It is an obvious fact that Qin Qianbai cannot beat the champion.
After the bitter battle with Werther, she no longer had enough energy. For serious physical injuries, only hasty first aid was given. Such treatment could not guarantee the ability to continue fighting. Not to mention the fact that she was bruised and bruised at the moment, even in her heyday before this battle, she would have had little chance of victory.
However, no one offered any advice.
Because the winner's unique momentum pushed her spirit to an unprecedented high. It doesn’t matter about strength or weakness, victory or defeat. The outcome of the battle is fine no matter what. It’s just about taking advantage of the momentum and shouting out the impulse in your heart——
Fight with me. Right now, here!
"good!"
The champion accepted the challenge without delay. People who practice martial arts should be so agile, able to initiate a fight at any time, and be at their peak at any time. He raised his right hand, and the glass on the top floor of the casino shattered immediately. The Cold Steel War Beast crashed down from the top floor, holding a bright silver broad-bladed sword between its claws.
"Sha!" The war beast shouted excitedly. The man in black casually took the giant sword and put it on his shoulder. He turned with one hand and entered the ring. "Starts in two minutes!" The man in black announced happily, and everyone could see the champion's mood at this moment. The discussion suddenly rose like a tide, and the official gambling game was reopened urgently. The top VIPs spent huge sums of money to bet that the winner would be determined within a few moves, and the eyes of the bottom gamblers flashed.
The moment the champion came on stage, the depraved and wild atmosphere returned to the casino, making this underground paradise return to its crazy appearance. He is the absolute master of the Cold Steel Arena, and he can stir the hearts of the fanatics with just one move.
"VIPs on the 7th floor, bet 5 million krits on 5 moves!" The voice of the robot dealer rang out one after another, "VIP guests on the 8th floor, bet 7 million krits on 7 moves!" There were more people betting on three rounds, betting on instant kill, Bet Qin Qianbai can't survive the meeting...
This is the grandest and craziest gamble in the casino. They spend huge sums of money not betting on the outcome, but on how many moves the challenger can survive at the hands of the champion. The sanctuary-like atmosphere created by the warriors painstakingly faded away in the sound of jingling coins. At this moment, unparalleled authority overcame the efforts of the players. Although it was invisible, it was so heavy that it made people breathless. Get angry.
Gongsun Ce on the second floor watched all this with cold eyes, and the Dawn Knight spoke in advance.
"I am against gambling and all other bad habits. Please be careful not to indulge in them."
"Of course, Miss Knight." Gongsun Ce smiled, "Wait a minute while I check my account..."
"No~need~look here!" Qiluo turned her laptop around, and a series of pleasant green numbers flashed on the screen. They were the huge sums she had won from betting in the past few days. "The previous bet was For this moment, show some dignity to those nouveau riche!"
"Well done, Qiluo." Gongsun Ce gave a thumbs up.
"I'll bet, I'll bet!" Rei Shigure geared up and pressed Enter. Three seconds later, the robot dealer's announcement sounded at the highest volume, and the chaotic casino fell silent.
"——Level 2, Mr. Gongsun Ce, Qin Qianbai wins with 100 million kri!"
For a few seconds, no one placed bets. Among the madmen present were CEOs of large companies and heirs of large families. They had enough capital to spend 100 million. But these people will not spend huge sums of money on a project that is bound to fail. Even if they love the pleasure of gambling, their rationality will discourage such blind and absurd bets. After a brief shock, some arrogant gamblers were enraged. They could not tolerate the foreign imperial guys showing off their money, and they wanted to place heavier bets to win back their own face.
Then, lines of betting signs quickly appeared on the holographic projections all over the casino.
"Level 2, Mr. Werther Walton, 1 Kri bets Qin Qianbai to win."
Ranger Werther, who returned to the auditorium, threw a coin into the small robot collecting bets and laughed silently.
"Level 2, Ms. Beretta Hadrian, 1 Cread Qin Qianbai wins."
