"...Half a box of cigarettes reached out and took out a Overlord Gun! Although the gun body was only made of wood, the length was still very manly! Oh, he stabbed it with one shot! Huan Meng didn't dare to take it hard! He hid in the weapon rack
The back...ah!"
"The old man also drew his sword! For the first time in his life, he drew his sword!"
The scene in the center of the stage was still covered by the heavy rain, and even every corner of the venue was filled with the rustling sound of rain hitting the ground. However, the audience at the scene was already stunned by the sudden change and sudden outbreak of battle in the military camp.
Attracted, so all the attention was put on the corner of the martial arts arena, the battle between the two drowned rats - just after the general shouted, the man in half-armor on the left side of the weapons rack was rude.
He quickly took out the weapon he had already chosen, and then just as described in the description of the flowers, he launched a seamless attack on the man in the trench coat opposite. The wooden gun barrel moved quickly in the rain, and the weapon was surrounded in an instant.
The space next to the stand turned in three big circles. The momentum of the wide opening and closing swept away countless rains, and at the same time, it also beat his opponent from the front of the stand to the back of the stand, and then from the back to the opponent further away in the martial arts field.
On the open ground.
"I didn't expect this guy to be good at using guns."
Looking at the large number of disabled weapons and equipment on the screen, Duan Qing sighed: "I thought this mad warrior could only use a big sword..."
"This is the original design intention of this game." Fanhua Sijinzhen replied: "This world prohibits your own weapons, and at the same time provides you with so many weapons, so its original intention should be to use the weapons of your choice.
Fight it out with the opponent! Judging from the current situation, Half a Pack of Cigarettes seems to understand this rule earlier than the opponent, and..."
"His marksmanship also fits his style very well."
call--
The tip of the gun covered with animal skin swirled with water droplets, sweeping everything in front of him several meters away. The man suddenly put away the gun, and then with a consistent force, with a huge force, he shot Huanmeng still.
In front of him who was dodging everywhere, the soil mixed with rain was stirred up by this shot, and huge flowers like waves were scattered, and then scattered with the steps of half a box of cigarettes, revealing someone who had just finished dodging and had not yet developed any new energy.
A scene of a man in a windbreaker being stabbed by a gun that followed. With a dull impact, Huanmeng's body was sent farther into the air by the force, and then he waved his limbs and landed on the ground like a flamboyant flying squirrel.
: "Sweeping heavy slash followed by stabbing attack! This move was done in one go, without any sloppiness. It seems that it was really practiced! Our invincible Comrade Huanmeng in the universe was hit by the attack as expected and fell... Hey
?”
"Why didn't he lose any blood? Did I make a mistake again?" The unexpected scene was not seen, which made Fanhua Sijin's voice lowered involuntarily: "I blew it for a long time, but in the end I was still beaten by the other party.
Did you escape?"
"Take a good look at the tip of that wooden gun."
Duan Qing's voice was a little weak: "The gun head wrapped in animal skin...what kind of lethality can it have?"
"...What?" Blossom's eyes gradually widened: "Then...that's a big deal! You are not allowed to use your own weapon, and your weapon does no harm. If you want to kill the other party...you have to...
Are you going to fight until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse?"
"So... this is an undisputed training battle."
Looking at the man in trench coat rushing back on the screen, Duan Qing's voice contained a hint of explanation: "The so-called training battle is a competition that causes almost no harm. If you want to defeat your opponent in such a competition, you have to either
Rely on your own strength and luck, or rely on special rules to defeat your opponent. This is what these two people need to solve now, so..."
"How do you know that all weapons have no lethality?" Duan Qing came here and smiled: "Maybe there will be a surprise."
boom!
It seemed that he had noticed the secret of this game at the same time. Huanmeng, who rushed up like a wolf and a tiger, had no intention of fighting with the opponent. He suddenly turned around and got through the rain curtain next to the half-pack of cigarettes. He also realized something.
The armored man also threw out the wooden gun in his hand, hitting it directly on the soil behind Huan Meng, then turned around at the same time, running hand in hand towards the weapon rack. After two big leaps, the two of them returned to the weapon rack at the same time.
Next to them, they reached out at the same time and each picked up a new training weapon.
Bang!
Huan Meng slashed the wooden ax in his hand onto the head of half a box of cigarettes, and was blocked by the half box of cigarettes who had also just picked up a wooden stick.
"Wooden stick versus wooden axe! An earth-shattering blow!"
"What a shock to your sister. The damage caused by the rain is probably greater than theirs..."
