"The first game of the semi-finals! Yamashita Shoji, Ten Demon Snake Ouma vs. Hakudo Warehouse Logistics, Hakudo Kagami!"
"Game start!"
Among all the fighters of different sizes, these two did not stand out very much.
At this time, they were standing opposite each other on the fine sand of the arena.
As the referee who had adjudicated many events in this boxing match, the chubby Yamamoto Koishi was quite experienced at this time. After simply waving his arms, he immediately evacuated as if running for his life.
Among the combatants with frequent monsters, and in the semi-finals where they have reached the final stage, this decision cannot but be praised as wise.
In the audience, Takemoto Jiuan, who was still wrapped in gauze, rubbed his chin with interest.
He raised his eyebrows lightly and stared at the two people on the field.
On his left hand is the mature and dignified Xiezi like a beautiful peony.
But to his right was Wu Jialuluo, who was sitting down very familiarly.
And Sawanaga Yuta, who was originally sitting there, was squeezed into the same seat as me with a cold sweat on his face.
The two of them stared at the arena without daring to move their eyes.
It seems that the girl trained by the killer family has given them some "advice" on "how the weak survive".
Garuda, who seemed to have a simple intention of pleasing his future husband's elders, had a jagged and athletic figure that stretched out a JK uniform, widened his eyes with black background and white pupils, and asked the old man questions with a cute expression.
"Grandpa Takemoto, that Ten Demon Snake King Horse, he had a joke-like battle with Lei An, and he was almost half dead, right? Kagami's serious expression."
I almost forgot that Uncle Wu Ben and the elders of the Wu clan are also friends. Let the little girl find an opening!
Saeko, who was sitting on the other side of the old man, frowned and thought a little awkwardly.
But the old man, who was very experienced, seemed not to notice anything strange at this time, and had no intention of intervening in the dispute between the two women.
He just sighed in a tone appropriate to his age.
"It's really interesting that the ill-fated [Erhu Ryu] will actually come to fruition in this era."
Then, he explained the situation on the field to the two people around him in a tone of instruction.
"If we look at the Jugoku Snake Ouma before today, there is still a big gap between Julius and the first-line fighter Jing fought against in the first game.
It is estimated that even if he turns on the mode that overloads his heart and works hard, he will be on par with a second-line fighter like Guan Linchun who is devoted to wrestling and is famous for his ability to withstand strikes."
The old man's venomous gaze first observed Ouma's foot joints. The bone-based martial arts concept gave Ouma's body a sense of stability like a rock.
Then his eyes scanned the whole body.
After retrieving his memory, the practice of [Erhu Ryu and Cao Ryu Type] that has penetrated into the bone marrow has made Ouma's connection between movements as smooth and smooth as flowing water even in his daily movements.
"But today."
Before the old man could finish speaking, Saeko's slightly sexy and hoarse voice interrupted him.
"But today, even a muscular monster like Samurai Wakatsuki, who doesn't have any obvious bias, shouldn't be sure he can beat him, right?"
"Oh? This kind of vision and judgment." Takemoto Jiuan looked at the daughter of his old friend next to him with a slightly surprised look, and then shook his head with self-deprecation, "Really, a group of old guys are working hard to find a way to cure your heart disease.
Wouldn’t it be better to let you see real blood from the beginning?”
"I heard that Long Min, who forced Gaolan to dare not cross the thunder pool, had at least a pound of flesh chopped off by you on his shoulders before retreating?" The old man smacked his lips. "What a pity, if you had killed him then.
If so, you should be able to completely control your murderous aura by now, right?"
"Please don't say that," Saeko covered her mouth with dignity and chuckled. "If it hadn't been for the year you introduced me to suppress the mirror, then I would have been out of control now that I had seen blood.
He drew his sword and chopped her."
The pointed and horrifying murderous look flashed between the purple-haired beauty's smiling brows, shocking Garuda who was standing alone across from him like a kitten with exploding fur.
And even Takemoto Jiu'an, who didn't know how such a topic could lead to the conflict between the two women, could only use his strong body to separate the line of sight between the two, and laughed awkwardly "Haha".
On the field, the two men did not enter a stormy offensive phase from the beginning, and each took a cautious stance.
As Baitang mirror looked up and down, a waterfall of data poured down on the young man's retina.
"The degree of completion of the posture is frightening, but the physical condition is so bad that it can be defeated quickly!"
The young man stood in his trademark alert fighting style, his brows slightly furrowed.
This troubled face is not because the opponent is too powerful.
Instead, it's because the opponent's condition is too bad!
The young man who had been cultivating extraordinary energy despite being "malnourished" had only begun to feel "enough to eat" in the past week.
And in this situation, which is no different from that of just stepping into the extraordinary world, you can encounter fighters who are desperate to fight.
The surging fighting spirit in the young man's heart made him unable to bear to let go of the excitement of any battle.
Now, facing the Ten Demon Snake King Horse who is ready to burn himself at the end of life.
What Bai Tangjing can do is to determine an undisputed winner within the short period of time when his physical condition is still visible!
[Fox Shadow Style·Rakshasa Palm·Snap]
The fine sand underfoot was twisted by force into swirling dunes.
The figure on it disappeared like blue smoke in Wang Ma's eyes.
"It's Fox Shadow Style, but at this speed, are you worried that my current body can't keep up?"
After Ouma's pupils shrank for a while, they returned to that ember-like shape, hiding their blazing eyes of death. "That's fine!"
From the beginning, Ouma knew how powerful the White Hall mirror was.
Even now that he has recovered his memory, he still has no absolute confidence that he can defeat Bai Tangjing.
However, a guy who has already thought about how to lose before the battle is not worthy of winning at all!
Without retreating, Ouma also started his own steps at this time.
The seemingly messy steps are full of uncertainty.
The distance between each landing of the sole of the foot is frighteningly short, and the area of each landing is a very small area of skin on the toes or heels.
The whole person seemed to be walking on a pile of red-hot charcoal fire, fearing that if his footsteps were in contact with the charcoal fire for even a moment, the scorching temperature would cause damage to his limbs.
Like flames, erratic, dodging attacks while finding the right moment to counterattack - [Erhu style·Fire sky type·Fire walking]
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