Another coin fell into the little robot's plate, and Beretta took off her hat.
"Level 2, Mr. Lei Ming, Qin Qianbai wins with 1 kri."
The ninja put down a coin and silently clasped his hands together.
"Mr. Farrams...Mr. Zapur...Mr. Morimoto..." "1 Kerry and Qin Qianbai win!"
At this moment, there was an endless stream of announcements from the robots. Each warrior who had fought in or was fighting in the casino took out one of his coins and threw it into the silver plate containing the bets, causing the continuous announcements to drown out the people who were placing heavy bets. information. Those who can get notice in the casino are not only the rich people who spend a lot of money, but also the players who have fought here. Their priority is higher than that of any rich man, and one of their coins has a weight of more than ten million krits at this moment. This is a privilege given by champions to warriors. Those fanatics who use their lives as chips are worthy of this small vanity.
This is a gamble, a gamble between the weak and the losers. Even if you win, you won't get any benefits. You don't have the capital to make a comeback investment, so you can only give away a worthless coin towards the misty hope. But even so, you still have to bet, bet that someone new will defeat the champion, bet on the probability to an unknown number of decimal places, and a miracle will happen.
"Did you see it, little girl?" The champion leaned on the elastic rope beside the ring. "The people here are all a bunch of waste. They can't defeat the idiots with desire, and the mediocre people who can't defeat the strong. But only at this moment, this moment Seconds, their eyes will light up with the same fire as yours.
Ignorance and simplicity, absurdity and madness, the pursuit of the untouchable... That's really great, that's life, that's life! "
"I hate your self-righteous tone." Qin Qianbai said coldly.
"Really? Then try to defeat me!" The champion inserted the blade into the sand, "Champion of the Cold Steel Arena, Valens!"
"Qin Family of the Imperial Capital, Qin Qianbai!"
There was no need for the referee to announce the start, no need for any additional words, the two men holding sharp blades stepped forward at the same time. The champion took the offensive first and kicked up the two-meter-long giant sword. The champion held the sword in both hands and made a graceful slash like a crescent moon. Qin Qianbai did not dodge or evade, but used the blade of his long knife to fight with him. The moment they fought, she realized that this was an "extreme" cut. It could only be used after fully understanding what one was thinking. The sword contained the warrior's mind. There is no self-error in this kind of slashing. The way to crack it is to use the "foreknowledge" of the enemy.
The blade slid across the sword body like water, and was stopped by the spike-shaped "second sword grid" at the end of the sword. The strong muscles on the champion's back stirred up, and the softness stimulated the movement of the sword. It wrapped around the sword like a snake. The second sword turned with the sword force and grabbed the long knife. The edge of the sword was pointed directly at Qin Qianbai's throat!
Qin Qianbai's left shoulder dropped, and he raised his right arm to turn the long knife around. The blade pointed back towards the sword body to resolve the blow, and the handle of the knife struck the champion's lower body like a heavy hammer. After predicting the change of moves, he was able to make a perfect response. The champion sheathed his sword to block, and both sides took a step back. The third round of the fight ended. The man let out a deep laugh: "Eye of the Sky."
The fourth sword and the fifth sword were thrust out immediately, and the dreamlike two consecutive slashes were aimed at Qin Qianbai's eyebrows and heart with a speed that was faster than that of the Shenguang Swordsman. After opening the Sky Eye, one can grasp the enemy's every move, and the moves used while standing on the same level cannot be resisted in advance by relying on "prediction". If you want to quickly break through the clairvoyance, you need to be better and rely on a flawless heart that surpasses prediction.
"Quickly cut, Shen Lu."
A mediocre diagonal slash of the sword blocked the thrust of the fourth sword, and a left fist struck the side of the sword to break the fifth sword that followed. The broad-bladed sword moved upwards. The champion held the hilt of the sword behind his right wrist and turned around. With a cunning and skillful sword movement, he turned his head. A man's shout came from the whistling wind of the sword.
