Three days later, Cold Steel Arena.
The atmosphere in the casino was even hotter than it was three days ago. In the past three days, there were endlessly exciting unlimited death matches every day and night. Many people were so excited that they spent the night in the casino just to keep their hard-earned spots. On the conspicuous holographic projection that can be seen from any angle, the green numbers representing the bets are changing rapidly, making people can't help but imagine the green river of money flowing deep underground.
Fanatics who pursue excitement and atmosphere are crowded in the stench at the bottom. Dancers who liven up the atmosphere are jumping on the ring, and robots urging bets are wandering among the crowd. "The penultimate match, the odds are 1:1.3, there are 30 seconds left to start, 29 seconds left to start..." The countdown ended, the referee shouted the rules, and the spotlight was on the ring at the moment.
"The penultimate match of the day - Southern Ranger Falamus VS Thunder Ranger Wit Walton!!"
Farams, who was the first to appear, was a dark-skinned, thin man with short shaved hair, cloth strips wrapped around his hands and knees, and his eyes were as vicious as a snake. The blond man Werther arrived a little slower. The burly man, who was just over 2 meters tall, was wearing a tactical vest and trousers, looking like a standard ranger. He didn't even take off his sunglasses when he walked onto the ring, and the audience cheered loudly.
"start!"
After giving the order, the short-haired man Farams took the lead in attacking, leaping forward like a dark brown shadow. Werther raised his thick left arm like a shield to defend...but his judgment was wrong. Faramus turned around when the distance shrunk to the limit. The left fist that flew out was actually a fake move that confused his judgment. Faramus used the momentum of the air swing. Spin!
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Werther stepped forward with his right foot and kicked Farrams' ankle as a support. Faramus, who was well prepared, raised his left leg high when he was halfway back, and the swift and swift collision was like a living mountain rising from the ground, intercepting Werther's kick. Falamus's full blow exploded at this moment, and the second left fist came with a spinning impact to avoid the defense and hit Werther's chin from the side.
"Faramus's spiral fist is a surprise! The short-range blows make Werther's size a disadvantage. The strong man from the Nanyang Islands has an overwhelming momentum!"
Werther's head fell back and he was almost knocked off balance by the blow. However, Farrams no longer pursued the lower plate. When he saw the opportunity, he quickly hit Werther's heart with both fists. The continuous sound of the blows was like the sudden rain hitting the glass on a typhoon day. Werther once again took a step back and approached the edge of the ring. Faramus put his left leg on the ground and raised his right leg high. His knee, which had been polished into a murder weapon during long-term training, pushed against Werther's crotch!
This is a real one-hit kill, and Farrams doesn't intend to leave any chance to his opponent. But the collision that was supposed to take away life silently caused a thunderous sound. Farrams' knee hit indeed, and he hit the left palm of Werther Walton!
Farrams was a native of the Southeast Asian Islands. When he was a child, he honed his skills on the coconut trees on the island. Only when he could break the coconut trees with a single collision did he set sail and embark on a journey. In the long battle, he shattered the latest armor of the Northern Continent and shattered the head of the Manifestation Envoy. He believed that his knees were more indestructible than all the weapons of the mind. The mind condensed in the moves became his invincible blow. .
But today, the myth he had built with his blood and sweat was shattered. What hindered him was not the impermanence method or his superpower, but the mediocre palm of his opponent. In the eyes of others, it seemed that this was just an out-of-balance Werther struggling to prevent it, but Farrams felt like he had crashed into a majestic mountain. He could kick broken trees and scatter waves, but he could not penetrate the towering peaks.
Faramus raised his head in awe and met the man's cheerful smile.
"That's right," said Werther. "Come to me."
Falamus retracted his legs at lightning speed, stepped back, and raised his hands in defense. Werther kicked the ground with one foot and shouted loudly. The man's roar sounded like thunder, and Farrams, who was proud of his agility, paused for a moment unconsciously. Werther's counterattack was so powerful that Farrams bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to dodge and counterattack. A shower of fists and kicks came but failed to stop the man's attack. Werther only silently pumped his fists.
