the barbarians!"
However, the Yellow Turban launched an attack directly. Although it was weak, its posture was unusually fierce.
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