"It seems like your arsenal is pretty much on display."
As if to confirm the sudden appearance of the guest, Duan Fenglei, who had just been thrown away, wiped his mouth and whispered the same words in the live broadcast on the magic screen. He was thrown away by Duan Qing's arm just a moment ago.
When he came, he used two straight punches, one fast and one slow, to push back his opponent's intention to bully him again. However, his body that was as tight as a cheetah gradually stood up straight as the snowflakes danced around him: "Okay,
I admit that if you were given the opportunity to regain your skills and combat experience, you would still have the strength to become a top-notch professional player."
"Ha, thank you for the compliment." He did not choose to continue the attack. Duan Qing, who was also standing among the falling snowflakes, also raised his head and pursed his lips: "But since we have reached this point, there should be no such level of 'praise'
It’s necessary.”
"This is not a compliment, this is a warning." Duan Fenglei touched his fists slightly in front of him, grinning, and his aura came together. His vigorous body even knocked away the snowflakes that fell on his shoulders and back:
"Since you are almost running out of moves, it's my turn to counterattack."
"No way, no one thinks that they have an advantage now." Turning a blind eye to the intimidating momentum coming towards him, Duan Qing continued to laugh at the other party with his hands on his hips: "Who was I caught in a flaw just now and threw him down?
A big watermelon? You are——"
He didn't finish his words, just because the middle-aged boxer on the opposite side no longer wanted to leave him a chance to continue making noises. Duan Fenglei started with a heavy stomp and then drew a line in the air with scattered slush.
The straight line and forward fist also gathered a bright light in front of the tip of Duan Qing's nose. There was an obvious kacha sound on the neck, and Duan Qing turned his head for a moment and then turned around with his footsteps.
This fierce attack passed by his cheek, and his feet wrapped in emerald elemental energy also burst out with the same explosive power in the previous spin step, and the toes also carried the same fists as before.
The khaki shimmer: "I fight!"
"……childish."
The clean spinning kick was easily blocked by Duan Fenglei's arm. At this time, the arm wrapped in Gang Qi became as hard as gold and iron. The middle-aged boxer who commented like this took another step forward and faced the flying snowflakes.
Zhong punched Duan Qing in the chest again: "The most effective attack is always the most realistic attack, isn't it?"
"It's indeed simple and efficient." He pressed his hands down to block the opponent's fist from the approaching range. Duan Qing, who turned into a dancer, connected his feet and escaped from the fist that was coming with light and graceful movements.
Range: "But if it is too simple, it will be very easy to avoid."
"That's because I'm too lazy to change." Duan Fenglei, who stopped chasing the bird-like figure of the gray-robed man, shook his head and said with a smile, "Although I don't know what exactly you are planning, but -"
"With the three-legged cat kung fu you've simulated now, you can't even scratch my skin, so why should I waste any effort?"
A white trajectory flashed past Duan Qing's eyes as he raised his head to dodge. The windy air mass thrown out by Duan Feng Lei and passed by Duan Qing in a fraction of a second became the first signal for his large-scale counterattack.
Taking advantage of this flaw in his avoidance, he quickly moved closer and threw a series of combination punches. The shadows of his fists that were covering Duan Qing seemed to turn into an extremely fierce storm at this moment. The shadows of his fists intertwined with the storm were flying.
The snowflakes showed a siege posture, and large areas of the ground and walls covered by fist shadows were also splashed with countless debris of bricks and stones in the clanging sound. Those who were forced into the corner by this fist storm
Duan Qing finally stopped his rapid steps and turned around to block a hazy wall of light in front of him: "The Sky-Breaking Blade has no way to retreat! He used magic to gather a barrier! It seems like
I plan to block the attack from Jiang Hu’s leader in a desperate situation!”
"This is very difficult, because Duan Feng Lei's attack wave has already taken shape." In the scene where countless players watching the battle held their breaths and stared at their magic screens, the voice that had been broadcasting the battle situation was once again heard by that person.
Interrupted by a mysterious guest: "The combined pressure created by continuous punches is difficult to overturn, even for a guy with the level of Sky-Breaking Blade. I am really looking forward to what kind of skill he can come up with to resist.