The first punch was dodged, the second punch flew back and avoided, and Farrams was forced to the edge of the ring. In the third round, Farrams tried to fight with a headbutt, but was hit directly in the side by Witt's left fist. Falamus fell out of the ring after the heavy explosion!
"Okay!" "That's how we should fight!" "Kill, kill, kill!!!"
No one paid attention to Farrams who fainted. Werther wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his hands to welcome the cheers of the audience. He thought to himself that after this gambling game, he didn't know how many people had lost everything, and how many people had become rich overnight.
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In the second-floor auditorium not far from the ring, several people were discussing the duel in the field.
"The gap between the players is so big that it's clear at a glance." Gongsun Ce said.
"Karate masters are actually rare, and it is easy to learn but hard to master the key points." Ninja replied meticulously.
The noble people with money and wealth gathered in the stable upper level to watch the battle, but that was not actually the place with the best view. The real golden area is the second floor. It is separated from the chaotic ground floor and the first floor so that it will not be contaminated by the filth of the madmen. It is slightly higher than the height of the ring and makes it easier to appreciate every detail. There is a special viewing seat specially set up for the ring players. At this moment, Gongsun Ce used his identity as a "coach" to get into a good position. The ninja chatting with him was wearing a bright yellow outfit and his posture was as straight as a beam of lightning. .
"Come back, I didn't expect to see you here again, Lei Ming=san."
"The reality is that Y·C Industries is on the verge of bankruptcy, and President Yamamoto came to the casino to earn funds for a comeback." Lei Ming smiled, "I myself also want to experience this rare event. Those who can reach the sixth game are at least close to it. The heart of the extreme state means that everyone is a big Venus."
"Extreme Realm... the guy who was instantly killed by Werther was also Extreme Realm?"
"It seems that Falamus has just entered the extreme realm. He is lucky to last until the sixth game."
A clear female voice sounded. Beretta Lang, who had just finished the battle, led her young female follower Fam up the stairs and sat down in the empty seat. She is a blond lady of average height. She wears a slim-fitting dark blue swordsman uniform with leather boots and breeches. She has a cloak half draped behind her and a feather on her hat. She looks like she just came from Hezhong a few hundred years ago. Walk out of the duel field.
"Congratulations on the victory, Miss Beretta." Gongsun Ce whistled.
"Thank you. Where were you talking about?" Beretta took the energy drink from the female attendant.
"I'm talking about the messy realm divisions of Huitian Shu."
"Strictly speaking, martial arts does not have as precise a division of realms as the Impermanence method. Before the extreme realm, we are more judged by actual performance. When you first start, you are an 'apprentice', and after you graduate from the master, you are a 'swordsman', and you have to make a name for yourself. You will be called an 'expert'. Only those who have reached the extreme level are qualified to be called 'masters', because only at this stage can they be qualified to say that they have achieved results, and all previous experiences are learning." Beretta Said, "The empire has made a more detailed division of the master realm into the 'Three Mings and Six Links', but I'm not used to using that. Where is Zero Island?"
"One to ten stages, and then the "No Promise All Chuan". "No Promise All Chuan" is a proof of mastering all the techniques in the school and understanding the true meaning of Fenglin Huoshan. Moving forward is to fully master one's own expression. People' can go one step further and pour their hearts into their moves. Each move of such a person has power that is better than the power of the weapon of the mind. They are the sword masters in history and the founders of the ninja village."
"Thunder=san, who are you now?" Gongsun Ce asked curiously.
"I am an expert at best. As far as I know, the only ninjas who have surpassed the master in this era are Shatter=san and Zuiyan=san, and they who bear important responsibilities cannot come to compete." Lei Ming sighed, "Leng After all, the arena in the Steel State is not a sacred place where the world's masters gather. Whether it is the royal family of the empire or the dragon species of the Sky City, there are more people with special skills who cannot come to the meeting and have to watch the field from outside the ring. The duel in... is a pity in reality, as incomplete as cracks in a dream."
