Chapter 510: The Thief's Heart Does Not Change (Repair)
"My sword is called the Iron Sword. It is four feet long and weighs twelve kilograms."
"My rod is called an iron rod. It is about two meters and nine long and weighs sixty-two kilograms."
"My knife is an iron knife. It looks like ordinary iron. It looks like it has been hammered fifty or sixty times. It is not very sharp. The knife weighs ten kilograms and eight taels, which is a bit light. The weight of my left and right hands is asymmetrical."
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The long-awaited championship battle between the teenagers has entered a stage of wrangling with each other. In another arena, Anne-Sophie was tortured by Samit's various weird moves and was in a state of ecstasy. Although Samit's body was covered in blood, he seemed to
He did not suffer too serious injuries, and he was still extremely dexterous in sealing, blocking, and attacking with the double-headed scimitar.
Her talent time is limited, and there is also a limit on the number of times it can be used. Anne-Sophie had a headache for a while, thinking about what she would do if she lost.
The two people on the stage switched from discussing the length, size, and weight of the weapons to the casting process, and even made gestures from time to time, which made the officials from the Xiliu Kingdom who organized the competition a little angry.
They have been wrangling each other for seven or eight minutes, and now the time in the first phase is running out, and they have entered the overtime phase.
On one side, Anne-Sophie was indeed ranked fourth. She looked confused and started chatting with Samit.
"Warning, players are asked to compete immediately. Overtime will result in disqualification."
A red warning sound came from the battle field crystal screen.
"Ah, we've been chatting for too long, let's fight."
"Fight, it's necessary, watch your moves."
"How dare you make a sneak attack? Look at the combination of my sword and sword."
They fought as they said, and the two of them were not ambiguous at all. They frequently used various moves, which looked extremely thrilling and made the teenagers below exclaim from time to time.
They had been playing this game for a long time, and Lu Sheng'an, who was paying attention to the master battlefield, also rushed back to the basic cultivator competition venue.
Many masters were even watching from the air, and their brows became more and more frowned as they watched.
The fight was intense, but the two of them had been fighting for so long, and not a single bit of the virtual blood bar on the crystal screen had dropped. This was just a lie. Could it be that the two of them wanted a draw.
"Ten minutes of extra time."
The virtual battlefield entered overtime for the third time. Calculating the total fighting time, the two men took up forty minutes in this round. This was the last overtime.
"A critical moment"
The same powerful move was used again. Yan Jinbai rolled and got out of the range of the stick move, and a big hole was immediately made in the virtual cement road.
"Look at my random knife style."
Yan Jinbai got up, threw down his long sword, held the iron knife, and slashed wildly.
"Hide, hide, block, block, hide."
Xu Zhi twisted the stick, twisted his body, dodged, and parried. Yan Jinbai's sword moves, except for leaving some marks on the iron stick, did not cause any harm to Xu Zhi at all.
After the big move, the two kept making small moves, fighting until they were out of breath.
"Countdown to game time"
"ten"
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"one"
Xu Zhi's stick stopped three centimeters from Yan Jinbai's throat, and Yan Jinbai's knife was only three centimeters from Xu Zhi's head. If there was an extra match, they would automatically change their moves and continue fighting.
"Fake fight, this is a fake fight and should be disqualified from the competition."
In the audience seat, an old man with yellow hair from Xiliu Kingdom stood up first and yelled loudly.
"What about fake fighting? It's so difficult for our players to fight. If you dare to say fake fighting, I'll beat you to death."
Mr. Tan rolled up his sleeves and climbed up on the isolation board that separated the contestants and the audience area. He wanted to use his fists to teach the old man how to behave.
"It seems a bit fake, why can't you hit the opponent?" A foreign master was floating in the air, stroking his chin and whispering.
"They seemed to have changed their real moves into feints, and feints into real ones. It looked thrilling and frightening, but it was useless."
"I heard that there is a kind of martial arts in Dongyue called Taolu. It seems to be very similar to Taolu."
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"Trick your uncle, let two people who have never met try to play the trick, I'm afraid they will die quickly."