While Duan Qing was complaining about whether to laugh or cry, Huanmeng, who had stretched out one hand, suddenly stopped his movements, raised his wrist at the same time, and lifted the ax handle that he had loosened into the air. The ax head that was stuck on the wooden stick surrounded the wooden stick.
The stick spun half a circle, and hit the half-box of cigarettes on the forehead with a stick. Then it fell to the ground with a clatter as the opponent retreated. The tall man covering his head quickly fell to the ground.
He stabilized his body again, stamped his feet bitterly, and then threw the long stick in his hand with all his strength in the heavy rain: "What a beautiful idea!"
"I'll grab it!"
The embarrassed figures were entangled in front of the weapons rack for a while, and then separated again, but this time Huan Meng had a wooden sword in his hand, and the half-pack of cigarettes held two short sticks.
"Both sides are still changing weapons! It seems that they won't stop until they find some surprise!" Blossom Blossoms shouted loudly: "But the two weapons at the moment are still not what they are looking for. Look.
They will soon suffer the same fate of being abandoned..."
"Weapon proficiency is only relative. It is not unacceptable to use weapons that you are not good at." Duan Qing explained in a slightly serious voice: "For example, that wooden sword now... I just look at it.
Very suitable."
"That's you, right?" Fanhua Sijin said in a high voice: "Giving you sword-type weapons may be the most suitable, but for them..."
"I'm not here just based on their ability." Duan Qing interrupted: "I'm referring to the comparison of two weapons. If the level and basic skills are the same, the long sword should be dominant.
As for whether that’s the case…hey.”
"As far as I know, that guy should have also practiced."
Bang!
The sound of wood hitting each other once again sounded in the center of the stage, and this time he was still in a defensive position with half a pack of cigarettes holding a short stick. Huan Meng, who was holding a sword in one hand, held his collar and smiled slightly, the long sword in his hand was fast.
He stabbed the ground three times, and then with a backhand sword as the opponent retreated continuously, he slashed the side of the waist where the two short sticks could barely stand: "The reaction is quite fast..."
"...You can actually use three consecutive stabs?"
"Brother, this is a wooden sword. A wooden sword is such a light thing..."
The swords facing each other suddenly retreated to the rear, and at the same time, the man in the windbreaker spun his body like the wind: "It's not as simple as a toy to swing!"
In the splash of mud, Huanmeng, who was sinking suddenly, dropped the opponent to the ground with a sweeping kick. Then he stood up, raised his sword, and stabbed toward the opponent's face: "Ha!"
"..."
"...I forgot that this is a wooden sword."
After uttering these words feebly, Huanmeng watched helplessly as his wooden sword was broken into two pieces by the opponent's armor, then he turned around and hit himself with two sticks.
"The old man was beaten again! But he still didn't lose any blood!" Fanhua's voice also sounded a little confused: "So far, neither side has caused any real damage. How can this game be divided?
Is there a winner?"
"That general... why do I think I have seen it somewhere?" Duan Qing's voice suddenly asked: "Where is the military camp where they are?"
"Well... it's a place called Azimoka Plains." Fanhua Sijin checked the information, and then replied in a deep voice: "I've never heard of this place... What's wrong?"
"...I haven't heard of it either."
Duan Qing shook his head and replied: "But... that general seems to have been looking over here."
boom!
In the scene of splashing soil, the man in the trench coat who was knocked to the side once again dodged two attacks from the opponent's weapons, then suddenly turned over and returned to the side of the weapon rack. His eyes kept patrolling back and forth there, Huan Meng
But his body did not stop at all, while he kept waving the broken sword in his hand towards the half-pack of cigarettes that was approaching, while checking everything on the weapon rack: "What kind of military camp is this? Soldiers are not allowed to use it for training."
Real swords and guns..."
call--
An alarm bell sounded in his consciousness. Huanmeng suddenly turned around, rolled over before his opponent could pounce on him, and avoided the bite that seemed to kill half a pack of cigarettes. He was covered in mud with his body covered in mud.
The man in the trench coat who climbed up made another gap and passed by the pursuer. Then he saw clearly the murder weapon that had just been hidden in the opponent's arms and was now thrown behind him. It seemed that he had thrown it before.
to the ax on the ground.
"when will you……"
Before the question could fully come out of Huanmeng's mouth, another wooden knife was thrown from that direction. While it sliced away Wan Qianyu, Huanmeng had to roll out again: "...I'll go, you still fight
Don’t you want to work hard anymore?”
"Why, throwing weapons is not a real skill?" Another wooden sword flew over.
