On the ring, the captain of the army yelled angrily. Such a dangerous competition was strictly prohibited by the imperial court.
With a clang, Zuo Guangdou sheathed his sword, and without waiting for the military commander to speak, he retreated in advance and returned to his original position. The burly young man quickly fell down, and blood shot out crazily, covering the entire arena.
dyed red.
But he did not die. Zuo Guangdou's control over his power was extremely wonderful. Although the sword was close to his heart, it did not take his life.
The field was quiet, with no cheers or applause. Zuo Guangdou's game brought people more of a shuddering fear. In that black hat, everyone could smell a strong sense of danger.
.
"Zuo Guangdou, I suspect he is a disciple of the sect. - This guy is so scary, he is simply a lunatic."
Han Bin said with lingering fear in his heart.
"That is the sword skill "Quick Sword" in the martial arts realm. It is extremely difficult to practice. I didn't expect that there are still people in the martial arts examination who can master this unique skill."
Lu Ling turned to look at Yang Ji and said solemnly:
"Yang Ji, this guy is very dangerous. If there are no accidents, he will be the strongest player in your division. You'd better hope not to meet him in advance!"
Speaking of the last sentence, Lu Ling's expression became solemn. "Same rice, hundreds of people." It is possible for all kinds of people to appear in the martial arts examination, but people like Zuo Guangdou are still very rare.
Rarely encountered.
At least during the previous martial arts examinations, Lu Ling had never heard of it.
"I see."
Yang Ji responded, but there was no change on his face. His eyes were moving, and no one knew what he was thinking.
The further you go in the martial arts examination, the stronger and more dangerous your opponents become. There are even dangerous opponents who use knives and swords.
Although according to the rules of the court, every candidate has the right to use knives and swords as long as they do not endanger the life of the other party. However, if you are not proficient in swords, using them rashly will be a kind of restraint.
Not only will you not be able to exert your own strength, but it will actually weaken you. This is why many candidates still choose to use bare hands even though they know that fists are at a disadvantage against swords. This is a kind of helplessness.
After all, there are only a few people who can defeat the opponent with bare hands like Li Chen.
Next, I don't know if it was because of the horrible pool of blood on the ring, but several consecutive matches seemed a bit depressing. Both sides of the match were a little uneasy, and their eyes subconsciously glanced at the pool of blood from time to time, and they did not perform at their best.
Strength.
"Next game, No. 1201 Yang Ji..."
A voice sounded from the arena.
"it's your turn."
Lu Ling suddenly pushed Yang Ji. Yang Ji's opponent this time was not very strong. He was about the same strength as Zhao Qi, a little bit worse. He was the second strongest player in Division 15.
"Yang Ji won."
Han Bin suddenly laughed. Yang Ji even defeated the stronger Zhao Qi, let alone a weaker opponent.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of starting the game had just sounded, and with a swish, an "S"-shaped blurred black shadow flashed across the ring like lightning. Before everyone could react, a figure shouted, flew high, and fell out.
into the arena.
"coax!"
There was a low hum from the crowd, and many people looked at Yang Ji on the ring with wide eyes and surprise. Just for a moment, Yang Ji seemed to have used the "s" movement technique used by "Zhao Qi", but
More skillful.
"Yang Ji, what's wrong?"
Lu Ling went up to him, slightly confused.
From her observation, Yang Ji's state is obviously different. And with his strength, he can definitely deal with that candidate. There is no need to make it so complicated.
"nothing."
Yang Ji smiled, "I just suddenly had some ideas."
"That's fine."
Lu Ling nodded and didn't ask any more questions: "According to the rules, you have at most one more game today before you can rest."
After this game, it was time for a lunch break. A bell rang, signaling the end of the game. Yang Ji, Lu Ling, and Han Bin quickly left the "Martial Hall".
When they arrived outside, unexpectedly, Yang Ji did not go to the "Dilong Restaurant" immediately, but instead went to a blacksmith shop in Pingchuan City.
The blacksmith's shop had only one low floor, made of iron sheets, with a chimney on top that billowed thick smoke. The room was filled with heat, as if it had entered a furnace.
"Master, please help me get a pair of iron gloves."
Yang Jidao.
As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of Lu Ling and Han Bin behind him lit up.
"Oh, from the look of you, you should be taking part in the martial arts examination. There are several groups of people who have come to my place. I still say the same thing, it's not difficult to make iron gloves, but the difficulty is not having the materials."
The shopkeeper of the blacksmith shop is a strong man in his forties, with a bare chest and a bronze color. He smokes cigarettes all the time, and the hot sweat dripping down his body is like liquid.
"Master, you run a blacksmith shop and you actually said you don't have the materials for blacksmithing. Are you kidding me?"
Behind him, Han Bin made a fuss.
"Huh, young man, don't talk nonsense if you don't know. Not all materials can be used to make iron gloves. It must be fine iron. Otherwise, the thing made will be thick, heavy, and lack flexibility. It has no
How to use it.—Now, if you want it, I’ll give you this thing.”