The Grandmaster of Dongyue was not happy immediately. Although it was suspected of being a trick, how could we admit it?
The basic practitioners' competition caused some minor disturbances. Lu Sheng'an looked helpless. Xu Zhi was good at everything, but he started to mess around when there were no outsiders in the finals. However, Yan Jinbai cooperated well with each other, and the two of them that night
There was a lot to discuss, and depending on their talents, it would be difficult for them not to kill each other, but the two of them talked trash to each other during the battle, and the goal was barely accomplished.
Why, you are trying to imitate the Provincial Games and tie for first place when you return home.
"The on-site records have been investigated and there was no special dialogue between the two before and after they came on the field. Everything is normal and the competition qualification is valid."
"Calling up the total data in the background, making a complete comparison, and deciding the winner."
A certain great master of Xiliu Kingdom spoke, and the matter was finalized. In front of the virtual battle machine, several staff members continued to operate, and data items began to appear on the crystal screen.
"Xu Zhi of Dongyue Kingdom, whose weapon is a stick, attacks 373 times, has 107 effective hits, blocks 224 times, dodges 151 times, and has no physical damage.
The data is at full health and the weapons are in good condition."
"The weapon of Yan Jinbai of the Dongyue Kingdom is one sword and one sword. He attacks 375 times, has 106 effective hits, blocks 212 times, and dodges 164 times. His body is incompetent.
Damage, data at full health, weapon intact."
"Please rule."
In a high-rise building more than a few hundred meters away, representatives from the four countries and personnel from several countries were gathered together. Most of the disputed matters had been agreed upon according to the results of the process, while a small number were still under discussion.
"Huang Putu, since you are a player from Dongyue Kingdom, you should speak first."
Sitting in the main seat was Macron, the grand master of the Xiliu Kingdom. This old grand master waved to Huang Putu. As the host of the four-nation exchange meeting, he chose to give his final opinion.
"The results are tied, and we can tie for first place. There is no need to question the competition of some low-level practitioners."
Huang Putu said lazily, glancing at the two people on the sensor screen and comparing the data with interest.
"Although the data are very close, I can see that they are combining falsehood with reality. They are playing a routine and are suspected of fake fights. I think a rematch is needed. If they disagree, they will be disqualified."
Margaret, the grand master of South Australia, shook her head and voted negative. This woman had a hot temper and could not tolerate sand in her eyes.
"So, what about you, Your Excellency, the Grand Master of Northern Xinjiang?" Macron looked at the other person sitting there, who looked sluggish and seemed to have no interest in anything.
"What is the difference between two firsts and one first and one second? Of course I agree with two firsts. Besides, if they hit the last one, they will die at the same time."
Yelu Hongfei closed his cell phone with a depressed look on his face. There was a reminder on the cell phone from the grandson of Wuyaba Gula. He was willing to be a favor, but the recent loss of his sword made him quite depressed.
Suitable weapons are very laborious and expensive, and suitable casting materials are hard to find. His knife is very primitive. Could it be that the Dongyue people picked it up as trash?
How could this be found? There was a problem with the Fengxue ruins. The great masters of Northern Xinjiang gathered together. Facing an opponent of the same level, would he chop it with his hands?
"I am willing to vote against it, because being tied for first place means that the Xiliu Kingdom has to pay an extra part of the reward, and of course, there is also the damn disputed territory." Macron shrugged his shoulders, then spread his hands and continued: "Voting against it is at most a mistake.
It’s a draw, what’s the use of my objection, okay, I agree, those two boys won.”
Finally, he continued to mutter.
"Technology is always so unreliable, and there are always loopholes that can never be filled. Of course, I hope this kind of thing will not happen in your country next time."
"Okay, guys, let's change some decisions. I think Dongyue really took advantage this time."
"Macron, don't put us on the fire. We almost didn't get anything from the senior and expert games. The Kingdom of Magadha did a good job this time."
Huang Putu changed the subject and threw the baggage to the next country. The only great master of Magadha Kingdom immediately stood up and waved his hands in a hurry.
"It's easy for everyone to discuss, it's easy for everyone to discuss."