The referee looked at the scene on the ring and really didn't know what to say.
However, both referees knew their positions. Since the high-ranking young ladies in the stands did not speak, it meant that the fight could continue.
"Let's start," a referee shouted.
Before he finished speaking, the player from Tower Seven had already swung his sword and struck it at the player from Tower Nine. The player from Tower Seven was originally a third-level warrior. With the blessing of strength, his sword glowed with cold light, whining.
Before the knife fell, countless pairs of eyes were closed in the stands.
You can't hide. There are chains around the feet of the No. 9 player. Block, you can't block. The No. 9 player whose hands are also tied together by the chains is truly defenseless, so what can he do to block it?
The referees all sighed. After this scene, people had to come up to clear the field again.
What no one expected was that the No. 9 tower player was standing there, not moving his feet at all, and just raising his hand slightly. There was a clang, a loud sound that made people feel teeth aching, resounding throughout the arena.
Those who had their eyes closed opened their eyes again.
Hey, blocked.
The No. 9 Tower player actually used the iron chain wrapped around his wrist to block the sword. Although he blocked it, the danger still made people take a breath.
The tip of the knife was only as close as a hair to the No. 9 player's nose.
Those with bad eyesight couldn't help but ask, "I was hit, why didn't I bleed?"
The people next to me were horrified, but they cursed: "You hit the butt, it's just so close. It's really dangerous."
The spectators all thought it was dangerous, but it was really dangerous.
The player in Tower 7 missed the target with his sword and couldn't keep his face. He raised his hand and slashed with the sword again. This time, he used all his strength.
There was another loud bang that made people's teeth hurt.
People in the stands couldn't help but stand up.
"Did you hit it?" The man with blind eyes asked anxiously.
"No, no," he said. Even with good eyesight, he had to stand on tiptoe to see clearly.
After missing two consecutive strikes, the player on Tower 7 almost went crazy. There was obviously just one line missing, but it was this one line that made him unable to perform.
"I'll let you block," the player from Tower 7 was not stupid, and immediately thought of another method.
This time, he no longer slashed at the head of the No. 9 tower player, but moved the blade downward, from bottom to top.
The blade was so evil that even the referee shook his head when he saw it.
It is shameless enough to use a knife to chop a defenseless person, no, to have him entangled in chains. Now this knife is even more shameless.
"Chengshun, you are so shameless," the eldest lady was so nervous that her palms were sweating. She couldn't help but worry, this was related to her heart of the ocean.
"The general will not be able to survive in the army, let alone a life and death fight," Cheng Shun shook his head, "I didn't ask him to flirt like this."
While the two were talking, the knife had already reached the neck of the No. 9 tower player.
The No. 9 tower player still kept his feet still, pressed down with his hands, and the iron chain blocked the sword again.
The player on Tower 7 was angry and angry. He was the only one to attack anyway. Since the opponent was being hacked, he simply slashed at the opponent's feet.
While slashing, he was still shouting, "I'll let you block, I'll let you block. Let's see how you block this time."
The players on Tower Nine are truly unstoppable.
Everyone in the stands was worried. This time there was really no chance. Someone caught the painful foot. Nine
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No matter how powerful the tower player is, if he can't move his feet, he can only have his feet cut off and become a human pig. Once he is cut into a human stick, is there any chance of survival?
The eldest lady pouted as she looked at the situation on the ring.
However, another scene happened that no one could have imagined. The player from Tower Nine moved and fell to the ground. He pushed his hands tied by the chains to the ground and shrank his feet back. He clearly wanted to cut off his legs.
The knife struck the shackles again.
Clang.
The player from Tower 7 was livid, and his continuous misses made him no longer patient. He kept swinging his knife and slashing downwards, with only one thought in his mind: No matter what, he couldn't let this guy from Tower 9 get up from the ground.
A knife, a bang.
Another stab, and another clang.
I don’t know how many times he struck, but the player on Tower 7 suddenly heard the opponent’s hoarse voice, “Is it my turn?”
He was stunned when the player from Tower Nine turned around, pressed his hands to the ground, and stood in front of him.
The two people looked at each other, and the No. 7 tower player saw the other's eyes. The eyes were extremely cold, looking at him as if he were looking at a corpse.
The player in Tower Seven was shocked. However, his men were not slow. As a warrior, he would not let others take away his mind easily. Just as he was about to raise the sword, the opponent had already raised his hand one step ahead of him, and with a wave, he
A long chain was swept across Contestant No. 7's face.
The chain hit his face so hard that his cheekbones were flattened.
Contestant No. 7 let out a miserable cry.
The chain was swung over again, making a loud noise.
Contestant No. 7 stepped back, but the chain hit his eyes.
With a bang, Contestant No. 7's left eye had lost its light.
Despite this, his ferocity did not diminish, he raised his sword and struck at the opponent.
However, the man grabbed the edge of his knife, and the iron chain was wrapped around the blade several times. When he pulled it, the knife was out of his hand and was held by the other person.
