The shadow remained motionless, as stiff as a puppet.
The wind blew by. With no time to look or think, Qi Huan rolled on the spot, pinched his fingers and waved - many "Qi Huan" scattered in the field followed his gesture and fled in all directions. The monster showed its body, and green thorns shot out from his hands, hitting in all directions like rapid rain, and one after another the fake figures rose into the sky...
"What a great scene. Although the Shura masters have excellent fighting consciousness, and their punches and kicks naturally contain spiritual power, their respect for fighting is still higher than all fancy spells."
The referee seemed to be sighing unintentionally, and after speaking, he pouted at the spectators: "The people of this country are also deeply affected... Everyone is looking at it strangely, but at the core, they are still martial arts."
He stopped clicking, put his hands behind his back, and wandered away. Bai Ya had a sullen face, they had no intention of showing off to the onlookers. The focus right now is which one of the two people fighting with spells on the stage can gain the upper hand. The overwhelming spells dispersed Qi Huan's paper figures, and the oleander flower demon also took away the puppet clones and clicked on the remaining figures one by one. They were all seen through, and almost all of Qi Huan's paper-man disguise left on the stage was seen through. The fewer human figures there were, the more worried Bai Ya and the others became, breaking into a cold sweat.
What they were looking at was the surroundings of the flower demon. The remaining figures were indistinguishable from real to fake, and they didn't know which one was their friend. These shadows are so similar - their action trajectories as they get closer and closer to their opponents are also very similar.
The number of paper figures suddenly increased and decreased, but they were not exhausted. The flower demon saw the clues that it was the real body hidden somewhere in it, and was constantly recycling the paper figures and then scattering them out. He moved around in the smoke and flash, never forgetting to sigh, or rather jeer:
"Hide your head and shrink your tail, and have no magnanimity. The light of the firefly also wants to compete with our martial country for glory?"
He rushed over quickly and patted another paper man. In the smoke and dust, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.
The moment the flower demon took action, Qi Huan slapped him on the back! After this blow, people could clearly see through the diffuse smoke that there was a mass of red that was about to move in it. Qi Huan's palms were burning with fire. It was probably because his own hands were wrapped in white cloth and painted with something to isolate the fire and prevent himself from being burned.
He knew very well that the flower demon was a tree, and the most fearful spell was fire.
Even Jun Aoyan, who had been a little distracted, stood up and straightened his spine with concern. She saw the flower demon tremble. Just a shudder.
The four of them held their breath and heard the flower demon say coldly:
"It's a small trick. This little strength is not enough to kill a chicken, but you want to kill me... ugh!"
At this moment, he twitched his fingers extremely quickly, as if he had touched some invisible mechanism, and the movement was so small that it was difficult to detect. In an instant, some sharp weapon suddenly pierced the Flower Demon's body, and the sound of muscle splitting followed immediately after the friction of metal.
The flower demon lowered his head in disbelief. In the arena where his vision was clear again, the audience he faced all saw the water stains on his chest and abdomen just like him.
The smoke and sparks all over the place seemed to have solidified, and in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared.
The real Qi Huan could hear the onlookers on the other side in an uproar behind him. As if he didn't hear anything, he jerked his hand and pulled out the sharp blade from the twitching body in front of him. As he moved, liquid gurgled down, and the monster fell to his knees on the ring. Vein-like veins appeared on his face, his lips trembled with difficulty, and he raised his head to look at the opponent who had circled in front of him. At this moment, he could no longer utter any mockery.
Qi Huan knelt down, wiped the hidden sword in his hand on his clothes, and muttered to himself:
"I don't intend to shoot you to death either!"
His voice was not loud and the people in the audience could not hear him clearly. His friends happened to be standing on the side and saw the entire assassination process clearly. Bai Ya's eyes widened, while Jun Aoyan slowly closed her slightly parted lips, and spoke again after a long while:
"Is this the... hidden weapon he polished a few days ago?"
"It looks like it is indeed the case." Liu Shenghan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Qi Huan not only polished the hidden weapon slightly, but also added a special metal bracelet, which was hidden in the cuffs. He only needs to move a little bit, and a sharp hidden sword will come out of the ring, and it will break through like a bamboo.
Under the surprised gazes of the crowd, Qi Huan clapped his hands as if nothing had happened and wiped the hidden sword with green juice on his hands. Then, he pushed the hidden blade back lightly and shook his sleeve. Looking at it again, he looked no different from the empty-handed look he had before.
This casual conversation was almost drowned in the overwhelming boos. Everyone was shouting excitedly and contemptuously, angry at this "sneak attack", angrily blaming the outsider for his inability to win and having no martial virtue at all. In the commotion, Qi Huan, who had not yet stepped off the stage, naturally understood the general idea and shouted back with his neck straight:
"There are no rules. Who said backstabbing can't work! If you win, you win. If you are willing to accept defeat, you have already agreed!"
After saying that, he trotted away and returned to his companions - it was not worthwhile for one person to scold a whole city. What greeted him was also a series of complicated and incomprehensible looks, especially Bai Ya's usually calm face was almost twisted at this moment.
Only Mr. Shuangyue still looked indifferent. At this moment, he gained some energy, raised his eyelids, and looked at Qi Huan with an unprecedented serious look: Wenbi Zhai
"The so-called victory without force is also the great wisdom of martial arts. Since you are risking your life in a showdown, it is a matter of life and death, so it is only about life and death. If you are not willing to be cruel and ruthless, some even more vicious people will swing their swords at you. ; If you insist on being aboveboard, you will only end up in endless filth and filth." A faint smile appeared on his face, like the cracked traces on the dry river bed, "If I had been strict with my methods, I would have long ago not known where to bury my bones. I think this little friend has some potential as an assassin. If I have time someday, I won't hesitate to give you some advice."
