[Part 1: Three lives are not enough to kill]
When the hand-to-hand combat ended, the bloody and cruel weapon fighting began.
The old butler Edward walked to g117 and whispered instructions.
"Don't risk your life."
"Oh ho?" Xueming was grinning ferociously, "When you threw me into the ring and asked me, a newcomer, to face thirteen thugs, did you ever think that someone would die?"
Edward's words flickered and he no longer engaged in verbal arguments. He just kept asking questions. There were many things that he couldn't figure out.
"Who are you?"
Xueming: "What do you think?"
Edward: "Why did Mary have you as her general, but she was killed by the unknown eldest sister?"
Xueming looked at the characteristics of the opponent in his memory and counted them one by one: "Leonardo, that piece of trash, couldn't protect the mistress. He was blown up to the sky by the enemy as soon as we met him. The enemy appeared and disappeared, and there were armored ships engaged in artificial rainfall - I didn't even think about it. Planning to make an enemy of John Doe, when Mary Stuart planned to recruit soldiers from the station and had unrealistic illusions about these mortal enemies, I ran away.”
"In short, let's save some respect for these distinguished guests. It's best not to cause any loss of life..." Edward stopped asking any more questions and just gave his sincere advice.
"Get to work, Arbiter." Xueming urged, asking the next opponent to quickly come on stage and die.
She has no compassion for these criminals. Kungfu is just a small game to strengthen the body, but when it comes to equipment, it means that the sword has no eyes and life or death is unpredictable.
The next opponent has arrived.
The bright knives were lined up in a row, and the weapon racks had been pushed onto the ring, asking the two contestants to choose a suitable dagger blade.
Xueming chose the simplest fighting knife.
Her opponent was short in stature, looked to be just over eighteen years old, and came from [Yin Langtong]'s camp.
He is a big boy, only 171 centimeters tall. He looks like he is underdeveloped due to not being exposed to the sun all year round.
There was a fierceness in this child's eyes, as if he was not afraid of heaven and earth, like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. I want to have a try with g117.
He already has several lives on his hands. Before joining [Yin Langtong], he was a professional assassin in prison, specializing in carrying out vendettas for various gangs.
He chose a hook-claw scimitar, which was his most handy weapon.
The two came to the ring and stood still——
——The old butler Edward said immediately.
"Start the fight!"
Yin Langtong's assassin son immediately stepped forward and attacked with a knife.
His steps are agile, and he wants to take the lead and force g117 to go to the southwest corner of the ring.
At the moment of hand-to-hand contact, the two men's weapons did not touch each other.
Xueming stared at the kid's shoulders and elbows with no intention of retreating. She held the knife in her left hand, and most of her close-range fights with the enemy's right-hand fell into the air. They were attacking and avoiding at the same time. , never intercepting the opponent's knife path.
After the two probing rounds ended, Xueming immediately changed to a strange posture of holding both hands together.
That is the posture with the forehand edge of the left arm facing to the right and the right hand holding the wrist bone of the left arm tightly.
Hasben didn't understand this knife-wielding posture: "What is she going to do?"
Little Xingxing explained: "That is her standard fighting posture. To deal with the hook-claw scimitar, the straight-edged knife is not powerful enough. The claw-blade can use the ring on the tail of the knife to switch between forehand and backhand. It is very flexible - my eldest sister is ready Using force to overcome skill..."
He didn't wait for Xingxing to finish speaking.
A sharp steel explosion erupted in the arena.
The probing thrusts that were originally not touching each other turned into fierce fighting blows.
The more Yin Langtong fought, the more frightened he became. He felt his hands were numb. It was as if his opponent had changed his posture. His light steps became thick and powerful. When he stepped forward to deliver a slash, the distance was longer than the distance he could dodge. The range should be a little larger, a little more.
It just so happens that if there is just a little more, you can't avoid it, and you can't attack while dodging.
Everything is just because of the change of the body's central axis——
——It's just because after holding the knife in both hands, the center of gravity changes smoothly like a pendulum movement.