The middle-aged blacksmith with a beard hooked up a black lump on the ground with his big foot, and kicked it hard in front of everyone. They were a pair of iron gloves as big as cattail fans, if they could be considered that.
The iron gloves were stained with rust, as if they had been soaked in smelly water for a long time, and were cracked in many places. As for the most important knuckles, they were completely torn apart, one by one, just like a pile of iron rings.
Han Bin made a visual inspection and found that these rough iron gloves must weigh at least thirty kilograms. Wearing such a bulky thing, there is no way to show your normal strength.
"That's okay?!"
Han Bin was stunned.
"I told them no, but one student just wouldn't listen and insisted on letting me give him a pair. Now, that's it. In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he threw it back to me."
The middle-aged blacksmith smoked a cigarette and said casually:
"Without fine iron, you can't wear iron gloves. Do you really think you are the first to come to me?"
Yang Ji frowned. He originally thought that it wouldn't be difficult to put on a pair of gloves, but he didn't expect that there would be such twists and turns.
"I have fine iron!"
Lu Ling, who had been silent until now, suddenly said:
"I also have some fine iron stored there, but I have been keeping it there for a long time. It is of no use. I will ask someone to bring it to you in a while. How long will it take?"
"Who are you?--"
The middle-aged blacksmith didn't pay attention at first, but when he saw the heroic face wrapped under the helmet clearly, his eyes suddenly opened wide:
"Miss!"
In Pingchuan City, there are very few people who don't know about Lu Ling, the daughter of the lord of Pingchuan City.
"It won't be long, quick, quick! I just need to deliver the stuff, and it will be ready in a day or two at most!"
The middle-aged blacksmith hurriedly bowed, his attitude completely different.
Yang Ji glanced at Lu Ling, then turned around, asked about the price, paid and left.
"Thanks."
After leaving the blacksmith shop, Yang Jidao.
"It's just a few pieces of fine iron, it's nothing. And it's useless if I put it there."
Lu Ling waved his hand, disapprovingly:
"By the way, Yang Ji, did you order the iron gloves to deal with Zuo Guangdou?"
Not only Yang Ji, but also Han Bin and others were impressed by Zuo Guangdou's performance. Even Lu Ling was also impressed, but it was not because of his martial arts skills, but because of his viciousness and cruelty.
"Hmm. 'Every inch is long and an inch is strong'. It's okay to deal with people with average swordsmanship with bare hands, but it would be extremely dangerous for someone like Zuo Guangdou who is good at swordsmanship. So I'm going to make a pair of iron gloves."
Yang Ji said calmly.
The "childhood merit" of the martial arts examination was extremely important to him, and Yang Ji was determined to win. As long as he could win, Yang Ji did not mind adopting other methods.
When having lunch at Dilong Restaurant, Yang Ji barely touched his chopsticks the whole time. Lu Ling and Han Bin also knew that he was thinking about something and did not disturb him.
After lunch, Lu Ling and Han Bin accompanied Yang Ji back to the "Martial Palace". The hall was bustling with people. Compared with the situation in the morning, some were happy and some were sad.
"boom!"
Not long after the competition started, a scream like a landslide and tsunami came from behind the partition wall of the "Martial Palace". The huge sound even attracted the attention of the competition area where Yang Ji and others were.
"It's the northern division!"
Lu Ling turned his eyes and immediately said: "Let me help you take a look."
Without waiting for Yang Ji to answer, she immediately pushed aside the crowd and walked to the other half of the field behind the partition. To be able to cause such a shock, it was obvious that the competition on the other side was also very shocking.
Yang Ji did not move. His current focus is on this competition. "Only when you know yourself and the enemy can you win every battle." As for the affairs of the other half of the competition, that is something that needs to be considered in the finals.
Just as Lu Ling disappeared behind the huge steel partition, a voice sounded from the ring:
"Next game, No. 1201 Yang Ji and No. 4435 Wang Xian come on!"
There was a roar immediately in the arena, and the densely packed "martial arts students" who had not yet entered the state instantly became excited and applauded enthusiastically.
In the competition on the first day of the morning, apart from the uncomfortable "Zuo Guangdou", Yang Ji and Wang Xian were undoubtedly the most eye-catching presences.
Although Yang Ji's performance was not as exciting as Wang Xian's, both of them are definitely strong contenders for the last seven places in the re-examination.
"Oops!"
Unlike the excited crowd, the faces of the two people whose names were called changed at the same time.
"What should we do now? Your Iron Hand Fist has just been ordered and there is no time to use it!"
Han Bin said with a worried look. He stayed with Yang Ji and was very familiar with his situation.
Wang Xian's ten indestructible "steel fingers" are so impressive that unless one is proficient in swordsmanship, it will be difficult to fight against him.
When fighting, if you are restrained and timid, you will lose immediately.
The pair of iron gloves ordered by Yang Ji were originally used by him to deal with "Wang Xian" and "Zuo Guangdou", but now it's too late to change.
