Liu Shenghan sighed, shook his head, and followed Bai Ya. Immediately afterwards, Mr. Shuangyue also stepped forward. Qi Huan was the last one to leave. He looked at the guards who were still shaking in place and the dark "keyhole" on the Queen's statue, then turned and left.
Just after noon, the warm sun is in the sky. The moment they left the temple, a bright light shone on their faces, dazzling their eyes. Wang walked forward without squinting, and the others quickly followed. All the guards must have known about it, and what happened inside was an open secret. Everyone was silent, only the various iron doors, wooden doors, and stone doors opened and closed, playing a sad tune. The outermost carriages and horses are still in the same place, and the carriages are neatly lined up there.
A bird landed on the Queen's shoulder. It looked very similar to the talking bird from before. I wonder if it was the same one.
"Send the order - the martial arts competition will begin early."
The bird flapped its wings and flew away. They all got in the car and moved on. The Queen's car drove very fast, as if sparks were flying between the ground and the wheels. The cars of several generals were not slow either, one or two drove ahead of them. Several people passed by them and glanced at them contemptuously from across the car. At first they thought their car was going very fast, but now they suddenly felt as leisurely as sightseeing.
The streets and alleys along the way were empty. At first, they were stunned, thinking it was an ominous sign. Then several people invariably remembered the situation they encountered when they first arrived in the royal city and were chased all over the city by Shura. Probably all the residents of these martial arts capitals are rushing to the arena again, waiting to watch the lively martial arts show. Qi Huan couldn't help but murmur:
"I really hope we can still squeeze in when we get there."
It is no exaggeration to describe such a grand occasion as a crowd of people. It is estimated that when approaching the area where the arena is located, the road has suddenly become crowded. Fortunately, everyone struggled to open a gap in the crowd and push themselves forward. Their behavior of pushing forward with brute force was not out of the ordinary. In addition, there were Shura guards guarding the surroundings, so no one dared to have any conflicts, not even a quarrel occurred.
Every originally dull face was filled with a strange look, as if they were in high spirits during the New Year. Perhaps for these people, this martial arts event is more exciting than the Chinese New Year - after all, this is not something that can be expected every year.
The queen has been waiting for a long time. As soon as the five people got out of the crowd, they saw a group of people from the royal city in a relatively open area near the ring. Surrounded by the guards, the queen was crossing her legs, wiping the horrifying hook knife, whether it was impatience or sheer boredom.
"Coming?" She looked up at the approaching challengers, held a sword in her hand, and stood up. "I will tell you the rules again. I hope you will keep them in mind. Once you agree, all honors and disgrace will be life and death. I will speak on the ring and ask you all to settle down with your destiny."
The rules are simple, there are no rules.
All brutal and brutal methods are logical in this arena. No matter how a move is delivered or where it lands on the opponent, it does not constitute a violation of the restricted area. Likewise, no one needs to hold back, and no one will hold back. Even if he died on the spot, he could only hold his nose to recognize it, but his skills were inferior and he had nowhere to redress his grievances.
As the host, the Queen allowed them to make their own arrangements and freely choose any one of her subordinates to fight, including herself. She asked Bai Ya and his party if they had any objections. If they didn't, someone would take the lead and sign the life and death certificate. They thought for a moment, and then Qi Huan asked:
"In your opinion, how should the winning rate be calculated?"
"Since there are five of you, we will compete in five games. The one who wins three out of five games will win the competition." The Queen replied scornfully.
She didn't reveal anything in her words, but everyone could guess her unspoken thoughts: out of five games, Shura's side couldn't possibly lose three. In other words, she didn't think the five of them could win three games.
This was not unexpected to them. Bai Ya nodded on behalf of his companions: "Okay. Stand up."
Shura called the referee, and under his supervision, the Queen and Bai Yadai signed and signed. The referee is a petite monster. Judging from the pair of hairy ears sticking out from his hair, he looks like a chipmunk-like spirit. He walked up to the ring with the document in hand, read out the reason for the fight aloud, read the life and death certificates signed by both parties aloud, and made both sides promise in front of the people of the city that no matter what happened in the game, they would be defeated after the fight. Everyone had to admit defeat.
"Wait a minute." Lord Shuangyue said suddenly, "I still have something to say."
"What?" The chipmunk bared his front teeth, "What other objections do you have?"
"No, there are no objections. I just have a few words to explain to the children." Lord Shuangyue suddenly stretched out his long and thin fingers and pointed them directly at the aloof King Shura, "This person, I Fight her, and don’t let anyone else get into trouble.”
"What?"
Bai Ya shook his head and looked at him. Even Wang slightly adjusted his sitting posture forward, quite interested in what he said next.
"That `s a deal."
Mr. Shuangyue didn't explain much. The queen suddenly smiled and discussed something with the people on her left and right. Because it was too far away, they couldn't hear the content clearly. But it didn't look like a mockery, but something else. But Mr. Shuangyue didn't care. He just leaned against the guardrail with a calm expression on his face.
"Looking at your appearance before, we thought you wouldn't participate in the duel." Bai Ya said truthfully. Miaobi Pavilion
"You are no match for her." He glanced at Bai Ya, "At least not now."
"..."