The royal family of the empire... Chi Zijing? The president's martial arts skills are definitely not that bad, but that lazy man probably doesn't want to show his face. When it comes to the representative of the martial arts faction among superpowers, Badman is one of them, and as the most dangerous dragon species, he is destined to be inseparable from the Sky City.
What would happen if one day all the best players from all over the world could gather together and fight in a spectacular venue like the arena in a fighting comic? It has nothing to do with stances or grievances, it is just a collision between the strong and the strong, the purest battle...a decisive showdown...
Gongsun Ce imagined the wonderful dream-like scene, understood the ninja's regret, and sighed: "It would be great if that day really happened."
"In such an arena competition, it would be difficult for us to survive even the third game." Beretta shook his head, "Not to mention reputation, it is basically a stepping stone for the strongest."
"If I could see the strongest men fighting, I would be willing to lose." Lei Ming was particularly free and easy at the moment, "Oh, Wit=san is back."
As he spoke, Werther walked back to the box on the second floor with a proud step that was disgusting to everyone. He was greeted by someone's eyes.
"Hey, you can actually end the battle with one blow, right?" Gongsun Ce said.
Werther sat down and opened a can of beer for himself: "Enjoy the fight."
"What fun is there in getting beaten up by an opponent who is far weaker than you before taking action?"
The other three warriors in the box all shook their heads. Beretta sighed while summing up for everyone: "So the person who is the impermanent master is..."
"It's as if the three of you are not impermanent magicians."
"It's a problem with your way of thinking. You have no interest in enjoying the struggle at all."
"You're right, I wish my opponent would commit suicide as soon as the fight started and I would win without a fight." Gongsun Ce shrugged, "It's time for my girl to go on stage and I'll withdraw first. See you all tomorrow."
The three people in the box waited for Gongsun Ce to leave, while speaking words of unknown meaning.
"One move." "It's Flash Snake again." "One."
The last game started a few minutes later, with Qin Qianbai facing off against the manifestation wizard Zarul. After the initial sound, Qin Qianbai killed his opponent instantly with a flash of snake, without delay, and the three warriors on the second floor laughed at the same time.
"Is Flash Snake such a powerful move?" Beretta shook her head, "I didn't feel this way when I was dueling with the Qin family before."
"It's no longer a flash snake." Lei Ming asserted, "It's gradually turning into something new..."
This is Qin Qianbai's sixth main game, and all games have ended in the same way: opening, flash snake, instant kill. The girl didn't say a word during this period, as if she was telling the audience and contestants with cold actions, "Don't even think about fighting with me, a bastard who can't even hold up a flash snake." This scene seemed to have no interest in fighting and only wanted to win, which made many spectators who came to fight to the death feel disgusted. However, the three people in the box at this moment did not have a trace of contempt.
"You're taking it too seriously," said Werther. "Tomorrow, don't be fooled."
Miss Beretta drew out her rapier and held up a sword flower.
"If I'm instantly killed by Flash Snake, I might as well quit the swordsmanship world." Beretta sneered, "Who's not a lady anymore? If she's too arrogant, I'll kill her!"
Beretta left angrily, and the two remaining men looked at each other, both feeling that the woman was scary.
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"Is there any young person who is willing to share their experience and help the dim-eyed foreigners to do some popular science?" Hong Yiqing stroked his beard, "I can't quite understand what that girl is doing."
The top level of the Cold Steel Colosseum, the supreme realm dedicated to champions, was particularly lively today. The famous champion and the guest each held a pair of chopsticks in their hands and were eating "Golden Caviar Cold Supermarket 2 Cree Instant Noodles". There was also a hot-bodied lady with colorful hair who had finished her meal and was eating the crispy glass. Box dry eating foie gras.