"You," Contestant No. 7 was shocked. How could he not see that Contestant No. 9 was already out of trouble at this time? Not only did he not cause any harm to the opponent with his several consecutive stabs, he actually broke the chains on the opponent's hands and feet.
No, not a chain, but a lock strung on an iron chain.
What kind of perception is this? You must know that it is extremely dangerous to act like this. As long as there is a slight deviation, the other party will either have a broken hand or a broken foot.
"I admit defeat," contestant No. 7 shouted desperately.
"Winning or losing, life or death, is there any point in admitting defeat?" Contestant No. 9's hoarse voice sounded again, the knife in his hand fell, and another big head flew up.
Bang, the head fell on the ring with a muffled sound. After a long time, the headless body of contestant No. 7 slowly fell down.
The entire arena was silent.
"Okay," after a long time, the eldest lady was the first to shout, "Madman, good job. I saw the right person."
Cheng Shun couldn't believe his eyes. His third-level warrior came to the stage with a knife, but he was beheaded by a guy whose hands and feet were restrained.
The people in the stands secretly felt that the two gold coins were well spent this time, but they were all extremely shrewd and no one dared to cheer loudly.
For a moment, the scene seemed strange.
"Where's the Heart of the Ocean?" The eldest lady, Cheng Xiaoning, was unyielding and reached out to Cheng Shun to ask for something.
"Me," Cheng Shun swallowed. It was a big loss, no, even his own clothes were lost.
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The man sent by the boss died, costing him three thousand gold coins. He had lost a third-level warrior, so where could he find such a powerful and loyal warrior? And the Heart of the Ocean, which he had given to
His own woman. If she takes it out again, Jennifer will only be called a weirdo if she doesn’t make herself dizzy.
"Me," Cheng Shun thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with a good idea.
The fourth child, Chengsi, also swallowed his saliva. Where did a dead girl like the fifth child find such a fierce guy? This, this is a humanoid monster. This is.
Two third-level warriors fell into his hands in a row. He didn't say anything and just stood there with his sword on the ground, lazily.
"I said brother and brother, you are here to bear witness, why don't you say anything?" Cheng Xiaoning urged.
"Two out of three games, it is said that the fifth sister wins, third child, you," the boss, Cheng Dayun, couldn't hide, so he could only say in a low voice.
At this time, a smiling voice rang out, "I'm telling you, you brothers and sisters, just have fun, and you still make such a big fuss. A third-level warrior is not a cabbage, and you can chop it down if you ask."
As the voice rang out, a woman in a green cheongsam walked gracefully from behind the arena. Her black hair was pulled into a bun with an emerald green hosta. Her face was very small and there was no flesh on it.
Instead, he applied a lot of powder, which made his face look pale and pale, and his lips were covered with bright lip oil, making him look like he had just eaten someone.
"Aunt Zhao," the boss Cheng Dayun stood up and greeted.
"Aunt Zhao," the other three brothers also stood up and bowed.
Cheng Xiaoning also stood up and chuckled: "Aunt Zhao, there are two thousand people in the audience tonight, so you will make a lot of money."
"Xiao Ning, aren't you being honest with what you said? You asked me to borrow a venue for you to compete with your two brothers, and I agreed without hesitation. Seeing that you got the Heart of the Ocean, you still care about the money I earned.
Is it hard money? Besides, 10% of the 40% is yours." Aunt Zhao also smiled, "This person under you is quite interesting, it opened my eyes to Aunt Zhao. Such a talent,
Where did you find it?"
Cheng Xiaoning did not accept the challenge, "Aunt Zhao, although I won, I haven't gotten the things yet."
"Oh?" Aunt Zhao looked at Chengshun, "I mean, third child, it's your fault. My sister is young, and I don't see you giving in to her. Since it's a competition to determine the outcome, how can you make a mistake?
Woolen cloth?"
The third child, Cheng Shun, sneered in his heart. He didn't believe Aunt Zhao's face. She wanted to take advantage of her father's youngest wife and wanted to get any benefits. She had never thought about justice, but now she wanted to uphold justice.
Aunt Zhao didn't wait for the third child to answer, and turned to the fourth child, Chengsi, and said: "The third child lost, and the fourth child, I didn't say it, you have no chance of winning today."
The fourth child, Chengsi, rolled his eyes and said with a complacent smile: "Aunt Zhao, you have always loved me. Seeing that I have little chance of winning, you can't help me, right?"
Um?
The eldest brother and the second child were puzzled by Aunt Zhao's appearance at this time. When the fourth child said this, they became even more suspicious.
"Help, I will help anyone," Aunt Zhao chuckled, "Whoever sides with Aunt Zhao, Aunt Zhao will help. Xiaoning, you made Aunt Zhao make money tonight, Aunt Zhao will give you a choice first
."
"Aunt Zhao, please speak," Cheng Xiaoning said with a calm expression.
"Give him to me," Aunt Zhao pointed at the arena, "Not only will Aunt Zhao help you, I won't take any of what you get tonight, and all of it will be yours."