"The final winner of this competition is Zhang Lang!"
The referee announced the final result. On one side of the field stood Zhang Lang and on the other side lay Zhuang Sicheng's headless body.
The audience clapped and applauded, and Shen Changfeng in the stands also tied his long beard and nodded slightly.
"Good skill!"
Everyone has forgotten that Yun Ao just made a scene at the venue and killed several people, as if everything had never happened.
Only Shen Qianqian looked at Zhang Lang with extra sparkle in her eyes.
Before, she was only deeply impressed by this reckless man with a brave fighting style. But for some reason, from the beginning, she felt that this man was pleasing to her eyes...
Is it because of the battle between him and Zhuang Sicheng just now?
But thinking back carefully, Zhuang Sicheng launched a series of attacks, then staggered, and Zhang Lang caught the flaw and killed him... There seems to be nothing noteworthy...
Why does this man look so much more handsome now?
This is how the first game ended
After a short rest, the next game started.
In the first game, an indigenous master with an iron rod named Xie Yong defeated a reincarnator with a shotgun!
This game is going very fast. Just as Zhang Lang guessed before, top masters in the martial arts world can predict attacks and dodge bullets by watching you pull the trigger!
The reincarnator was relying on a shotgun to block the killing god. Unexpectedly, he met a real master. He was bullied in front of him and knocked down with one blow!
As for the second game, as expected, the winner was the yellow-haired swordsman Jin Minghui!
It was still a one-stroke kill, clean and neat, leaving no trace of mercy!
At this point, there are only three final candidates left in the competition to recruit a bride!
No matter how you fight these three people, you will be in trouble!
Normally one person should get a bye, the other two will decide the winner, and the winner will play against him.
But in this way, the person with the bye will also take advantage.
In the end, for the sake of fairness, the decision was made by drawing lots.
Fortunately, Zhang Lang got a bye!
"Well……"
After getting the result, Fang Yu nodded and looked at Xie Yong and Jin Minghui:
"Then in the afternoon, you two will compete to find the winner first. After a break, you will have a final with Zhang Lang!"
It was almost noon, and everyone went to the canteen to eat and rest, especially Zhang Lang who ate the most!
Others have forgotten, but he clearly remembers that he was almost shattered to pieces when facing Yun Ao, and spent a lot of energy in order to repair and regenerate.
Gotta make up for it...
To be honest, Zhang Lang has no appetite now after facing the despairingly powerful Yun Ao...
But regardless of whether it tastes in his mouth or not, he still wants to eat it!
He must eat, must win, must become stronger!
After having enough wine and food, everyone took a short rest and returned to the martial arts arena for the final decisive battle!
First of all, it’s the showdown between Jin Minghui and Xie Yong
Xie Yong is also a straightforward man, with a little steel rod in his hand, he rushed onto the ring.
Jin Minghui sneered and followed up, but when he passed by Zhang Lang, he paused and laughed softly: "I'll see you again after I take care of him... How resistant are you to being beaten? I really want to treat him well." Give it a try with a few cuts!"
Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes: "You can try it!"
"Hahahaha..." Jin Minghui laughed a few times and walked onto the ring!
With the sound of a gong, Jin Minghui moved!
It's still the same routine, sprint, draw the sword, and strike with extreme speed!
But this time, he hit a wall!
With a clang, the blade was blocked by the opponent's steel rod!
This was the first time for him to draw a knife without seeing any blood!
It has to be said that out of more than sixty people, only three were left. This last indigenous master is indeed no ordinary person!
"interesting……"
Jin Minghui opened his mouth in an exaggerated arc, slashed with the long knife in his hand, and began to attack!
Then Xie Yong also swung the steel rod, with strong inner strength, and fought head-on. He could only hear the clanging sounds of fighting, and the sparks from the blade and the steel rod were flying. The two of them were fighting evenly!
They fought like this for dozens of moves, and finally, both sides saw their opponent's flaw!
Jin Minghui opened it with a knife, and with a swipe, a line of blood appeared on Xie Yong's shoulder, and Xie Yong's steel rod also hit Jin Minghui's chest!
With a bang, the two of them were separated!
In this confrontation, Xie Yongshi was seriously injured, and the wound was not shallow!
On the other hand, Jin Minghui only used up one opportunity to block and was not injured himself!
Xie Yong frowned. The stick he just hit should have really hit him. How could his opponent be unscathed?
"What's wrong, brother?" Jin Minghui sneered:
"You just got stabbed once, and you can't stand it anymore?"
