The high-roller threw money, and banknotes rained down on the ring. The two players didn't even look at the money, they stared at each other and slowly left the ring.

After a while, they returned again. The two men's attires changed drastically. The karate player was wearing a ronin costume, with a long and short sword on his waist. He drew out the long blade in his left hand and kept flying, performing a set of knife skills and inserting it into the scabbard accurately.

The veteran held the bayonet in his left hand, put it in front of his mouth and stretched out his tongue to scrape. The bright red blood instantly dyed the blade red, and the smell of blood made his eyes become cold.

During the weapons battle, the two sides appeared, and the atmosphere suddenly changed, and a chilling atmosphere swept over. The host suddenly came on stage to ruin the atmosphere, telling the audience and guests that due to the sudden weapons battle, the previous stage did not produce results, so bets can still be placed.

You can continue and make additional bets, but you cannot cancel the order. The time limit is five minutes.

The scene suddenly became lively, and tourists from other floors also flocked in. Looking at the situation in the ring, someone shouted: "Hit the little rb!"

There were many people who agreed, and the voices became louder and louder, filling the fifth-floor space. The Fuso contestants closed their eyes and rested unmoved, and the veterans stood astride without any expression.

The betting counter was crowded with people, and the odds changed accordingly. The odds for veterans became higher and higher, becoming 1.5 to 1.

Di Long and others jointly bought a bet. When they came back, they were very angry and cursed: "Those people shouting loud slogans on the streets, but when they placed their bets, they bought Fusang people to win, and the odds of veterans were higher than before!"

I finally understand why so many traitors lived a long life in the past. For their own benefit, they could say one thing and do another. I thought they were all loyal ministers, but they turned out to be traitors."

"Haha! This has always been the case, what's there to be angry about?" Hai Sheng couldn't help but laugh.

Di Lung’s friends sighed: “It’s pitiful for those of us who bought the Chinese to win, we’re afraid we’re going to lose!”

"The results haven't come out yet, why are you saying this?" Hai Sheng was confused.

My friend explained: "One inch is long, one inch is strong. The Fuso people have two swords, and the veterans only have one bayonet, so the weapons are asymmetrical. What's more, the Fuso man Ichiro Murakami is a famous swordsman. With the sword, his strength is greatly increased. Compared with

We are stronger than ever with our bare hands, but the veterans will definitely lose! We are hot-headed and have the right to spend money to support our countrymen!"

Haisheng showed a smile and said: "A veteran does not necessarily lose. Actual combat is the standard for testing truth. Look at his appearance before he came down from the battlefield. A swordsman may not be able to defeat a desperado who licks blood from his knife edge!"

"That makes sense!" Jiang Dawei nodded in agreement. Several people waited without saying a word. After a while, the gong sounded from the corner of the arena.

The betting counter was closed, and the two players began to walk and stand in the center of the ring, about 1.5 meters apart, staring at each other.

"Start!" The referee waved his hand and backed away quickly.

The veteran rushed forward in an instant. Ichiro Murakami held the knife in both hands and created a screen, blocking all the opponent's attack routes. The knife was used as a winger to defend and counterattack. The skill of the knife made the veteran dodge one after another, and many pieces of his clothes were destroyed.

Still stained with blood.

With just a few or two moves, the veteran's attack was frustrated and he went into a defensive state. The Fuso swordsman Ichiro Murakami became more and more courageous as he fought. He displayed his superb swordsmanship one after another with sharp swordsmanship, overwhelming his opponent and unable to lift his head.

The scene suddenly burst into cheers, and everyone shouted to kill the big boy. Those who had previously shouted to kill the little boy no longer shouted.

The audience was in a roar, and the arena was changing rapidly. The veteran who had been suppressed suddenly passed by the blade. He held the knife in his left hand and rotated, and then inserted his right hand into Ichiro Murakami's waist. The movement was so fast that he completed it in the blink of an eye.

"Ding!" The fatal blow was blocked by Ichiro Murakami who pulled out a short sword with his right hand. After slicing it open, he thrust it into the veteran's left shoulder. The blade passed through him and blood continued to drip on the ring.

The Fuso man looked happy, holding the knife in his right hand and preparing to roll the blade. Regardless of his injury, the veteran grabbed his hand, pulled him to his side, and hit his head with it. The two of them were shaken on the spot with their heads broken and bleeding.

The veteran woke up first, holding the bayonet in his hand and wiping the Fuso man's neck with his backhand. Although the opponent was still in the trap, he felt the evil wind coming, and subconsciously reacted by letting go of the short knife with his right hand and holding the long knife with his left hand and waving it around. The veteran was forced to retreat.

The opportunity to kill him failed, so the veteran quickly pulled out his short blade and rolled on the spot, attacking Ichiro Murakami's lower legs.

After a short recovery, Murakami Ichiro became somewhat conscious. He quickly stepped back in small steps and kept slashing with the blade.

The veteran stood up with one hand and kicked Ichiro Murakami on the chin. His front teeth flew out immediately, and then he vomited a large mouthful of blood. He fell to the ground and the long knife flew away in his hand. He looked at his opponent with injuries.

He rushed over and quickly shouted to admit defeat.

Murakami's mouth was spurting with blood, his front teeth were knocked out, and his words were unclear, but he could still be heard shouting to admit defeat. The veteran refused to give up and wanted to kill him, but the referee stopped him. Even if he resisted, he was no match for the referee.

, controlled in twos and threes.

If the veteran was not injured, the referee would still be afraid of the three-pointer. Now his left shoulder was penetrated, his right foot was cut with a long cut, his head was bleeding, and almost his whole body was injured. His strength was greatly reduced. He was naturally no match for the referee.

Seeing that the kill was unsuccessful, the veteran could only retreat in frustration and glared at the Fuso man fiercely.

Murakami Ichiro's mouth was spitting blood, but he had a happy smile on his face that would survive the disaster. It stopped abruptly after just a moment, and his eyes turned into disbelief and fear.

Because there was a foot stepping on his chest, the force was so strong that you could hear the bones being crushed. The pain only lasted a moment, and Murakami Ichiro was killed instantly with one blow.

The scene was in an uproar, and there were constant shouts and curses. Especially those who bought the Fuso Rensheng were scolded the most. Of course, they were not scolding the person who killed him, but Ichiro Murakami. From the moment he shouted to admit defeat, he had already represented their hand.

The bet slip became useless paper and the bet amount was wasted.

Originally, the Fuso people were in sight of victory, but they did not expect that the situation on the battlefield would turn around. The veteran was a ruthless man who traded injuries for kills, and almost succeeded. What he failed to do, someone helped him finish it.

The veteran was not very happy because the person who killed Ichiro Murakami was his companion, who was also a Fuso man.

Sasuke Fuji killed his own men and slowly walked to the center of the ring. Facing the veterans, he said in Chinese with shriveled feet: "There are only Fuso people who die in battle, and there are no cowards who admit defeat!" He then pointed to the veterans with one hand and said:

"Don't you dare to fight again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone threw money in a certain box, and more bills fell this time. A waitress shouted: "Sasuke Yun first rewards 200,000, and invites "Bayoto" and Sasuke Fuji to have a life-and-death battle!"

The veteran codenamed Bayonet laughed loudly: "Haha, haha... Why don't you dare? As long as they are Fuso people, I will kill every one I see!"

He was injured all over, covered in blood and almost turned into a bloody man. He could not stand firmly, but he dared to challenge. Such a tragic act made the Chinese people present excited. Some people took the lead and shouted: "Down with the Japanese devils!"
Chapter completed!