This wasteful way of eating made Hong Yiqing look at him repeatedly. The cold steel war beast was standing next to his sofa, covering his face with his claws and closing his eyes tightly. The beloved rice bowl it had used for 55 years had just been eaten by the shadow as a side dish half a minute ago, and now it was feeling very distressed.
"Don't be so stingy, stupid dragon. I'll bring you a better one later." The champion reassured, raised his head and explained, "Qin Ming's niece is gathering momentum."
"You mean accumulating power?" Hong Yiqing said with great interest, "Can a martial artist store power in consecutive moves?"
"Well...it's different."
Qin Ming scratched his head, organized a while of words, and slowly explained: "The Kaitian Warlock does not rely on the aura in his heart, but refines the energy in his body. The moves, mental methods, realms... are actually the use of 'energy'.
After passing the extreme state, the mental methods of the predecessors gradually no longer work, and you have to rely on yourself to figure out how to use your own strength. Xiaoqian is using her own way to 'refining' moves, refining the marrow of her predecessors in the secret tradition and replacing it with her own condensed spirit and will. "
Hong Yiqing nodded and said, "I don't understand."
"Take the Flash Snake as an example. The Flash Snake comes first, emphasizes speed and speed, and is tricky and poisonous. The girls in the family have always liked it. But when it comes to Xiaoqian's level, blindly 'fast' and 'poisonous' are no longer If it works, what should she do?" Qin Ming was very patient.
The champion put down his chopsticks and explained: "Retrain new moves! If you want to use them again, you must kill with one hit and show the courage to win every battle. The more you win like this, the stronger your strength will be, the more concentrated your mind will be, and the more precise your moves will be." .Winning ten games means winning ten battles out of ten, winning a hundred games means winning every battle. If you keep winning like this until the end, will Flash Snake still be Flash Snake?"
The old man stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and showed a child-like smile of surprise.
"Ah! This has actually become a symbolic technique, just like the mind changes into constant principles, and the flash snake changes into a veritable winning method in practice. The result is reversed into the cause, and the super logical cycle is completed!"
"It's not that simple. These are just a few games." The champion laughed, "There are always enemies that snakes can't defeat. I would like to see how your niece will fight then."
Qin Mingyun said calmly: "Of course there will be other special skills available at that time."
"Return to Heaven, how interesting it is!" The shadow squatting in front of the window laughed, "Who will win tomorrow?"
"My children have a better chance of winning." Hong Yiqing said proudly.
"Xiaoqian will not lose here." Qin Ming was confident.
The champion put his feet on the table and looked like a ruffian: "It doesn't matter, I'll fight the same!"
Seeing the appearance of the four people in the room, the Cold Steel War Beast thought to himself that each of the big shots were looking at their virtues with the gamblers in the bar. Sure enough, the Heaven-Restoring Technique and the Qixiang Technique were getting stupider with practice.
·
Qin Qianbai walked back to the lounge No. 4, sat down on the chair, and slowly exhaled.
The night when she first came to the casino, the lounge was still a noisy and chaotic place. Players preparing to play crowded in the common area and counted others' admissions. The stench of blood and sweat made people frown. People who were not eligible to enter after three days have been cleared out early, and the casino’s official event building module transformed the lounge into the style preferred by the remaining players.
Nowadays, the house is full of antique log furniture. The powder shipped from the southern part of the empire is displayed in front of the sink. All dressing utensils are available, and even the sweat towels are made of fine silk. This is the first time Qin Qianbai has seen such a battle since he left home. It seems that Beidi really has no shortage of money for the facade.
"Thank you for your hard work, Miss~" Gongsun Ce walked up behind her mysteriously, holding a towel in his hand. "Want to take a shower?"
Qin Qianbai shook his head: "You're not tired yet, just wipe it off."
"Drink some water first."
The girl took the hot water cup and took off her clothes one by one, leaving only a pair of underwear. Sweat suddenly broke out with exhaustion, and there was a ruddy heat on the white jade-like skin. Gongsun Ce went to get a basin of hot water, knelt down and wiped her body carefully.
