"My father said that unruly people come out of poor mountains and rivers." Qin Zhong slapped his nose with his hand, and then took half a step back, "The poorer you are, the more petty you are, but no little girl will really fall for you.
of."
"Oh, that's it," Ye Chong couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "Then what else did your dad say?"
puff!
The referee of Arena No. 3 was a young woman in her twenties. She couldn't hold back and chuckled.
The competition supervisor not far away from her was serious about his words. He stretched out his hand to touch the supervision card hanging on his chest.
"Okay," the young female referee glanced at the surrounding situation, then jumped onto the ring and said:
"The time is up, please invite Qin Zhong and Ye Chong to come on stage to compete."
Qin Zhong glared at Ye Chong fiercely, then whirled up to the ring with a whoosh, looking extremely cool.
Ye Chong smiled, walked to the weapon rack, picked up the Mo Dao-like weapon, touched the ground with one foot, and jumped up.
In fact, this Mo Dao-like weapon is much inferior to the Starry Sky Blade, but there is no way. It is the biggest knife on the weapon rack, and there is no other choice.
He also thought about not using a knife. After all, there were quite a few weapons on the weapon rack. There were some large axes and long stick weapons that felt good.
It's just that he has long been accustomed to using knives. Even the thought of the Starry Sky Blade staying alone in the dormitory makes him scratch his head. It's really hard to think about.
Although this Mo Dao-like weapon cannot be compared with the Starry Sky Blade, it is still a knife after all. Holding it in your hand can slightly relieve the pain of lovesickness.
The young female referee waved her hand, announced "start", and immediately jumped off the ring.
"Let's do it, Ye Chong." Qin Zhong flicked the silver spear in his hand, "I'll give you half a move today."
"Hey~" Ye Chong curled his lips, "Look at how you talk. Is this?
I am a troublesome person who comes from a poor place.
But you are a noble person trained by my father, a martial arts warrior.
But, why are you so ignorant and let me give you half a try?"
"I can kill you with one move," Qin Zhong smiled coldly, with a look of arrogance between his eyebrows, "If I don't let you take half a move, you have no chance to make a move."
"Stop." Ye Chong waved his hand, "I'm not saying you made me move wrong, but you made me move half wrong.
You said you were a super master trained by your father, a martial arts warrior, but you only allowed me half a move. You are really stingy in the extreme.
Let me take three moves, okay?"
"My dad is right," Qin Zhong smiled coldly, "You are indeed a poor man who despises his life and is extremely shameless."
puff!
The young female referee did not hold back, covered her mouth with a smile, and quickly lowered her head.
Ha ha!
Ye Chong grinned and looked at the other party with a wicked smile.
Qin Zhong immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.
Originally, he wanted to say "my father" just now, but he didn't expect that the other party would lead him to say "my daddy".
Whoa!
He looked at Ye Chong fiercely and said in a terrifyingly low voice: "You'd better be more respectful.
My father will soon become a warrior beyond martial arts.
Any disrespect to him means you're going to get into big trouble."
"I don't mean to offend anyone." Ye Chong looked calm and shrugged, "But let me remind you.
If anyone dares to offend me, be prepared for my thunderous counterattack.
This is what I understand as the dignity and honor of a warrior."
"Your glory and dignity?" Qin Zhong smiled coldly, "Hey, a small junior martial arts warrior dares to talk about dignity and glory in front of me.
Have you ever been lucky enough to defeat an intermediate martial arts warrior and a high-level martial arts warrior, but now you don’t know what your last name is?
good.
I will show you today, what is a true intermediate martial arts warrior, what is true dignity and glory?!"
Buzz!
Qin Zhong swung his silver spear, and the air exploded with a sudden explosion.
"Wait a minute!" Ye Chong raised his left hand, "You seemed to have said that you wanted me to do half a move, shouldn't I be the one to make the first move?
But it’s okay, I’ll just pretend you farted just now.”
"Fuck!" Qin Zhong looked ferocious and stopped moving, "Okay, I'll give you half a move, then take action!"
Ye Chong smiled slightly, turned to look at the female referee in the audience and said, "If my knife is damaged, do I really need to pay for it?"
"Of course," the female referee nodded in surprise, "This is the rule of the martial arts competition.
However, if the damage is not serious, it can be repaired, which actually doesn’t cost much.”
"Oh," Ye Chong smiled slightly and raised the Mo Dao, "Then let me ask, how much does this knife cost?"
"I don't know the specific amount," the young female referee frowned, "but the weapons on the weapons rack don't exceed 200,000."
"That knife should cost about 110,000 yuan," the older competition supervisor suddenly said, "They are standard weapons.
After large-scale production, the cost has been reduced a lot.
I remember it originally cost more than 300,000 yuan."
"Oh?" Ye Chong couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and looked at Qin Zhong, "Okay, then I'll feel relieved."
"Asshole!" Qin Zhong's face was ferocious and furious. He obviously felt the insult from the other party, "Do it quickly!"
"You two, the regular game time is 10 minutes," the young female referee reminded, "There are still 3 minutes left."
"It's okay," Ye Chong glanced at Qin Zhong, who looked furious, "Let him live for another three minutes. If he dies, he won't be able to live."
Gu~
The female referee covered her mouth and let out a weird laugh.
"Bastard!" Qin Zhong swung his silver spear and took a step forward, like a beast roaring, "I'm going to kill you!"
"Wait a minute, didn't you give me half a move?" Ye Chong frowned and shouted, "Does your fart count?"
"Forget it!" Qin Zhong roared with angry eyes.
Cluck cluck~
The female referee covered her mouth fiercely, but she couldn't stop the silver bell-like laughter at all.
"Since it counts, why should we take action first?" Ye Chong complained calmly, "Why do you talk like farting? Does it count?"
"Forget it!" Qin Zhong roared.
Hahaha~
The young female referee covered her mouth with her left hand and her stomach with her right hand, squatting on the ground with a crazy smile.
Hehe~
The older competition supervisor couldn't help but grin.
"Fuck!"
Qin Zhong cursed loudly, then waved his bright silver spear and headed straight for Ye Chong's throat.
"Stop!" Ye Chong's body turned around, "Didn't you just give me a half-move?"
Qin Zhong couldn't help but froze in his madness, his whole body suddenly trembled.
Whoa!
Ye Chong's body swayed, and he rushed towards the opponent like lightning, and what was faster than his body was the Mo Dao in his hand.
Buzz!
Amidst the explosion in the air, Mo Dao dodged and slashed straight into the opponent's neck.
However, the moment it struck the body, the blade swung aside and sliced off the opponent's right arm.
The response is incredibly fast.
By the time Qin Zhong reacted, his right arm had been completely severed and began to spurt blood outward crazily.