He must give up the advantage of single-wielding and use both hands to hold the knife like his opponent to adapt to this attack rhythm!
Starting from switching stances, Xueming just did a very simple thing. The rhythm of her stepping attacks was thick and powerful, and her sacrificial thrusts became harder and heavier each time.
In this kind of attack where both wingspan and height are dominant, it seems that it is always her turn.
The moment his opponent showed signs of weakness, he could tell from the cold sweat that suddenly broke out on his face and his unfocused eyes.
The enemy has been unable to lock the murder weapon in her hand.
The posture of the knife was so upright, in Yin Langtong's eyes, it was as if the six-foot-long short blade was hidden in front of his chest and turned into a strange metal wire the size of a shining silver toothpick!
It is difficult for him to judge the distance between this weapon and his own face. He can only judge the sign of an attack coming in the next fight through the sudden explosion of the opponent's step.
It took almost only five seconds to do this four times repeatedly.
The hook-claw scimitar was snatched away by Xueming's hand, before Edward had time to shout stop.
The opponent's will to fight had not completely collapsed. At the moment when his wrist bones hurt, Yin Langtong saw clearly the action of G117 lifting his wrist and holding the knife stem, and immediately fought back. The thumb is still in the ring of the claw blade, so there is still a chance to win!
He suddenly tried to break free from the restraint, dragging the knife and twisting his wrist to regain control of the weapon.
However, a fatal silver light flashed past, and brilliant blood burst out from the kid's upper arms and trapezius muscles.
He was severely wounded by two swords. He was breathing heavily, but could not clearly see his opponent's movements, so he only knew how to fight back.
Followed by three more vicious stabs, Xueming followed the direction of the weak hook-claw scimitar attack, slit the kid's wrists and elbows, and stabbed through the armpits.
Blood burst out from Yin Langtong's body like a spinning faucet.
He was almost turned into a rag doll, every wound on his body was not fatal, and almost every cut missed the vital point.
He looked at his arm and armpit in surprise. The stabbing action was like a nail being driven into the body by a hammer, and then being twisted and pulled out hard - the rotten flesh and blood brought out looked very scary. , but did not hurt the lungs.
His right arm had completely lost its combat effectiveness. He only felt a strong sense of humiliation and roared at G117.
"You look down on me? Do you look down on me?! Come to the vital point! Kill me!"
Edward was about to call a halt and prepare to announce the result of the contest.
This Yin Langtong raised his right arm, switched the weapon to his left hand, and let out a terrifying roar at the referee.
"I haven't given up yet! I haven't given up yet!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a strong wind blowing against his face!
——The woman took a step forward and raised the knife to claim her life!
He raised the knife to fight, but was hit with a powerful arm fist that cracked his wrist bone. As soon as the claw knife flew away, he was caught by G117!
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The audience in the audience almost stared with their eyes wide open, and then covered their eyes for a moment, not daring to look at the cruel scene.
This is the time of execution, the time of disintegration of the body.
Only the horrifying notes of rustling and splitting flesh were heard, but there was no scream when steel and bones rubbed against each other.
These dozens of blows were being stabbed away from the vital points. When Butler Edward called to stop, Yin Langtong was like a target with a gun. He was stabbed twenty times while standing, and six more times while he was kneeling. Finally, He was paralyzed on the ground, and the soft flesh on his back ridge was separated layer by layer.
There were six more holes in his neck, and no single knife damaged the carotid artery or trachea.
There were thirty-three holes in his torso, his organs were intact, and all the muscles and tendons were broken.
His legs almost turned into a honeycomb shape, as if he had become a bloody man.
The eldest sister was covered in blood, her face was also covered in blood, and her hair was stained even redder by the blood.
She dropped the knife and spoke to Edward.
"Next."
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[part2·Battle Master]
Yin Langtong's assassin boy was in good condition after first aid.
He almost died, just a little bit. His brain shut down due to excessive blood loss. The medical staff first poured Lady White's products on him, and the little nurse almost fainted from fright when she peeled off the kid's clothes - he was Under this barbaric and primitive first aid technique, the knife edge almost grew together with the cotton fibers.