"Leak all."
This was the sword that Qin Qianbai had never been able to stop. It was at the pinnacle of leakage, and it was stuck on the edge of martial arts. In a daze, she saw the extremely cold snowfield again, and saw the man practicing his sword alone in the forest. His slashes hit the rock-solid steel, and his hot blood caused the snow to melt, causing patches of white snow to weigh on his shoulders.
The former Qin Qianbai could see it but couldn't understand it, because the feeling when facing Qin Ming was after all a fleeting inspiration rather than a normal state. Now she is no longer the timid girl she was yesterday. She takes a step forward with the knife in hand and rushes into the snowfield alone with passion!
The weapons clashed three times in the blink of an eye, and the warriors with impeccable hearts clashed with each other with their swords, just like the howling cold wind in the Cold Steel State. The sixth sword blocked, the seventh sword collided head-on, and the eighth sword broke. Qin Qianbai took the initiative to attack, and waved his hands with a sword that cut off the wind and snow. The phantom of the jade-faced Rakshasa with hundreds of arms appeared behind him. , and the sword-wielding warrior shouted at the same time.
"Martial arts!"
"ha!"
The champion turned sideways and raised his sword horizontally, letting out a hearty laugh. A giant that resembled a jade-faced Rakshasa suddenly appeared, and its extremely twisted figure was imprinted in Qin Qianbai's eyes. For a moment, the girl thought she saw an angel descending. The giant was wearing white clothes with wings and holding a book in one hand and a sword in the other. There was kindness and encouragement in his majestic face, making every viewer feel like a spring breeze.
But if you look closer and get closer, you will see that the giant has green fangs and is wearing a burning steel armor. A pair of bat wings are stretched out from behind, and the giant sword in his hand is burning with evil fire. He is clearly the face of a fallen devil!
Is it good? Evil? It's unclear, unclear, two completely opposite faces overlapped. The champion's slash came from diagonally below. Qin Qianbai closed his eyes and swung the sword, fighting with the giant sword based only on his intuition.
Zheng!
Qin Qianbai's hands were sore and numb, and his body and the long knife in his hands were shaken and flew up. She couldn't see clearly, couldn't stop him, and her defeated posture was full of flaws. She struggled to open her eyes, but the masked man's eyes were cold. The champion raised the giant sword above his head with both hands.
"The Tenth Heavenly Fire."
The tenth sword transcends martial arts, transcends limits, and reaches the ultimate stunt.
She could see nothing, could guess nothing. The slashing attacks in reality are approaching inch by inch, but the spiritual world is as blind as falling into an abyss. Following the inertia, she raised the long sword high to block and slash, and expanded the domain of the Wanhua Sword in an attempt to delay the champion's movements. She poured all her body and soul into watching the champion's sword. But that was a realm she couldn't understand...
I just felt that the sword was far away, as far away as the end of the world.
There was a shocking sound of metal shattering, and the long sword Wanhua was broken from the middle of the handle. All the glass crystals in the field collapsed, and the blade that had numerous cracks in the fierce battle was shattered into powder. The champion inserted the sword back into the ground and stood silently.
Qin Qianbai was still standing, her body swaying. A very sad wound penetrated her body diagonally, and her blood soaked her dark clothes.
I don’t know if it’s inertia, intuition, or simply a desire to refuse to admit defeat. She stretched out her hand very slowly, and lightly touched the champion's collar with two fingers of her left hand, leaving a little bloody mark.
Flash snake.
"What a slow snake." The champion sneered.
Qin Qianbai's hand slid down weakly, and the blood mark streaked down the champion's black clothes, like a faint scar. Her hands fell into the dust, and she and the damaged weapons fell into the lost hot blood and cold dust.
The champion grabbed his red-stained collar and smiled softly.
"He is a man of character...it would be pointless to kill him."
"Come on and challenge again after you become stronger, Qin Qianbai."