But judging from his current choice of using magic defense, he doesn't plan to prepare any more surprises for us."
"But this 'reflective light curtain' looks a bit unremarkable. Can it really withstand the opponent's landslide?" Fuhua Sijin's deliberately exaggerated shouts followed the approach of the fist shadow storm.
Then it sounded: "If I get a punch from the front - no, a punch, with the current body of the Sky-Breaking Blade -"
Peng!
Before Fanhua Xiangjin finished speaking, the situation on the field had already been revealed. The storm composed of countless boxing shadows seemed to suddenly disappear at this moment, gathered, and disappeared in the posture of the middle-aged boxer who suddenly inhaled and sank his waist.
He made an ordinary punch and hit the magic light surface held up by Duan Qing's hands hard: "Tu Na Gui Yi——"
"Shocking!"
The harsh friction sound represented the confrontation between magic and the fist. Under the sharp sting, the "face" representing magic was instantly pierced by the "point" of the fist. Duan Qing, who was supported by his palms in front of him, barely bent his feet.
, the body that had not completely fallen was also covered by the shadow of the giant fist released by Duan Fenglei with all his strength: "Die!"
A corner of the Imperial Colosseum was dented for a moment as the giant shadow of this heavy punch hit the ground. The next moment, it was covered with countless shaken snow with huge shaking. Standing on this white sky.
Duan Feng Lei at the edge of the curtain then stopped and stood up in the gradually receding wind. He looked at his retracted fist and murmured: "...well."
"It seems it didn't work."
Noticing Duan Fenglei's reaction at this time, the conclusion from Blossoms also came after a period of silence, digesting everything that had just happened on the scene with countless listening audiences: "Although I subconsciously think that the Blade of Duan Tian is not
He would be defeated so easily, but judging from Duan Fenglei's reaction, he seems to have some doubts about the results of his punch just now."
"I have to praise him. The current president of Jianghu does have admirable strength. Not only does he make the right choices, but he can also control them freely." The voice of the mysterious guest also sounded in everyone's ears: "After the tentative attack, there was
A tight and seamless combination attack, the seemingly powerful fist path can also return to a more concentrated killing move at the last moment... Unfortunately, he seemed to have forgotten the identity of the Sky-Breaking Blade at the last moment: the opponent is still a
Magician."
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"In the hands of magicians, there are many solutions to the dead ends that ordinary people cannot deal with."
A circular depression in the ground then appeared in front of Duan Feng Lei as the dust and snow gradually dispersed. The "corpse" that was supposed to be displayed in the center of the depression had disappeared without a trace. Duan Qing's low smile then appeared in another part of the arena.
A high platform appeared on one side, and the body that was not stained by a trace of dust did not appear to be hurt at all: "Beautiful, wonderful, I almost couldn't help but applaud you."
"...Clone technique? Illusion-like blinding method?" Frowning as he looked at the intact gray-robed figure above him, Duan Fenglei threw away his arms and then shook his head in vain: "No, the 'you' just now was
They were talking and laughing all the time, and their offense and defense were very precise and well organized. If the illusion and shadow clones could simulate it to this level..."
"Okay, okay, don't guess." Helplessly interrupting the other party's self-inference, Duan Qing gestured towards the ground under his feet: "I just used my best earth magic to escape from where I was just now.
I just ran away, no big deal."
"Oh? Is this why you chose this place for the final battle?" Looking at the other party digesting the information revealed in these words, Duan Feng Lei tried the ground under his feet with imperceptible movements: "The covered snow is indeed
I ignored the structure of the venue, but in my impression, the Royal Arena of Frey Empire should be paved with stone slabs as the ground, and this has been the case for a thousand years."
"Um - I'm sorry, that kind of thing was demolished during the previous renovation." Sitting in the auditorium of the arena and scratching the back of his head, Cangyun Barrier, which had been watching the battle from the high platform at the far end, also
Duan Qing gave this embarrassing explanation on behalf of Duan Qing: "This is the decision Drenier just made not long ago. It is precisely because of this that the Royal Arena has been semi-closed, and there have been no guests recently.
There was no plan to use it, so it became a loan for us to hold the competition... Ahem, it's just a coincidence, and the coincidence has nothing to do with us in Lanshan."
