Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty-Second Is it possible to use force to break the trick?
Grand Arena.
In these two games, Sun Ran, who defeated the enemy with one blow, also gained some fame. More importantly, his opponent was very famous, so King Heilan and his family also came and sat in the center of the VIP table. The kings were all
When we arrived, naturally, the entire arena was even more packed.
Sword Master Qinglan arrived as promised, and what was different from usual was that he sat next to the king.
A salute sounded, and the entrance to the arena began to open. A commentator was standing on the high platform of the auditorium, running star power, and loudly introducing the two sides.
"The wild beast Doron, a brave warrior from the Daote Highlands, he is a meat grinder, he is the God of Death. Under his machete, there is never a complete opponent!"
While talking, the passage door was completely opened, and a soldier with brown-grey skin, nearly two meters tall, and a body of muscles tangled together like a hill came out. He was holding a weapon that was nearly two meters long and nearly two meters wide.
The ten centimeter mountain machete had a faint glow of blood on the blade, and the blade was full of tiny chips, which were left when the opponent's bones were chopped off.
As soon as he walked out of the passage, he held a knife in one hand and a fist in the other. He raised both hands high and roared to the sky. His voice was like thunder, rolling across the entire arena.
The audience's blood was immediately ignited by him, and their voices grew louder and louder.
"Beast! Beast!"
When the king saw this scene, he smiled and said to the sword master on the side: "Arnold, every time I see this wild orc, I envy his physique. Just looking at it makes people's blood boil. Tonight, there are
Many ladies will not be able to sleep."
The sword master smiled: "The foreigners are born with strong bodies, but unfortunately their brains are not very good."
"That's right, if you gain something, you will lose something." The king smiled, and then looked at the other entrance, where Sun Ran had already come out. He still looked like a little old man leaning on his body with a knife, and the enthusiastic wild orc.
In comparison, they are two extremes.
But at this time, no one despised him anymore. Everyone knew how powerful this lightning ghost was.
The commentator loudly said: "Youlan, a rookie from the southern jungle. Master of swordsmanship, participated in two games. Each time he only used one sword. After one sword, the opponent will be cut in two! Today, these two powerful warriors are about to have a fight.
Collision, who will become the last warrior?"
"Beast! Beast! Beast!" the audience shouted in reply, and the answer was overwhelmingly one-sided.
In appearance, Sun Ran is only about 1.8 meters tall. Although his body is strong, he looks thin compared with the wild orcs. When the two of them stand together, one is a giant and the other is a child, they are no longer on the same level.
What's more important is that the beastman Doron has won thirty games in a row. He fights every game with enthusiasm and is very popular among the audience. And Sun Ran. He uses a knife in every game. Although it is amazing, most people can't help it.
The audience is just ordinary people, and no one will appreciate it. After two games, it hardly gained any popularity.
So it is reasonable for this situation to occur now.
"It seems that this Lightning Ghost is unpopular." The king laughed.
The sword master frowned. He looked at the forward steps of the lightning ghost below and frowned: "Something is wrong, something is very wrong. He seems to be very weak."
As he said this, he waved to the servant on the side. When the servant came over, he asked, "Go and find out what happened?"
The servant did not move and said directly: "Sire, everyone knows this. This Youlan was given laxatives before the game."
Upon hearing this, the sword master frowned and said unhappily: "What a mess!"
The king also heard it, but he didn't take it seriously at all. He smiled and said: "Just do it. It doesn't matter if you are weak, maybe the fight will be more exciting later."
They were just two alien warriors, just tools to please them, and if they were lost, they were lost, and it didn't matter to him at all.
The sword master was startled, hesitated to speak, and then sighed. This is the path that the other party has to choose. In the arena, this kind of thing is common and he can't control it too much.
In the arena.
Sun Ran felt that his body was a little weak, but it was far from as bad as he imagined. His body stored a lot of physical energy. It didn't matter that he didn't eat for a meal. The reason why he showed it was mainly to confuse him.
The opponent in front of you.
The wild orc also got news from his own arena merchant and knew that his opponent was weak. He chuckled and said loudly before the game started: "Boy, you are unlucky today. I will strike quickly later."
A little, and it will definitely not make you feel any pain.”
Sun Ran did not speak. This time, his eyes were not half-closed, but opened. The knife in his hand was no longer held, but was held tightly in his hand, lying horizontally by his side, as if facing a formidable enemy.
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His sword is a one-handed blade, only one meter long and about ten centimeters wide. It is a good sword, but compared with the opponent's weapons, it is not good enough.
"Hahaha~ Are you holding a toy?" The orc laughed.
He deliberately spread his voice with star power and spread throughout the entire arena. Seeing the huge contrast, the audience in the arena burst into laughter.
"Chop him to pieces! Chop him to pieces!"
"Crush! Crush!"
"Chop into mincemeat!"
All kinds of voices came out, with great malice towards Sun Ran. If it was a person with a weak ambition, his fighting spirit might be crushed just by this momentum.
But Sun Ran was not. Regardless of his identity as a master of swordsmanship or his strong spirit, his mind remained motionless without any disturbance.
In a dark corner of the arena, Blood Queen Xiuwei looked at the lightning ghost on the field through the entrance, and whispered: "I'm leaving, I hope you can survive."
She stepped back, her body like a ghost, and sneaked out of the arena silently along the shadow of the building. When she reached the street, she had already put on the human skin mask that she had prepared long ago, and her body
Wearing a hooded cloak, he blended into the crowd.
She had already calculated that it would take about ten minutes to get from here to the outside of the city at her speed. As long as she left the city, the sky would be high and the birds could fly.
In the auditorium.
Seeing him like this, the sword master couldn't help but sigh. It was so sad that such a master of swordsmanship did not die in a fair fight, but fell under conspiracy and trickery.
