Vivez le frisson d'un coureur sans fin de parkour, imprégné d'action de combat de rue, d'esthétique pixel art et d'une bande-son rétro chiptune. Naviguez dans une ville nocturne dynamique, en évitant les obstacles et en combattant les ennemis pour Achieve obtenir le meilleur score et revendiquer une place dans le classement. Le jeu propose une carte générée de manière procédurale sans fin pour une rejouabilité inégalée. Utilisez des commandes intuitives : sautez en utilisant le côté droit de l'écran et effectuez des mouvements acrobatiques sur la gauche.
Pixel Parkour Fight
- Catégorie : Arcade
- Version : 206
- Taille : 4.74MB
- Promoteur : Polgram: Retro Pixel
- Mise à jour : Jan 13,2025
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Présentation du jeu
### Quoi de neuf dans la version 2.06
Dernière mise à jour : 22 juillet 2024
*L'intégration des services Play a été mise à jour.
Capture d'écran
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