Gongsun Ce only concentrated on his work and never stopped for a moment. The tired girl closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed the care. The elegant room was clearly surrounded by beautiful scenery, but she couldn't think of anything.
Gongsun Ce said casually while lowering his head to wash the towel: "It's okay to take it easy, right? I feel tired just watching you fight."
"I'm practicing my moves."
"Is it because of this?"
"Going all out at the beginning is also a sign of respect for the enemy." Qin Qianbai said, "Most of the people fighting here come from all over the world to pursue their dreams. They carry expectations, responsibilities, and obligations, or they simply enjoy the struggle. Happy to stand on the field, each of them wants to fight to the end. I want such opponents to be convinced by defeat, so that when they think about it afterwards, they will only regret that they are not strong enough, but they will not feel that they lost unjustly."
Gongsun Ce had just finished wiping the front and turned to the back to wipe her back. Hearing this, he said, "You are really arrogant."
"how you said that?"
"More people can't see anything except victory in their eyes. People who still consider their opponents in battle are not arrogant."
Qin Qianbai smiled when he heard this: "It seems that I am really a arrogant girl."
"But if you only see victory in your eyes, you won't see anything else. It's just right now." Gongsun Ce put away the silk scarf, replaced it with a new one, and wiped her face carefully.
"Okay, done!"
Gongsun Ce handed over the hand mirror, and the girl in the mirror turned back into that white and tender doll, so cute that people wanted to hug her tightly and never let go. The warrior's vigor dissipated in this moment. Qin Qianbai grabbed his clothes and a faint blush appeared on his face.
She poked her boyfriend with her foot: "Ace, turn around, don't look at him."
"Okay, okay."
Gongsun Ce whistled and turned around, hearing the sound of clothes rubbing against him behind him.
Although she had seen, touched, and touched the last time she was pranked, the eldest lady was still reserved and shy, and would not allow anyone to touch her easily. Now that it has become like this, we still have to talk about the first three games on the first day. Gongsun Ce said excitedly that the eldest lady’s martial arts is unrivaled in the world and she showed off her style in three games in a row. Qin Qianbai said proudly that there is no need to say it and then immediately Sweating like rain, I was so exhausted that I couldn't even lift my arms.
Using the Shining Snake to practice his moves is undoubtedly a genius idea, and the winning streak so far has indeed increased his strength. However, on the other hand, this is also a huge drain on one's own body and mind. Every battle is resolved at the beginning, which means every move is equivalent to a fierce battle to the end.
Seeing that his girl was so tired, Gongsun Ce hurriedly took care of her with his own hands. So in the next three days, his nominal coach became the eldest lady's de facto personal maid. It's just that this girl was only so free and easy when she was taken care of after the war. When she returned to normal, she was still the shy and cute look.
Qin Qianbai picked up her bra while changing, her heart moved, and she whispered, "Ace."
"What's wrong?"
"I thought I would take the opportunity to eat more tofu."
"To be so tired and to move your hands and feet can't be described as incomprehensible. Okay, when you are not stressed in daily life, Mr. Gongsun, I will put all my heart and soul into doing it at all costs."
"As expected, Ace is a good man." Qin Qianbai put on his shirt and patted his shoulder: "Resurrection!"
Gongsun Ce applauded vigorously: "Congratulations on your seventh consecutive victory, player Qin Qianbai, what do you want to do next?"
“I want to eat local food from the Cold Steel State.”
"Okay, coach treats you to a big dinner!"
Qin Qianbai put on her bag and carried a long knife, and was led by Gongsun Ce as she ran out of the lounge and into the crowd. They walked under the colorful spotlights, their crisp chatter and laughter looming amid the deafening music. A decadent boxer in the corner raised his drugged eyes and happened to see their backs, thinking in a daze that today's illusion was really incredibly youthful. The two young shadows walked through the bliss of depravity without taking away a trace of blood or smoke, leaving only a wisp of phantom fresh wind.
