When the fighting begins, the first battle will definitely be a competition between third-rate warriors.
After Ye Xiao walked off the stage, a rough-looking man walked onto the stage after verifying his identity. He looked around and called out: "My name is Lu Dahu, and I would like to ask for your advice, knights!"
Soon, a strong man who also looked very tough followed on the stage: "Lu Dahu, I'm here to meet you."
The two of them looked at each other, clasped their fists in salute, and then quickly struggled with each other. The strength of the two was quite different, and they punched each other several times. In the end, Lu Dahu was exhausted and fell to the ground. He was soon killed by the Ye family.
The guards carried him down, and then another strong man walked onto the stage...
After watching for a while, Tang Ji showed a worried look: "Why are they all these tough men? Can a little girl beat them?"
Sun Yufu was not interested in the competition between these third-rate rookies. He leaned on his chair and explained casually: "Third-rate people have trained their bodies. It's normal to be stronger. Some people don't even know martial arts moves. They just rely on their strength."
You can also cultivate your strength to reach the peak of the third rate, but it is even more difficult to enter the second rate."
Hearing this, Tang Ji felt relieved.
The third-rate competitions were mostly hand-to-hand combat, which looked very boring and even a bit eye-catching. The knights who were watching lost their patience after watching it for a while and started chatting softly.
Just like this, more than a quarter of an hour later, a man as strong as an ox defeated four people one after another, and shouted excitedly on the stage: "Come on, is there anyone left!"
At this moment, a man in white clothes stood up in the crowd. He was in his thirties, with a waxy complexion. His right eye was blocked by long oblique bangs. He was carrying a cloth bag with a black knife handle exposed above it.
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The middle-aged man in charge of registration in the morning recognized him at a glance and nodded to indicate that he could go on stage.
At this time, everyone who was chatting turned their attention to the stage again.
"Look, Crazy Liu is coming up!"
"Crazy Liu is at the top of the third-rate, and he's just one step away from being in the second-rate."
"It's finally interesting. Watching those rough guys fight each other is boring to death."
"..."
Madman Liu walked onto the stage, clasped his fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "You are no match for me, get off."
This sentence angered the man standing opposite. He roared angrily, raised his fist and smashed it: "You are the one who should get out."
He ran all the way to Madman Liu and was about to throw a punch, but the next second his arm was held by the opponent. After struggling to no avail, he waved his other arm.
At this moment, Madman Liu suddenly exerted his strength, raised his arm, and pressed his elbow against the opponent's chest. Then he quickly retracted the hand holding the man's arm, and turned to make a fist and hit him directly in the head. Just when he was about to succeed, he hit him again.
He stopped less than half an inch away from the opponent's forehead.
Madman Liu let go of the other party, cupped his hands and said: "I accept it!"
The man gasped and regained his senses. He sighed, cupped his fists and replied, "My skills are inferior to others, you win!"
After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the audience.
Then several more challengers came on stage, but they were all defeated by Crazy Liu in the end.
On the high-rise building, Tang Ji put the back of his hand on his chin: "Is this the Crazy Liu that those gamblers call him? He has won seven games in a row, so he really has something."
"Haha, Jiu'er girl can just go up and knock him down." Sun Yufu yawned and said casually.
Su Qing's eyes were still on the ring. When she saw a man in black walking onto the stage, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "He is about to meet his opponent."
Hearing this, Tang Ji raised his eyes and saw standing opposite Crazy Liu was a young man with an average appearance, thin body, and a lewd smile on his face. He turned sideways and asked, "This man should be Chu Qin.
Well, Aqing, who is more powerful between the two of them?"
Shangguan Ming pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Master Tang, I called you Aqing!"
Su Qing looked forward: "They are all at the peak of the third rate. You have to fight them to know."
On the ring, Chu Qin had already pulled out the spear in his hand, twisted his neck, and sneered: "Crazy Liu, I have long admired your name. It seems that the third-rate number one is going to be decided between us. Draw your sword!"
"There are people outside. There are many knights here today, and there may not be anyone who can defeat you and me." Crazy Liu replied calmly, but as he spoke, he had already untied the rope that sealed the bag behind him and pulled out the long knife inside.
come out.
"Hahaha, even if there is, I can only defeat you. Among the third-rate people, I am invincible!" Chu Qin shouted, and then swung his sword to attack Madman Liu.
The swords collided with each other quickly, making a loud "clang" sound.
In an instant, the swords separated. Chu Qin jumped up and struck again, but was eventually blocked by Madman Liu. The latter suddenly pushed away his long sword and slashed with his backhand. However, Chu Qin's movements were very fast.
This attack ultimately failed.
The two fought back and forth for more than ten rounds.
Crazy Liu had fought against seven people before, and his physical strength was somewhat reduced.
But Chu Qin didn't get any benefits, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he raised his head and glanced at the other party. If he continued like this, both he and Madman Liu would lose in the fight, but it would be an advantage to others.
Thinking of this, a hint of cunning appeared in his eyes, he gripped the sword tightly and rushed towards Crazy Liu.
This time, Chu Qin did not confront Madman Liu head-on. Instead, he raised his sword and attacked the latter's chassis. The selected locations were the knees, inner thighs, etc. The way he used the sword was also extremely tricky.
On the high floor, Su Qing said in a deep voice: "There must be a hidden disease in Crazy Liu's leg. He is going to lose."
Although Tang Ji didn't understand martial arts, he could still see that Madman Liu's original counterattack was very aggressive, but now he kept using his sword to block Chu Qin's offensive. He wondered: "Can you still see the injury on the opponent's body during the fight?
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"Of course!" Sun Yufu climbed up from his chair, took a look at the situation on the field through the window, and added: "But this insidious boy should have inquired in advance."
In the surrounding stands, everyone could see that Madman Liu was at a disadvantage. Some people could no longer sit still and started to encourage him loudly.
"Crazy Liu, come on!"
"Crazy Liu, I bet twenty taels on you. That's all my belongings. You can't lose!"
"Old Liu, fight back quickly. Why do you keep avoiding me?"
"..."
Despite this, Madman Liu was still hit in the knee by Chu Qin's sword. He gritted his teeth and groaned. He wanted to continue to retreat, but he could no longer use any strength in his legs. He knelt down on one knee in an instant. He wanted to resist again, but for a long time, he knelt down on one knee.
The sword was already placed on his neck.
"You violated the law!" Crazy Liu said through gritted teeth.
Chu Qin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, put away his long sword and attached it to his back: "There is no rule that states that you cannot find out the opponent's details and weaknesses in advance, right? I give in, Brother Liu!"
Tang Ji felt dissatisfied when he saw the other party's disgusting smile, turned around and said: "This shameless guy is quite proud, Jiu'er, teach him a lesson!"
"Girl, remember what the master told you." Sun Yufu also warned.
Jiu'er blinked his big crystal grape-like eyes: "But, I don't seem to have a weapon."
After hearing this, Tang Ji and Sun Yufu realized that they couldn't let this little girl go up and compete with the opponent with bare hands, right?
Shangguan Ming shook his head: "Aqing's sword was also left at the inn. What should I do? How about asking someone to borrow one?"
At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a voice came in: "If Miss Jiu'er doesn't mind, then use my sword."