(first update)

Author: Shifangwenchao

(first update)

Liu Wu, wearing a black military robe, stepped onto the competition stage. His hair was still combed into a slicked back, his eyes were sharp, and his whole body was as sharp as an unsheathed blade.

This was the standard uniform for the Hell Gate challenge. This familiar costume made many people of the older generation feel inexplicable pain in their bodies, and they all looked at Ghost King Zhe with malicious eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Everyone knows that when I challenged the president, I was punched and suffered internal injuries that have not been healed yet. Why, you still want to fight a patient who can die at any time?"

Ghost Wangzhe, who has been tempered for a long time, does not care about the eyes of everyone, and takes the first step to occupy the moral high ground and point fingers.

"Ahem, you can't say that. At least your foundation as a Gangjin warrior is still there. One day we can slightly suppress your physical fitness to the level of ordinary people and make friends simply through martial arts. Let's see your progress over the years." One of them.

The young man suggested with a smile.

"Bai Jing, don't think that I don't know what you are up to!" Ghost Wang Zhe shook his head repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle, "It's great to have a good son and a good daughter? Let me tell you, I am now five years old.

Tuberculosis Qishang, if you dare to touch me, I will lie on the ground and let you beg me not to die!"

"You, you..." Bai Jing, the owner of the Broken Wave Sword Hall, was furious for a moment, but while they were chatting, the first warrior had already stepped onto the ring.

To the surprise of most people, the first person to stand on the ring was not the Five Elements Fist Sect who kindly gave the venue the venue, but Bai Yuege, the daughter and eldest disciple of the Duanlangdao Hall owner.

Bai Yuege has a delicate appearance, wearing a lavender swordsman's costume, and carrying a long sword about 1.5 meters long on her waist. Unlike Mei Mei Ashina, her body shape is quite suitable for fighting, and the sword hanging on her waist is

But his hand caught Liu Wu's attention.

The fingers of those hands are slender and beautiful, the muscle lines of the hands are obvious, and the hands are tight, making them look flexible and powerful.

So that's it, she was the one who recorded the video. No wonder Ghost Wang Zhe dared to pull people in front of the Broken Wave Knife Hall without fear of being reported.

"Don't you hold a weapon? I heard from my father that you also use a knife." Bai Yuege asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"No, if you use a knife, I may not be able to stop it." Liu Wu moved his body and warmed up a little, "Don't worry, in a non-life and death battle, limbs and weapons are nothing to me.

the difference."

"That's it. This knife is called Jing Lei. It is a sharp weapon passed down from generation to generation in our Duanlang Knife Hall. It is far sharper than conventional weapons." Bai Yuege nodded and pulled out the long knife from his waist, with the same sharp temperament.

Standing up, it was like becoming one with the sharp blade in his hand, "Since you said so, don't blame me for taking advantage of you!"

"To be honest, do you think your disciple can win within a hundred moves?" Just as the two people on the ring looked at each other, the old father Bai Jing also asked his old friend, and there seemed to be no doubt in his words.

He didn't think his daughter had any chance of victory.

The reason is very simple. Bai Jing is very aware of his daughter's strength - that is, she is an ordinary Huajin warrior. Although she is at the average level, she is still a little weaker than the monsters at the Hell Gate.

And Bai Jing knew something about Ghost Wang Zhe's personality, and knew that if he wasn't 100% sure, he would never bet on whether Liu Wu could win in the end.

If he doesn't look at the people around him, no one will bet with him, so why should he just yell randomly?

"Hey, why doesn't anyone think she can win?" Ghost Wangzhe shook his head and insisted on advocating Bai Yuege's advantages——

"You see, my disciple is empty-handed and your daughter is armed. In this case, the best attack distance of your daughter's thunderbolt is from an arm's length in front of her to a quarter of the length of the sword.

Beyond the attack range of my disciples."

"In other words, if my disciple wants to attack, he must first pass through your disciple's attack range and accept the attack first. During this distance, he can only accept your daughter's attack, but not fight back.

, you are almost at the mercy of your daughter, why don’t you let me be the banker and let’s bet on how many tricks your daughter can defeat..."

Before the words were spoken, Bai Yuege had already taken a step forward on the competition stage, tearing the air with his long knife and heading towards Liu Wu's face.

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, Liu Wu moved from bottom to top, pinched his slightly red fingers together and stuck it directly on the blade. The powerful force directly stopped the long sword. It was obviously an inch away from the front door, but there was nothing he could do.

Chop it down.

Liu Wu continued to increase his strength, and moved the blade away from his cheek bit by bit, and slowly said: "I don't want to be too rude. Please fight with all your strength and fight with me with the mentality of a life and death battle, otherwise you will

There is no threat at all!”

Looking at Bai Yuege who had already used both hands but could not stop the blade from deflecting, the noisy auditorium suddenly became quiet. Even those who were still arguing about how strong Liu Wu was and whether he had any

The talented warriors who were as strong as Ashina Meiyi boasted also frowned one by one.

"Can a Huajin level have such physical fitness? Is your apprentice Danjin?" Bai Jing frowned, "In this case, the battle will be completely unfair."

In the training of warriors, the difference in physical fitness of one level is not the difference in strength and resistance to blows caused by different weights among ordinary people, but an all-round change.

There are differences in strength, defense, neurological reactions, senses, dynamic vision, etc.

This side is stronger, that side is stronger, and when they are all added up, that is the gap between heaven and earth.

Therefore, in the competition between warriors, it is difficult for the weak to defeat the strong.

If Liu Wu is really good at Danjin, then there is no need to fight this match at all. Ten of us can join together and then gamble on a few moves to win.

"How could I lie to you on this issue!" Ghost Wangzhe shook his head, "It's just Hua Jin, it's still far from Dan Jin - if you even have the Dan Jin level physical fitness of an ordinary warrior at the Hua Jin level,

If you can't do it, how can you call it the most powerful martial arts school in Hell Gate?"

"The physical fitness of a normal Danjin warrior - if it is the martial arts of Hell Sect, there will definitely be secret martial arts that can improve physical fitness for a long time." Bai Jing's eyes were cold, and he swept across Ghost King Zhe's cheeky face like a knife, "

You want me to bet on how many moves my daughter can win?"

"Miracles, miracles, there is something called a miracle in this world!" Ghost Wangzhe whistled and turned his eyes away, "And my apprentice is a very gentleman, maybe he will suddenly admit defeat?"

While the two were talking, the battle on the stage was already underway again.

After completely deflecting the blade, in order to prevent the table from being too ugly, Liu Wu let go and allowed the first and weakest 'enemy' in front of him to regroup.

The battle really begins at this moment.

Sure enough, warriors still have to keep fighting and winning in order to accumulate the momentum of victory.

If you don't defeat everyone, how can you say you are the best in the world?
Chapter completed!