The king smiled and asked: "Arnold, do you think it's a pity? If so, I can stop it..."
Before the king finished speaking, the salute of "bang" sounded, which was the signal to start the war.
Hearing this voice, the king said helplessly: "It's too late."
In the arena.
Following the sound of the salute, the orc roared and rushed towards his opponent. His speed was extremely fast, his momentum was extremely fierce, and his whole body was shining with blood-red star power.
Before anyone arrived, the sword struck down first, and a red arc of star power flew towards Sun Ran.
Sun Ran made a prediction and dodged the indestructible arc of light on one side of his body, and then he felt a huge wind pressure hit him. A shrill whistling sound came from his ears. It was a wild orc. In just a moment, he
He had already rushed to Sun Ran's side and slashed at him with the knife.
It was pretty fast. If he were an ordinary soldier, he would really be hacked to death by him.
The audience was also affected by the wild charge of the wild orc, and their hearts were high. At this time, when they saw him slashing with a knife, they also let out a sigh of relief. Then they waited for the tragic scene of their opponent being chopped into two pieces.
However, they only gave half a breath.
Halfway out, a faint blue light and shadow flashed, it was Youlan. His body rolled, dodging the blade of the wild orc by a hair. Then he perfectly connected with an elegant sliding step, and escaped from the madness.
Orc attack range.
During this process, the blade of the knife in his hand moved back lightly, just like a willow leaf, making no sound. But both the angle and the timing of the knife's release were superb.
This knife slashed towards the throat of the wild orc, forcing the opponent to use a knife to block it, and the pursuit had to come to a halt.
"Okay!" The sword master clapped his hands, feeling that the ghost's move was wonderful, just like dancing on the blade, indescribably elegant and calm.
It was also the first time for the audience to see Sun Ran use a move other than a slash. At this time, seeing the wild orc's sword strike to no avail, and seeing the lightning ghost using such a beautiful move, they couldn't help but cheer.
The silhouettes of the two sides suddenly separated. Sun Ran stepped back five meters, repositioned his sword, and stopped still.
The wild beastman Doron felt some pain on his cheek, and something was flowing out. He reached out and touched it, and it was blood. He still couldn't block all of the knife just now.
This time, he no longer had any contempt in his heart. No matter how weak his opponent was, he was still a master and his sword could still kill people.
He became cautious and did not rush to attack. Instead, he began to circle around Sun Ran, looking for the opponent's flaws.
After turning around in a circle, the wild orc discovered with dismay that the opponent's sword was flawless and ingenious, with no loopholes at all.
In other words, in terms of swordsmanship, he is far from his opponent. If he wants to win, he can only rely on strength to defeat skill.
"Roar!" The wild orc roared immediately, and blood appeared on his body again. He took a step forward and slashed at Sun Ran with his broadsword again.
This time, Sun Ran did not hide, he drew his sword and faced him.
The wild beastman Doron was immediately delighted. He really had no choice but to take advantage of the other party, but now he took the initiative to meet him. Wasn't he seeking death? With such a small man, how dare you compete with him for strength?
With confidence rising in his heart, Blade's Edge Mountain just added more strength and continued to cut.
The two knives of 'Chi' connected and sparks flew everywhere.
The next moment, Duolong felt as if his knife was cutting into something soft and pliable. Not only could it not break, but the blade seemed to be unable to help but slide to the side. The harder he exerted force, the more obvious this feeling became.
Duolong was shocked. He still had some insight and insight, and knew that there were many clever force-relieving techniques in swordsmanship, and that the opponent was trying to relieve his power.
He had encountered this kind of situation several times before, but every time the opponent failed to release his strength and was then slashed by him, so he had sufficient confidence in his own strength.
But now, he felt like he was about to succeed because he tried his best, but still couldn't break through his opponent's defense.
What does this mean? It means that the opponent's skill exceeds his strength.
When he thought of this, the wild orc Dolon felt a chill in his heart. He dared not entangle him, so he immediately retreated, preparing to regroup, retreat further, use the charge to gain momentum, and use force to defeat Qiao again.
As soon as he retreated, he felt the light of the knife flashing in front of him, and he hurriedly blocked it, but felt a pain in his arm. He knew that he had been hit, and had no time to check, so he backed away like crazy.
He didn't know how long it took, but he finally felt that he was out of the opponent's attack range. When he regained his composure, he found that the opponent had not caught up with him at all. He was still standing there, with the same sword posture as before.
Looking at his wound again, there was a big bloody hole on his arm near his shoulder. Looking at the wound, Duolong felt cold. He knew that the opponent's knife was originally intended to cut his neck.
In the auditorium.
The sword master clapped his hands regretfully: "Alas, this Youlan is still weak, otherwise, the blow just now would have been enough to chop the orc's neck."
Seeing now, he is already fascinated. This Lightning Ghost's sword skills are really high. If his star power can reach his level, the sword master will definitely treat him as a terrible opponent. As for now, this is just
An object of appreciation.
The king was also very interested and said with a smile: "It is indeed a good swordsmanship. I used to watch the battles of the wild orcs, and every time he charged, the opponent never retreated. Now it's better, he attacked twice, not only did he not
If you hurt your opponent, you will be injured yourself. From this point of view, this Youlan sword skill is not ordinary."
The king was not a master of martial arts, but he had a broad vision and used a comparison method to easily draw the correct conclusion.
"Today's battle is really interesting." He also watched it with great interest.
At this point, more than five minutes have passed since the battle. Not only the king and the sword master, but also the ordinary spectators were attracted, eager to know the outcome of this gladiatorial battle.
At this moment, the Blood Queen has seen the city gate in the distance. She knows that the guard general here is a quasi-swordsman, a master of her own level, and she must be very cautious. (To be continued...)