"I didn't say it had anything to do with you either." Duan Fenglei, who crossed his arms and let out a cold snort, glanced sideways at the other party and then looked back at Duan Qing's face again: "But that means, as long as we are here
If we fight on the set, I can't pose a real threat to you, right?"
"Do you have any misunderstandings about earth magic?" The answer was Duan Qing's eyes: "If earth magic was really so useful, earth magicians wouldn't be as many as there are in the magician team now.
It's the least of them. If you want to seize the opportunity to use the 'quagmire technique' to escape from that powerful attack, you need more than just courage."
"...Really?" Looking at the fist in his hand, Duan Fenglei nodded doubtfully: "But situations like the one just now are really not conducive to my judgment. Maybe I should use more practical moves to really catch it.
'You can do it."
"Oh? In other words, you are still willing to fight me one by one?" With a happy face on his face, Duan Qing clapped his hands and walked directly opposite Duan Fenglei again: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it
, shall we continue?”
"Strange, this shouldn't be that man's advantage."
The still wind resumed its flow with the scene of the two people confronting each other again, but the solemn atmosphere between the arena became more obvious with the passage of time. The opinions from the outside world about this battle that was approaching the climax of the battle.
The comments became equally enthusiastic as the audience's comments, which were naturally mixed with doubts and speculations from the commentator's seat: "Although I have obtained the same physical strength through the use of magic, I will never lose to the opponent in terms of combat experience.
, but the Sky-Breaking Blade should not have an advantage in terms of 'moves', so why are you so obsessed with competing with that Duan Fenglei in this field?"
"You don't have an advantage in 'moves'? What does this mean?"
"Simulated skills will always be simulated skills and cannot be transformed into skills recognized by the system."
Faced with the very timely question from Fanhua, the mysterious guest continued to explain in a low and magnetic voice: "Whether it's a straight punch, a heavy blow, a double kick, or a heavy chop, a ground-shaking chop, or a block.
Counterattacks and the like should not be tricks that a magician should learn. Even if he can perform and reproduce them with a strengthened body, these 'simulated embodiment' skills will not have the same effect as real melee skills.
That’s right.”
"In other words, this guy insists on winning or losing with the opponent in the melee field. It is a self-restraint choice in itself." Speaking of this, the mysterious guest commented ruthlessly: "Similarly, no matter how he strengthens himself,
——”
"A magician whose weapons and equipment are geared toward intelligence and spiritual attributes cannot possibly compare in strength and agility to a boxer who is fully armed and trained to the extreme."
boom!
The tight string of calm in the arena was broken again by the simultaneous fighting actions of both sides. The two sides collided again and proved the analysis of the mysterious guest at the next moment. Duan Qing, who was flown back by the original earthquake, gritted his teeth and showed his face.
With a smile, he took several steps to relieve the gravity on his front: "Yes, this is the eldest son of the Long family I know."
"Stop talking nonsense, I said I won't hold back anymore." The answer was Duan Fenglei's fist swinging again, and the quick pace of sending the fist in front of Duan Qing: "Since your strength can't compare to mine.
,Then why should I still be afraid of your tricks?"
"Are you going to deal with me head-on?" He used continuous evasion to avoid Duan Fenglei's first consecutive attack. Duan Qing's laughter gradually became apparent in the whirring sound of the air: "Unfortunately, we decided to fight in close combat.
The attribute of fighting between professions is not just 'strength'."
"'Skills' are also very important."
Stopping his evasive movements, Duan Qing took the lead in turning his counterattack punch towards the side of the middle-aged boxer. Duan Fenglei, with a sullen brow, stretched out his hand to easily block the opponent's attack, and then a cold shadow appeared.
He raised his eyebrows again - the reflection of a sharp blade suddenly appeared in the intertwined fist shadows, and the shaped weapon condensed in Duan Qing's hand also appeared on the final field for the second time, watching Duan Fenglei hurriedly dodge sideways.
He then laughed like a villain, and the unexpectedly condensed murder weapon was easily discarded by him in the next moment: "Oh, it's just an ordinary stone blade."
"What are you afraid of?"
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