Chapter Six: Making a Move

  Because the King of Fighters game had just been released, there were really only a few people who could play it well, and these three from Second High School had already played it for a few days elsewhere, so their level was higher than that of Fourth High School. Liu Yifei remembered that apart from Jia Bo's three games, they had lost all three games, and this match was only after the first three games, and Fourth High School didn't dare to play again because the opponent's strength was not something they could win against.

  The current scene is just like that time, Jia Bo went up and lost three games in a row. He didn't even get angry, the other three players were just hanging around, especially their mastery of the moves was something these high school students had never seen before. It was basically one move after another, one attack after another, that kind of elegant attacking style fully embodied the essence of Street Fighter.

  "Who's next?" At this time, the fat man swung his wrist and smiled at Jia Bo and the people behind him.

  Jia Bo hesitated for a moment, his face turning pale and then flushing again. The other party's strength was obviously far superior to his, and if he continued to play, he could only lose.

  "There are still eight games left, you won't be reluctant to part with eight game coins, will you? Otherwise, we'll give them out, as long as you send someone to compete." The fat man looked at the four high school students with a sarcastic smile, his provocative tone very thick.

  "What did you say?" Jia Bo's eyes widened suddenly.

  "Jia Bo, we're just competing in a game, if you can't take the loss, want to hit us? The three of us are definitely no match for your four high schoolers, whatever you want, we can only admit defeat and absolutely won't fight back."

  "Hmph! Do I need someone else to take you down? One of me is enough!" Jia Bo snorted, but this match was now unwinnable. He felt extremely stifled in his heart. In the fourth high school, he was also a figure, how could he have suffered such a loss?

  "What about this match now? Are you four high schools conceding defeat or... let's wait a bit, and you go find the experts from your school?" The fatty blinked again.

  "I'll go! Anyway, we're going to lose, so let me go!" Tong Xinfeng hadn't even compared yet, but the morale had already been lost.

  Jia Bo stretched out his hand to stop Tong Xinfeng and said in a deep voice, "Alright! We admit defeat, but remember this, within a month's time, our four high schools will definitely go to your two high schools to challenge you."

  "Anytime you want to come, as long as you dare to come, our high school people will welcome you very much. However, at that time, it's best if you bring some stronger players, with your current level... we're not interested in competing with you."

  "What's so great about you? Just wait for a while, our strength will increase, and by then we'll definitely beat you to the point where you're searching all over the ground for your teeth!"

  "How dare you look down on our four high schools? I know that Fist of the North Star has been out for a while in other places, it's just arrived here."

  The students of the four high schools were suddenly outraged, but the reality was there, and they could only swallow their anger silently.

  "Although today was disappointing, I hope you won't disappoint us a month later. My name is Yang Dayong, and if you go to any game hall near No. 2 Middle School and ask for me, someone will come notify me." The fat guy smugly waved his hand, thinking he could just leave like that.

  "Wait!" Liu Yifei suddenly shouted, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave, there are still eight rounds that haven't been played yet."

  "What? You want to give it a try?" Yang Dàyǒng looked at Liu Yīfēi.

  "Just give it a try, even if you lose, you won't lose any flesh." Liu Yifei smiled with a calm face.

  "One flight, you can't, this game just came yesterday, you haven't even played it before, going up isn't seeking trouble for yourself." Tong Xinfeng hurriedly pulled Liu Yifei back.

  Yang Dàyǒng furrowed his brow and said, "I don't want to waste this time, you'd better find a good candidate again."

  Liu Yifei threw a game coin and gently shook the game controller, saying: "You guys are leaving like this, are you afraid that if you continue, you won't be able to win and lose face?"

  The eyes of the four high school students were suddenly focused on Liu Yifei, and they all saw that level. With this machine, they didn't even see Liu Yifei play, yet he still dared to challenge those three people, his tone was somewhat arrogant, but the outcome was difficult to expect.

  Yang Dàyǒng turned his head to look at Liú Yīfēi, and from Liú Yīfēi's face, he saw a kind of certainty. In his heart, an idea suddenly emerged: Could this kid really be a master? He gave a glance to a classmate next to him and said, "Go play a few rounds with him, let him die in peace."

  "Can he make it?" Jia Bo asked Tong Xinfeng in a low voice. He wasn't familiar with Liu Yifei.

  Tong Xinfeng's face suddenly fell into a bitter smile, and he said, "I advise you not to report any hopes."

  Jia Bo furrowed his brow and shook his head, saying: "Well, let's just treat a dead horse as if it were alive. At worst, we'll just lose one."

  At this time, someone dared to come and challenge him. The kid from the second high school didn't dare to be careless either. He tentatively launched two moves and found that Liu Yifei had no attacking ability at all, still shaking his stick randomly, just like a newcomer trying out the game. How could he let go of this opportunity? He rushed up to Liu Yifei's face and knocked out Liu Yifei's first character with several big moves.

  "Hmm... I thought you had some skills, but it turns out this is your level. Forget it, I'm not even interested in competing with you. The level of your school's fourth high school is really too poor."

  All four high school students felt a bit embarrassed, but Liu Yifei just smiled and said, "You haven't won yet, I still have two more people."

  "You're asking for it, so I won't hold back." The little brat disdainfully glared at Liu Yifei and began attacking the second person.

  But this time, Liu Yifei's character didn't die so easily. Like a monkey, he jumped around on the screen, dodging most of his opponent's attacks and even counterattacking occasionally. Although he still died in the end, he managed to take down half of his opponent's health.

  At this time, more than half of the people from the four high schools had already left. Looking at Liu Yifei losing face here was just like them losing face too. If they didn't look, they could at least avoid seeing the mocking faces of these three second-rate high school students.

  "There's a bit of progress, then I'll use this last person to destroy your third person." The kid didn't take Liu Yifei seriously either.

  But his underestimation soon cost him dearly, as Liu Yifei's third character suddenly became fierce and started to attack and defend against the opponent, managing to take down one of their characters and then dealing more than half damage to the second before finally dying.

  "Huh? Pretty impressive?" Although they won, those few people from Second High did look at Liu Yifei with newfound respect.

  Jia Bo and Tong Xinfeng's eyes widened, with excited glints in their eyes. Tong Xinfeng swallowed his saliva and said, "This kid seems to be getting more and more formidable by the round, he should have a chance."