"Can this be considered a basic skill? His accuracy is so bad, he deserves to be an iron warrior..."
"Ha, if you can, don't hide. It might not hurt you, Kite Man."
"You think I can't see it? The general has been staring here, and he may announce the winner soon..."
"Then stop running around and fight like a man, okay?"
"...Just wait! Wait until I pick up a weapon and come over to fight you!"
"Then you should go! I'll wait."
"whispering sound……"
When another rough hammer made of wood flew past the head of the short body, Huanmeng, who had been hiding here and there, finally gritted his teeth and gave up on the strategy, and made a starting gesture with his fists in front of his chest.
Then he rushed towards the half box of cigarettes guarding the weapon rack: "No need! My fist... is the best weapon!"
"Oh? That's just right..."
The distance between the two people narrowed rapidly, and what appeared in the eyes of the man in the trench coat was the figure of a man who was studying the wooden sword he just held in his hand: "It's you."
Boom!
The sound of knocking suddenly sounded from the center of the whirlpool, and everyone was focused attentively. The man in half armor put the big sword on his back, and used the broad sword surface to block the pair of fists that were bound to win: "The two sides finally no longer have any hope."
That weapon rack was a crooked idea! Because they have all found weapons that suit them!"
"The real game... finally begins!"
Wow——
The rain mixed with the soil was suddenly lifted into the distance by the thick wooden sword, and then the figures of two men fighting appeared in the corner of the martial arts field. With half a box of cigarettes as a handy weapon,
Worthy of his title as a berserker, he danced the big sword in his hand like a door panel, and with the fiercer momentum, he instantly poured out all his attacks in front of him, forcing the fantasy that had just rushed forward to retreat without any fanfare.
A few steps away, the man in the trench coat shaking the rain also tried to fight back, but every time he raised his hand, he was suppressed by the opponent's unparalleled frontal attack. His bare fists seemed to have no courage.
The fan-like weapon really collided with each other, so I had to carefully retreat back and wait for other openings and opportunities.
Fortunately, he did not wait too long for such an opportunity, because the violent attack quickly consumed half a box of cigarettes: "If you have to make it a turn-based game, then now..."
"It's my turn!"
He rushed forward suddenly, and stepped on the ground before the opponent raised his sword. He punched out both fists from the lunge, hitting the opponent's chest one after another. He barely blocked half of the punches.
The cigarette staggered backwards after being hit, but his strong posture did not retreat at all. The fist that did not make any contribution did not withdraw, but turned around and grabbed one of his arms. The man in the trench coat
With a solemn look in his eyes, he thrust his left foot forward along the previous lunge. The two arms overlapped at the front and back and instantly grabbed half of the half-pack of cigarettes. Then, using the opponent's strength, he turned around and took the opponent with him.
The sword flew into the air above his head.
"Huan Meng grabbed the opponent's hand! He used a back throw, oh no, an upward throw... Hey, this scene seems familiar?"
"Long flashes his hand, Long turns over the clouds..." Duan Qing's voice was filled with the smell of dust: "The next move..."
"It's time for the dragon to raise its head."
Bang!
Turning around magnificently under the rain screen, the man in the windbreaker fell on the back of the body still in mid-air. Then when Duan Qing's words sounded, he raised his elbow sideways and hit the body with a solid elbow.
In the center of that figure, there was a heart-wrenching collision of limbs with a vague roaring atmosphere, blasting the gas mixed with the rain curtain to the surroundings of the martial arts arena, and the rising storm seemed to be woven into the shrouded rain curtain.
The solid curtain slowly spread towards the surrounding space, and then as it continued to bulge around, it crashed to the dirt on the other side of the weapon rack with a body dragging smoke and dust.
"Sure, it's really this move..."
"Can Brother Iron Man still stand up?"
While the members of the Wings of Liberty in the corner of the contestants' seats all stood up, the man in the trench coat also put away his posture, then clapped his hands and looked at the body lying far away: "Don't pretend
Death, you have to use all your strength."
"..."
"Hey, if you do this again... I won't be polite, right?"
In the still pouring rain, Huanmeng walked in the direction of the opponent who was gradually getting up. Then when he passed the weapon rack, he stopped in surprise: "Although I don't know how to use it, but...
…It’s actually a surprise.”
He casually pulled out an iron sword with only the hilt exposed from the shelf, and then slashed at the opponent with the wooden sword raised again by half a box of cigarettes.
"You! What are you doing?"
At the same time as the wooden sword broke, a certain general's roar suddenly appeared in front of the two of them from far away.
This chapter has been completed!