Chapter 1481 Phoenix Clan Chapter: Completely Lost
Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads when they looked at the figure, which was even smaller than that of a woman.
Feng Jiuer, however, jumped onto the stage with a confident look on her face.
"Boy, don't you want any weapons?"
someone shouted.
The kid who was not afraid of death did not bring any weapons. Everyone thought that she would choose weapons on the stretcher next to the ring.
Unexpectedly, he took nothing with him and went directly to the stage.
"I'm afraid you're scared?
If you regret it, please ask Boss Yang, maybe it's still too late."
"He doesn't want to ask his brother to send him weapons, right?"
"Maybe it's true. Let's see, with such a small stature, what kind of weapon can she withstand?"
"Come down, otherwise it will be too late. If you go back, you still have your life. Stay... What a pity!"
"That guy who doesn't care about life and death, Boss Yang, teach him a lesson!"
Boss Yang, who was holding the big knife and closing his eyes and waiting, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard someone calling him.
He looked sideways at the little dwarf who came over, frowned with his thick eyebrows, slapped his big palm on the stage made of thick wood, and stood up steadily with his burly body.
"Boy, where is your weapon?"
Boss Yang stared at the person who stopped not far in front of him and asked in a deep voice.
"My surname is Qian, and my given name is San."
Feng Jiuer looked directly into Boss Yang's eyes.
The same goes for Xing Zizhou, Qian One, Qian Two, Qian Three, it’s a shame he could think of such a “suitable” name.
"I don't care what your last name is!"
Boss Yang snorted coldly, "The competition is about to begin. Why don't you hurry up and pick out weapons?"
"If you step down after the deadline, you will lose."
"Don't say I bully you, I just don't want to waste time, go quickly!"
Feng Jiuer stretched her little arm forward. No one could see what was going on, and there was a short knife in her hand.
She moved her long fingers, and the direction of the short knife turned downwards, and was held in her hand.
"This is my weapon, what are the rules of the game?
Who will be the referee?"
Boss Yang doesn't want to waste time, but does Feng Jiuer want to waste it?
Since this place was not suitable, she didn't want to stay any longer.
Even if they couldn't find her father or get any news from him during the time they were in the inn, Lei Shenbao would naturally meet her when they went to the second floor.
"This is the kid's weapon, don't laugh to death, right?"
In the audience, someone laughed loudly.
Comparing Feng Jiuer's short sword with the big sword in Boss Yang's hand, they were like a puppy and a big ox. It was obvious who was stronger.
The man's laughter hadn't subsided yet, and many people burst into laughter.
"Weapons like this are not meant to humiliate people, right?"
"This kid is not big, but he is very courageous."
"I'll be the referee."
The captain in the crowd jumped onto the stage.
Feng Jiuer was very happy to see this person again. After all, he was the real talker here.
The captain looked at the short knife in Feng Jiu'er's hand and frowned slightly.
"Before the competition, I must declare that although this competition is not included in the competition, all the regulations are consistent with the competition."
"Don't play dirty tricks, and more importantly, don't use poison."
Feng Jiuer had no martial arts skills, was thin and small, and didn't even have a decent weapon in his hand, but he still held his head high and looked confident.
This made the captain have to wonder if this boy who was not afraid of death had any conspiracy.
"Not only in this arena, once you enter Lei Teng, you must not use poison. Everyone present should know this, right?"
"Captain, are you trying to remind me?"
Feng Jiuer put down the hand holding the dagger and asked softly.
"Don't worry, I respect you very much. Even if I lose, I won't do such a thing."
"What's more, if there is really poison in my body, I won't be able to get out of Lei Teng, right?"
The captain coughed slightly and nodded.
"Since everything is clear, there is no need for me to waste my breath."
The captain withdrew his gaze from Feng Jiuer and looked at everyone.
"In this competition, the one who can still stand on the stage in the end is the winner, and the one who is not on the stage is the loser."
"Qian Sansheng, I will make an exception and let the three brothers go to the next area. Yang Daqiang will leave the fourth area and return to the fifth area."
"Yang Daqiang won. The three Qian brothers left the fourth district and returned to the fifth district."
"You two, do you have any questions?"
The captain looked at Feng Jiu'er and then at Yang Daqiang.
"no problem!"
Feng Jiuer and Yang Daqiang responded at the same time.
"good."
The captain raised the long sword in his hand, "Swords have no eyes. If you really can't compete, you can surrender."
"The game has officially begun, please both sides get ready."
The captain knew that Qian San would lose, but his two brothers were not easy to mess with.
If Qian San could give up on his own, things would be much simpler.
"The game begins!"
The captain raised his sword for the last time, jumped off the stage.
She is not a beauty, but a man. He is a scrawny boy who does not know how to live or die. Yang Daqiang does not know how to show mercy to women.
He held a large knife with a long handle in both hands and wanted to move forward, but unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew in his face.
The strange wind came so quickly and fiercely that Yang Daqiang's eyes felt uncomfortable and he could only close his eyes.
As he was fighting for his eyes, he realized that his neck hurt a little.
The boy whom he had always looked down upon was actually standing in front of him.
He was a head taller than her, and he held a big knife in his hand, but it was of no use.
The short knife in Qian San's hand was pressed against Yang Daqiang's neck.
There was a shallow blood mark on his neck.
If the dagger had pressed forward just now, Yang Daqiang would have been covered in blood and turned into a cold corpse.
Not only Yang Daqiang, but everyone in the audience, excluding Qiao Mu and Jian Yi of course, were so surprised that they were speechless for a moment.
Yang Daqiang took a few deep breaths before he reacted.
"I lost."
He said this sentence for the first time in his life.
Feng Jiuer didn't act aggressively, she directly retracted her short sword and took two steps back.
"Since you admit defeat, today's competition ends here."
She looked back at the captain in the audience and waved her hand: "Captain, please read out the results."
With a "bang" sound, Yang Daqiang knelt down on the stage.
"I, lost!"
Yang Daqiang's sadness made everyone realize that in this must-win competition, Boss Yang had completely lost before he even started.
"Did Money Boy win?"
"How did he do it?"
"It's so fast, I've never heard of it or seen it before!"
"Oh my God, Mr. Qian actually defeated Mr. Yang with one move. How is that possible?"
"How could it be impossible?
Will Boss Yang admit defeat?"
The captain came on stage and announced that Qian San was the winner.
Yang Daqiang stood up in despair, turned around and walked to the other side.
"Captain, when can we enter the third area?"
Feng Jiuer looked at the people beside her.
"Tomorrow, early tomorrow morning, I will send you there in person."
The captain looked at Feng Jiu'er now more respectfully than when he looked at Yang Daqiang.
It was like he saw a new generation of Thunder King.