The density and depth of the wound were far beyond the imagination of the medical team, but no key functional organs were harmed.
Xueming urged, in front of the repeater: "Next, next, next."
Edward persuaded me, and he persuaded me very carefully.
"Wait a minute, the people in the Tanaka group are selecting warriors - don't worry, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry."
The old housekeeper looked at the bloody warrior and suddenly had an unreal feeling.
Where did this guy come from to find a backer in prison? She is here to dominate Hedland!
Just ten minutes had passed between the start of the competition and Yin Langtong's defeat. The specific fighting time should not have been more than a hundred seconds.
G117's whole body was steaming, his face and body were covered with blood, and he didn't intend to wipe it away. He just kept shouting "Next".
The [Tanaka Group] is a very traditional Japanese war gang. After watching the first few competitions, the samurai all showed fear on their faces. They were going to die without ever coming back, and they were heroic warriors who sacrificed their lives to achieve justice.
After only a few breaths, a well-dressed man walked out of the neat queue.
He and his colleagues spoke the Japanese language of his hometown.
"Sir Tanaka, everyone who has been fighting in Hedland, this battle, this devil, it is up to me, Taken Hanagata, to defeat it!"
The leader of the Tanaka group, Tanaka Ichiro, was very moved. He held the dead man's hand, his old body was shaking uncontrollably, and he almost shed tears.
"Mr. Hanagata, please! The pride of our Hedland Thirteenth War Gang cannot be tarnished by anyone!"
"Jian! Come on!"
"Brother Hanagata! Come on! Come on!"
"Mr. Amuro!" Hanagata Ken was surprised and felt flattered because a friend handed over a family heirloom sword: "I can't accept such a precious treasure..."
Mr. Anuro, the cabinet minister of the Tanaka group, took the matter seriously and knelt down to beg the samurai, holding up his sword in both hands.
"If it doesn't come in handy at this time, I will regret it for the rest of my life! Mr. Hanagata!"
"Yes! Brother Hanagata!" Little Xingxing had already run into the Japanese camp at some point, speaking in a pure left accent: "Maybe you are the only one who can stop her!"
No one cared where this girl came from, and the atmosphere in the Tanaka group became heavy for a while.
Little Xingxing didn't take it too seriously to watch the excitement, and kept cheering for the enemy.
"Expert in combat! The sharp blade that kills ghosts and gods! The hope of the whole village is pinned on you! Takeru Hanagata! You can definitely do it! This is the bond between Mr. Amuro, and the entire Tanaka group and you! Bonds and friendship can Conquer everything!"
Little Star waved her hands to boost morale and release all her enthusiasm.
"Have you seen that bloodthirsty and warlike demon king? The brave draws his blade to the strong! Mr. Hanagata!"
"A brave man draws his sword to the strong?" Takeru Hanagata pondered the meaning of this sentence. Half of the literary workers in the East Asian cultural circle were fans of Lu Xun. How could he, a Japanese, not have heard this sentence?
"You're right! Little girl! You're right!"
The swordsman took Mr. Amuro's sword and slowly walked towards the stage.
"My dear friends, my compatriots! Don't worry! I'll be right back!"
He drew his sword at a steady pace and assumed a fighting stance.
His appearance on stage attracted enough attention.
The samurai threw away the scabbard and spoke to g117.
"Wuxiang Tianliu - flower-shaped healthy ginseng."
Warm applause erupted from the arena. Even Mr. Hasband felt inexplicably proud of the warrior's courage. He couldn't help but want to applaud, hoping that he could live a little longer, at least he wouldn't be beaten like Teacher Beichen. The pig's head, or like Yin Langtong, can directly turn into a cake full of holes.
Xueming tilted his head and looked over his opponent's body at the little star in the Tanaka team.
"Are you serious?"
Little Star shouted loudly in Japanese: "You bitch! What nonsense are you talking about! Now I am on the same camp as the brothers of the Tanaka group!"