Bai Ya was somewhat sulky, after all, his words contained contempt. But he held back, because he knew that in terms of strength, he was no match for Lord Shuangyue now. What's more, if Lord Shuangyue confronts King Shura, it will save them a lot of trouble.
This process didn't take long. The folk customs here were fierce and the onlookers were not in the mood to listen to the story. They had already been murmuring in excitement, hoping to start the martial arts competition as soon as possible. The referee quickly stepped down and returned to the sidelines. He reported to the queen, then casually walked into the middle of Bai Ya and others who were discussing, and whispered:
"You have also made a decision about life and death. This matter in the ring is said to be about winning or losing, but in fact, it is simply about life and death. I won't mention it, but I will just tell you a story: A few years ago, there was a human man who was half His arm was hit by a blade, and he looked like a murderer no matter how he looked. This man was extremely skilled in martial arts, but he had compassion in his heart. He always hit the mark and never killed anyone. After winning three or four games in a row, the game was stopped by our queen. . Those losers seemed to have escaped with their lives, but not long after, they disappeared." The referee lowered his voice and kept the secret, "I was also here at the time, they were no match at all, and the defeat was not very good. At the end of the day, Well, we still have to rely on the mercy of that human being to survive... This matter is indeed harmful to the face of our country."
These words were just like ordinary chat, but everyone heard the implication and tensed their nerves. With such a precedent, the Queen's men must go all out. Either way, death is inevitable, but if you fight tooth and nail, there is a glimmer of hope. If the other party wants to live, he must not have any mercy and will not give himself life.
"Don't be too optimistic." Mr. Shuangyue continued, "If you sign a life and death certificate, you will not lose, only die. Although it is a three-win out of five games, in fact, you will win a big victory."
It's not that they didn't take this into consideration, but it was still chilling to hear it from Lord Shuoyue.
"Hey, we know. It's okay, trust us." Qi Huan said this, as if to cheer himself up.
Bai Ya didn't care at first, but he was a little extra worried. I wonder if Bai Sha would be angered by the Asuras who lost embarrassingly and lost their companions' lives when Bai Sha made such an incident. His father was more than capable of a one-on-one fight in the ring, but as the old saying goes, it's easy to dodge an open shot, but hard to guard against a hidden one.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the referee who was nervously raising his ears. The corners of his mouth trembled, but he finally didn't have the time to ask. The latter spoke very quickly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he stood aside, as if he had just made some ordinary explanations before the competition.
Then, he said in a normal voice:
"Please make your decision quickly, choose your opponent, and get on the stage to fight as soon as possible."
They hastily agreed that Qi Huan would take the lead and test the Shura fighting styles for their companions. He swallowed, touched his body, raised his eyes and looked around, as if he had drawn some will from the familiar faces, and his breath calmed down. He stepped out from the crowd and came to the Queen and others. Looking at the conspicuous red color, he singled out the one who proposed the fight before:
"I'm not talented, so let's compete with...this dear friend."
The seemingly weak monster nodded decisively to his monarch, walked out, and smiled at Qi Huan. How gloomy it looks.
Under the referee's loud announcement, the two stepped onto the ring from two directions, taking one step and two steps cautiously towards each other. The audience became increasingly uncontrollably agitated, whispering excitedly—and then, in unison, they stopped.
Qi Huan was making secret gestures, while his opponent simply lowered his hands, his sleeves covering his palms, making it impossible to tell the depth. The whispers under the stage became stronger and stronger, like the wind gradually filling a dangerous building when a storm is about to come. Suddenly, the monster took a step forward.
He didn't even get closer, he just raised his hand casually: "Broken."
With a whistle, "Qi Huan" suddenly exploded and turned into a cloud of smoke. A white shadow emerged from it and fled behind the monster in a hurry. He didn't stop him, turned around calmly, and grinned at the real, ugly-looking Qi Huan, with obvious contempt and provocation.
Bai Ya frowned unconsciously. Beside him, Liu Shenghan's low voice sounded:
"We seem to have thought wrong. This person is not just a busy civil servant. He is a monster and also knows Yin and Yang."
They all looked solemnly at the center of the arena. There was no transition from stillness to movement. Both sides immediately tried their best to win the battle before the other party saw through their own methods. Once the balance of the confrontation is broken, it is like detonating the accumulated gunpowder, and all kinds of magic spells burst out like a dangerous firework.
"Tsk, tsk, such a scene is rare in the Wu Kingdom." At some point, the chief referee wandered near them. Maybe he didn't like the solemn atmosphere around the queen, or maybe he was a little scared. "Although the magic of yin and yang is clever, if the caster is not strong enough, he will be defeated before he can take action."
Qi Huan and the monster from the Wu Kingdom were at least equally matched in terms of skill. However, in terms of yin and yang spells, it is not so easy to say. However, from the two or three intertwining figures, Qi Huan was sure that his true form was indeed the flower demon.
There were noisy discussions going around and he couldn't even reach his ears. Qi Huan's back was covered with sweat. A paper man stretched out his hand to support him, just to prevent him from slipping due to the cold ice spreading where he stood. In an instant, the ice melted into water, and the paper figure turned into a pitiful piece of paper as soon as it touched it. Qi Huan grabbed it and took it back, panting and turning his head wildly, staring at the flames suspended in the air and gradually extinguishing. The soil thorn he summoned stood in the middle, with a black shadow stuck on it.
Was the monster hit?