The most powerful assassin in the world has spoken. No matter how much the mediocre people chatter, it is naturally nothing more than noise.
During their brief conversation, Wu Zuo went on stage to perform an autopsy, and the arena personnel also hurriedly came to move the body away and hastily cleaned the stage. The queen on the other side had an expressionless face. She tilted her head slightly and glanced at the guards behind her.
Beside her, an exceptionally tall and muscular Shura took a step forward. He looked unkind, and cast provocative glances from the air, as if they were real.
"I'll do it." Liu Shenghan looked at the approaching referee and said. "The one next to the king, let me wait for a while."
Bai Ya's eyebrows jumped: "Didn't I say earlier that I would take him down to relieve the pressure on you..."
Not only him, Qi Huan and Ao Yan also looked worried. Liu Shenghan pressed Aoyan's shoulders comfortingly.
"It's okay, don't worry."
She stepped forward to face the referee, said something in front of her opponents, and entered the ring with the tough-looking Shura. Bai Ya sent her off with his eyebrows furrowed, while Jun Aoyan's expression could be described as anxious:
"In case... I mean just in case, should we be ready and rush to the stage at any time?"
"This is different from what we promised before." Qi Huan gritted his teeth and said, "Oh, I really didn't expect this just now. Even if we can save him in time, those Shura have already lost a comrade, so how can they be like this?" Forget it?"
Mr. Shuangyue had rarely spoken at length before, but then he folded his hands silently. The old god stood aside, seemingly not caring about the life and death of his old acquaintance. At this moment, listening to the anxious whispers of the two people, he finally couldn't help it, and there was a strange movement at the corner of his mouth. When he raised his head, he saw that Bai Ya, who had not spoken much, had a sullen face and his hand was touching the knife thoughtfully.
His fingers couldn't help but twitch, as if he wanted to lift them up to hold his forehead. In the end, he just turned his head away and sighed in a medium voice:
"Stop arguing, worry about me. Since I met...Liu Shenghan, I have never seen her suffer a loss."
The person who bears the worries of his friends is still as calm and calm as usual. Shura, who was opposite Liu Shenghan, crossed his arms and lowered his head exaggeratedly, as if looking down at a delicate flower on the ground:
"We're throwing our fists out, but we can't hold them back. If you regret it, get off the stage now and you can still escape with your life. I don't want my brothers to laugh out loud and say that I bully humans. I'm still a female. .”
"I didn't know that the generals around Queen Wu had a lot of gossip." Liu Shenghan raised his eyes calmly, "Fight, I am your opponent."
Shura bared his teeth and smiled. Without any warning, he raised his fist and punched Liu Shenghan, and the sound of breaking wind exploded in the air. Liu Shenghan lifted his weight as lightly as he could, swaying slightly and missing the punch by a hair. Unexpectedly, Shura spoke contemptuously, but there was no sign of contempt when he took action. As if he had expected it, he bowed and charged forward, using his moves as soon as possible. His fists turned into claws in a flash, and his attack was like a gust of wind and rain, chasing after Liu Shenghan.
In this strong wind, Liu Shenghan was like catkins flying in the air. He ducked out of the way lightly. He looked more and more dangerous, but he didn't let the heavy rain of fists and feet get on his clothes. Her steps kept interlacing, and her hands were swaying. As she moved, the paintbrushes were shaken out one after another, floating strangely in the air, flying in response to her gestures, as if they were splashing ink on an invisible canvas, but they didn't know what picture they were tracing.
The area around the arena, which had been quiet for a while, gradually started to buzz with murmurs again, and became more and more intense. Bai Ya understood that the heart-wrenching scene in the eyes of his own people would be extremely boring if it fell to the crowd watching the excitement.
One is serious about fighting, the other is hiding wholeheartedly, is it over yet?
Suddenly, the crowd's discussion dropped, and then rose up, like a rising tide. They all noticed that the extremely brave Shura suddenly tilted his body due to unknown evil. As if he saw something coming, he leaned forward and kicked his legs into the air. He was knocked out of the air and almost fell to the ground.
But there was nothing around him except a few pens spinning in the air. Liu Shenghan had already dodged away.
The onlookers were confused, but her friends saw the clues.
"Is she using an illusion?" Jun Aoyan murmured.
Liu Shenghan's figure was as elegant as a dance. There were several paintbrushes floating in the field, but somehow she could always catch one in her hand. The constantly flying pen makes the scene look like a juggling act. To outsiders, it appears to be clear and slow, making it difficult to fathom.
Her opponent is even more confusing. At the beginning, he could still cling to Liu Shenghan's shadow, always disrupting her rhythm and preventing her from casting spells too leisurely. But he gradually became a person who was in a state of chaos, twisting his waist for a while, gesticulating wildly for a while, and at the most suspenseful moment, he almost fell off the ring.
In the eyes of the audience, it was like there were two flies on the stage, bumping around aimlessly but not hitting each other. Seeing that no one paid any attention to them, more and more people chatted loudly, just to cheer themselves up. No one paid attention to how long this laxity lasted. Suddenly someone exclaimed in surprise. They slapped the people around them vigorously and motioned to watch back to the stage with them.
