Therefore, Wan Lin kept carefully observing the opponent's moves while dodging until he had finished observing the opponent's entire set of boxing techniques, then suddenly took action to restrain the opponent and then withdrew. Deep in his heart, he admired his opponent's fighting skills and really did not want to embarrass his opponent.
At this time, the old patriarch and Ah Bao beside him opened their mouths in shock. They just wanted to admit defeat, but they didn't expect that the other party actually said that there was no winner. Ah Bao took a step forward and wanted to explain the truth, as if to express that he had lost. He stopped him with his hand and looked at Wan Lin deeply with his deep eyes.
He turned around and said loudly to the outside: "There is no winner in this unarmed fighting competition." He immediately understood the intention of the young man in front of him. The opponent did not want to hurt the self-esteem of these scimitar warriors.
Since ancient times, the people of the Scimitar Tribe have never tasted defeat in duels with outsiders. In their hearts, the Scimitar Tribe is an undefeated nation. No one can compete with them. No one can defeat them. This tough tribe is those who are armed with modern weapons. The bad guys who covet their treasure mountain can't take away their land.
After hearing the results of the game announced by the clan leader, the people in the tribe began to whisper. They didn't understand why the two of them stopped fighting before the winner was determined in the middle of the fight.
At this time, no one paid attention to the bodyguard named Ahu who was standing behind the elders. His face had changed color, and there was burning anger in his eyes. He had already seen everything clearly. He knew that his partner had been defeated. He doesn't believe this fact and doesn't want to admit it. In his heart, the Scimitar Warrior is invincible.
He suddenly threw away the automatic rifle in his hand, tore open the tiger skin vest on his chest, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and strode into the field. His eyes were filled with anger and he looked directly at Wan Lin.
The old clan leader and Ah Bao in the field saw Ah Hu rushing to the field aggressively and immediately understood what he was thinking. Ah Hu wanted to use a scimitar to fight against the opponent and cleanse the tribe as the number one warrior of the Scimitar Tribe. The shame of failure came to win honor for the Scimitar Tribe. The two shook their heads and walked off the field.
On this occasion, they couldn't stop their own people from challenging their opponents, and according to the rules, there should have been three matches.
Wan Lin originally wanted to end the competition mission just now, but he was trapped here for some kind of competition at the beginning. What he wanted now was to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, complete the mission and return to the country as soon as possible. But when he saw A Hu rushing onto the field with great momentum, he knew that things were still going on. If it's not over and there's no winner, they'll never be able to leave here.
An anxious mood suddenly arose in Wan Lin's heart. He ignored Ahu, who was glaring at him, turned around, walked back, walked up to Feng Dao, and whispered resolutely: "Go and capture him, don't hurt anyone."
When Feng Dao heard Wan Lin's words, a flash of light flashed secretly. He knew that Wan Lin wanted him to win this game. He raised his hand and took off the automatic rifle and pistol, saber and other side weapons and handed them to Hong Tao. Then he slowly put the backpack behind him He took it off and put it on the ground. He took off the helmet and handed it to Wan Lin. With a dull expression on his face, he slowly took a few steps forward and stood two meters away from the opponent, quietly sizing up his opponent.
The opponent was about 1.75 meters tall. There was a long knife mark on his dark face diagonally across the bridge of his nose and the corners of his eyes. His eyes were shining with two rays of cold light. He was wearing a leopard skin vest with his chest open and exposed. Inside, there is a bronze-colored, sharp-edged muscle. A belt made of snake skin is wrapped around the waist. A necklace made of a golden snake hangs around the thick neck. A sparkling blue gem hangs on the chest.
He stood on the spot with his two big feet slightly apart like nails. He slowly drew out the scimitar with his right hand. The scimitar was about one meter long and about an inch wide. There was a faint light shining on the edge of the blade. At a glance, it was clear that it was extremely sharp. He raised his hand to block the scimitar on his chest. The front left hand is covering the lower abdomen, and the whole body is slightly arched, like a tiger that has seen its prey, eyes fixed on the wind knife in front of it.
At this time, he saw Feng Dao walking slowly in front of him, standing there with his feet unsteady, looking at him with empty hands, and a trace of surprise clearly flashed across his face. Isn't it a knife competition? Why did the other party have empty hands?
The surrounding tribesmen also frowned when they saw Feng Dao's appearance. They did not expect that the other party would send such an unspectacular opponent.
The clan leader also frowned slightly and suddenly shouted sharply: "Take out your knife." As soon as he finished speaking, the wind knife stretched out his right hand and a palm-long flying knife flashed coldly in the palm of his hand, and then shook the palm of his hand quickly. The throwing knife has been caught between the index finger and the middle finger
"Ah" the scimitar tribesmen nearby immediately let out a scream. No one expected that the other party was actually using such a short knife.
Even most of the members of the action team were shocked. In such a life-and-death duel, Feng Dao just held a small throwing knife to compete with the other party's knife skills. Isn't this a joke about his own life?
Bao Ya, who is good at soft swords, looked at Wan Lin with a worried face and whispered: "If the leopard head sword is of the same origin, I can go up." Wan Lin shook his head expressionlessly and still stared at the field.
At this time, Ahu's eyes suddenly burst out with a strong cold light, and a furious expression suddenly appeared on his face. The surrounding tribesmen also let out a burst of shouts, and even several elders sitting on the chairs slapped the armrests with anger on their faces. Standing up, they all thought Feng Dao's move was an insult to them.
The situation on the court immediately became tense. Abu walked quickly to Wan Lin and said nervously: "What are you doing? Are you looking for death?" Wan Lin shook his head and still stared at the court calmly.
"Ah..." Ah Hu suddenly screamed like a thunder on the ground. He stepped forward with his left foot and slashed at the wind knife's neck with his right scimitar. Then his right foot flew up and kicked the opponent's waist.
Everyone's eyes immediately opened wide. The whispering tribal girl in front of the room suddenly covered her mouth with her hands. She stared in horror at the lightning-like sword light, as if she had seen the moment when her opponent's head flew up.
They have all seen the swordsmanship of Ahu, the best warrior in the clan, and witnessed with their own eyes the moment when the opponent's head flew into the air with this move.
In Ahu's heart, the opponent was holding a small flying knife to confront him. Wasn't he despising himself, the first warrior of the scimitar tribe? A ball of raging anger suddenly rose in his heart. His eyes widened and his mouth was wide open. With a shout, he pounced forward and used his own unique move. The up and down moves were as fast as the wind. Few opponents could escape from his moves.