Ling Chuxi's game is the key to entering the semi-finals. Her opponent is Pan Songtao, a man as windy as the wind...
Why do I say this? Because this Pan Songtao's fluffy hair is piled on his head like a bird's nest, and his loose clothes and trousers bulge when the wind blows. There is also a super fluffy sword tassel hanging on the sword.
Once blown, it floats again.
As soon as Pan Songtao entered the ring, he looked at Ling Chuxi coldly, his eyes were arrogant and sharp, and he was really full of momentum!
As soon as the referee gave the order to start, he quickly withdrew, leaving the ring to the two of them.
The commentator was very excited and was about to start explaining again: "Ah, everyone, please pay attention, Ling Chuxi, the biggest dark horse in this competition, no one knows what her strength is now. Is it the early stage of the ninth level of fighting spirit, the middle stage, or...
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"And this one, named Pan Songtao, is said to have reached the ninth level of fighting spirit. Let's wait and see who will win!"
Ling Chuxi pulled out the Luochen Sword, narrowed her eyes slightly, and was about to fly up.
Suddenly, Pan Songtao, who was standing opposite, shouted loudly: "Wait!"
Ling Chuxi staggered and almost lost her balance. After she stood still, she frowned and looked at the serious Pan Songtao opposite, wondering what the other person wanted to do. Her ears were buzzing from his voice. What did he want to do?
Well, this guy.
The audience under the ring didn't know why and looked at Pan Songtao in confusion. Was there something unexpected? So he wanted to call a timeout? The referee also looked at Pan Songtao in confusion, not understanding what he was going to do next.
Pan Songtao stuck the sword in his hand on the ground of the ring, then slowly stretched out his hand, arranging his hair, trying his best to hold the fluffy hair together, then patted the non-existent dust on his body, and looked down.
He seemed to be making sure that there was nothing wrong with his appearance. Then he raised his head, drew his sword, and looked at Ling Chuxi solemnly.
Ling Chuxi thought he was ready, so she swung her sword forward again. Unexpectedly, when she was about to approach him, he let out another deafening roar.
"Wait!!!" This voice shocked Ling Chuxi so much that her eyes almost blurred.
"What are you doing! Do you want to fight or not?" Ling Chuxi became impatient and asked coldly.
"Don't do it, don't do it, I'm warning you, don't do it!" However, Pan Songtao pointed at Ling Chuxi and said such words without waiting for Ling Chuxi to speak, let alone Ling Chuxi.
In response, he turned around and jumped off the ring with a bang, "I'll do it by myself, I'll do it by myself! Don't do anything, I'll get off by myself!"
Ling Chuxi stared at this scene dumbfounded. What on earth is this Pan Songtao doing? Admitting defeat? In this way? Before admitting defeat, why do you talk so seriously?
The referee was also dumbfounded. What is going on?
"It's so shameless to be beaten around like Zhang Dongzhi by you. I'd better admit defeat. Referee, are you blind? Didn't you see me getting off the ring gracefully? Announce it quickly.
I lost." Pan Songtao first muttered to himself, then turned to yell at the stunned referee.
The referee finally came to his senses and hurriedly decided that Ling Chuxi had won and entered the next round.
Ling Chuxi stood on the ring in a daze, and it took a long time to come back to her senses. Then she mechanically turned her head to look at Pan Songtao under the ring. This Pan Songtao is really weird!!!