To be honest, if it weren't for Ryusei's two-voice shouting, Tanaka's team probably wouldn't have been able to find a suitable opponent.
The will to fight is very important in the process of knights' competition. The eldest sister's performance in the first few games was very shocking. What if no opponent is willing to take the stage?
Xueming went straight to the weapon rack and took out a four-foot-long steel mace.
"Damn it! Don't underestimate me! You bastard bitch!" Hua Xingjian shouted sternly, holding knives in both hands: "Do you want to defeat me with that kind of edgeless thing? Do you think that rough iron bar can! Can it be a match for the sword in my hand?"
"I think you don't understand at all." Xueming rarely spoke more. She weighed the trump card in her hand and pointed at the arbiter Edward beside her: "If the old housekeeper hadn't asked me to save your life, what do you think? Would I choose this thing?”
"Mr. Edward! Mr. Edward!" Hanagata Ken said solemnly: "Please let my opponent bring her famous sword to fight with me!"
Edward imitated Xueming's tone: "I advise you to be kind."
Hanagata Ken started to get angry like a child: "No! It's impossible! This is fucking impossible!"
Then he spoke to Edward in an ultra-low voice, an ultra-subtle whisper.
"If I were defeated by this iron rod! I wouldn't have the face to go back!"
When there was a huge quarrel on the stage, Yin Langtong's little assassin had already woken up.
He didn't even know how he survived. Hearing the quarrel on the stage and looking at the knife in Mr. Hanagata's hand, he suddenly laughed for no reason.
"Heh...it looks like it's real."
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Finally Xueming changed to a two-handed sword.
This size was also chosen based on the recast wand, which is her best weapon.
She held her hands in a standard neutral stance, with her center of gravity tilted slightly forward. She had a strong sense of attack, and was ready to stab her throat with her sword at any time.
Mr. Hanagata held the knife in a low position, constantly changing positions, trying to find a breakthrough from the opponent's changing pace.
If unarmed fighting is a competitive game where you come and go, using the relatively gentle attack power of fists and feet to determine the outcome.
The fight between daggers only involves the integration of hands and eyes, combined with the pace and body skills, and the reaction speed.
When it comes to the decisive round of standard weapons, it is just like the battle process of traditional weapons. If the difference in strength is too big, the whole process will be very fast, and the winner can be determined in just one round.
When holding the sword in the flower shape and walking on the right, you must use your right hand to attack proactively. There are three sprint steps in the sword stance, and the power is huge——
——The effect of active attack is very good, at least until it comes into contact with the enemy, it is very beautiful, almost extraordinary.
The slashing movement from the upper right to the lower left is done in a regular and natural manner. The tendon and blade of the knife are straight. If you want to prevent this knife, you will most likely lose your balance.
With this thought in mind, he continued to move forward and continued to increase his strength, fighting with all his might.
I saw G117 turning around with the sword in hand, using his whole back to bear the fierce slash. The sharp blade hit the slope of the epee, and his dancing posture seemed to be spinning and stepping to release all the power of the attack.
Little Star: "It's over."
In an instant, the offensive and defensive positions changed. g117 came to the killing position.
That was the moment when Mr. Hanagata stumbled forward and lowered his head to grab the out-of-control weapon.
That was the moment when G117 blocked the block with his sword, raised the sword above his head with both hands, and was about to drop the sword to kill.
In the eyes of others, he looked like a embarrassed wild dog falling to the ground. When he turned around, he saw that the hunter had raised his butcher knife.
This time, Butler Edward still didn't have time to stop.
The heavy sword changed its attack route, and originally aimed for the neck to slash with its head - cutting through half of Hanagata Ken's torso!
Blood splashed out like a fountain!
The eldest sister kicked Mr. Hanagata in the chest and finally pulled out the sword.
"Quick, quick, quick! Quick!"
she urged! Only this time he wasn't urging the next enemy.
"He's leaking! The spleen is leaking! Hurry!"