Xie Yong snorted coldly, pulled off a piece of fabric from his clothes, wrapped it around his shoulders a few times, tied it tightly to stop the bleeding, moved his arms, and picked up the steel rod:
"Come again!"
"good!"
Jin Minghui laughed, sheathed his sword again, and sprinted towards his opponent!
brush! The sword light flashed, and it was still the sword drawing technique!
This time they were blocked by the steel rod again, and the two started a fierce offensive and defensive battle again. After more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye, it was another injury-for-injury attack!
Xie Yong had an additional wound on his side, but Jin Minghui remained unscathed!
What's going on with this guy? I've clearly hit the target with these two sticks, so why doesn't it have any effect?
Xie Yong was confused, but Jin Minghui had already charged forward again!
Draw the sword again!
Or block!
A fierce battle follows!
Jin Minghui became more and more crazy as he fought, but Xie Yong became more and more frightened!
This opponent is completely unreasonable! If he keeps trading injuries for injuries like this, he will definitely suffer!
Slowly, Xie Yong began to play cautiously. Although he did not leave any chance to his opponent, he also lost the momentum of his stick skills. Facing Jin Minghui, who was attacking like a madman, he fell into passivity and even retreated step by step. !
Finally, Xie Yong had no choice but to fight hard!
puff! There were wounds on his body again, but the enemy hit by his big stick at the same time was still unscathed!
Jin Minghui, who was knocked upside down, sheathed his sword in the air, turned somersaults, tapped his toes, and charged forward again without giving Xie Yong any chance to breathe!
Or the sword-drawing technique!
Xie Yong could only use steel rods to deal with the enemy again!
But this time, he didn't hold on!
With a clang, the steel rod broke off and flew up spinning!
At the same time, taking off together was Xie Yong’s head!
Zhang Lang in the audience narrowed his eyes...
This Jin Minghui's sword-drawing technique is obviously several times more powerful than ordinary slashing!
Xie Yong's steel rod is also a precious weapon made of fine steel. If it is hit by Jin Minghui's ordinary slash, it will only leave a shallow scratch at most, but when he insists on using the sword drawing technique, he will always be slashed. There is an obvious gap!
Such a huge gap can only be explained by skills!
That sword used the skill of the weapon, or Jin Minghui's own skill, or even both!
Moreover, these four swords cut at the same place!
That’s why he was able to cut off the steel rod with four swords and kill Xie Yong together!
"Do you understand?" Xu said in Zhang Lang's heart:
"With powerful attack skills and at least three blocks, what are your chances of winning?"
"Less than 30%!" Zhang Lang said in his heart, but he had already opened his legs and walked towards the ring.
"You dare to go if it's less than 30%?" Xu seemed a little panicked.
"Currently less than 30%!" Zhang Lang said:
"Every time he cuts me, I have a better chance of winning! As long as I survive, I will definitely be able to defeat him!"
"I've already experienced Yun Ao's slashes, are you still afraid of this?"
As he spoke, Zhang Lang was already standing on the ring, banging his fists with his hands, preparing to fight Jin Minghui.
"You have the guts!" Jin Minghui chuckled: "It was just a warm-up, but you are the main course!"
As he said that, he had sheathed his sword again and was about to rush towards Zhang Lang!
But at this moment, a shout came from the audience:
"stop!!"
The two of them turned to look, but it was Mr. Shen who stood up: "Both of you are first-class young talents, so the finals will naturally be more grand. There is no rush... I think you two are also tired. Why don't we do it tonight?" Recharge your batteries and fight again tomorrow morning!”
Jin Minghui narrowed his eyes, and Zhang Lang also frowned.
"All right!"
The two said in unison.
"Very good!" Mr. Shen tied his long beard with his hands and nodded: "The two of you, please go back to the guest room to rest. I will send someone to eat later. Tomorrow morning, we look forward to the wonderful showdown between the two of you!"
Both men exited the ring, and the audience erupted in disappointment.
It's still early, so why does it end today? Do you have to leave some suspense for tomorrow?
But in this way, they are even more looking forward to tomorrow's game!
"You actually agreed?"
A curious voice came from Zhang Lang's mind:
"I thought you would hold on, and the guy opposite Huang Mao, I think he wants to fight more than you do! Why do you all agree to fight tomorrow?"
"Because we can't fight today!" Zhang Lang replied:
"If the two of us insist on fighting, Mr. Shen will take action, and the Shen family disciples will also take action to forcefully separate us... When he stands up, he is releasing murderous intent!"
"Why is this?" Xu asked curiously.
"I don't know..." Zhang Lang frowned:
"Maybe something will happen tonight..."