The man picked up the sword and walked off the ring alone.
The final battle in the unlimited arena. The winner, champion Valens.
·
Today is a memorable day at the Cold Steel Arena. The cheers and shouts belonging to the winner remained the same, and neither of the two losers in the two duels received curses, ridicules or ridicules from the gamblers. The cheers to the losers are filled with admiration, while the congratulations to the winners are filled with awe. The champion in black walked alone in the crowd. No one dared to get close to him, and a wide passage was made in the sea of people.
The champion walked among people's adoring and awed eyes. Once again, he felt that the atmosphere was so damn unseemly that he had the urge to scold him. He laughed dumbly when he had this idea, thinking that he was really getting older. The old people will always continue to point fingers at the actions of others, as if they want everyone to be under their own control, and the young people will just hit the road they believe in regardless of their own decisions, and will never regret it even if they hit their heads and bleed. The moment they regret, the fire in their eyes goes out, their strength begins to drain away, and they get old.
The champion felt that he was not old yet, at best he could be regarded as a bad-tempered uncle. He could just drink a glass of wine to lubricate his bones. He left the crowd and walked backstage, where a man's arm stretched out from the corner, holding a bottle of red-top whiskey.
"Aha!" The champion's eyes lit up, "I need this exactly!"
"You have always said this for so many years. Sometimes I think you are a broken diesel engine. Others burn oil while you burn alcohol."
Gaius walked out from the corner and handed the open bottle of wine into his hand. The champion took off his mask, drank most of the bottle of wine in one go, and wiped his mouth without any image: "Wine is a good thing. After half a bottle, I am 30 years old again. I am strong and invincible!"
"You are much stronger now than you were when you were 30. It seems that drinking is making you weaker." Gaius's answer was as boring as ever.
"Stop living so boringly, show off your style of fooling young people!" The champion slapped him on the shoulder vigorously, "Weren't we going to have peace talks tomorrow? Why are you here today?"
"I always come to your games."
"Look at you, you never miss an opportunity to win people's hearts." The champion pointed at the Vice President of the United States with his index fingers, "I'm so damn touched."
"If you are moved, do your best to protect me. Don't let the sword holder chop off my head." Gaius said expressionlessly, "Queen Gray sent someone to convey her opinion to me, and the purpose of beating her was achieved."
"The little girl also realizes that she can't help but step into the field of power~" The champion whistled and put on his mask, "I look forward to your wonderful speech tomorrow, great politician."
Carrying half of the remaining bottle of wine, the champion walked upstairs casually and returned to the box where he usually watched the game. The shards of glass that the stupid dragon broke when he jumped out are still on the ground. This lazy guy doesn't want to work and is dawdling underground before he comes up. Hong Yiqing left after watching the battle. Xu Ying had already disappeared, but Qin Ming was still sitting on the sofa, looking down at the endless discussion in the field.
The champion took out two glasses from the cabinet, poured half a glass each of the remaining wine, and handed them to his old friend.
"Looking at these young and energetic guys, they have their own thoughts and obsessions, and they even have their own martial arts at such a young age. When I became famous, there were not so many amazing and talented young people. As the population soars, genius becomes worthless.”
Qin Ming took a sip of strong wine and smiled: "That's why this world is interesting."
"That makes sense."
The two clinked glasses and drank all the wine.
·
Qin Qianbai's consciousness was groggy. She was floating in the bottomless darkness, as if she was falling but could not sink to the bottom. There is a big sword vaguely at the top of the darkness, which is the champion's tenth heavenly fire. She tried hard to look and think carefully, but she still couldn't catch it... couldn't figure it out...
Occasionally, a beam of light shone in the darkness, and Qin Qianbai opened his eyes accidentally. Ate was calling worriedly beside her. Everyone on the Morning Star was there, so it seemed like she wouldn't die, so she was relieved.
She settled down and continued looking at the sword, playing childish word games in the dark. How should we remove the fire on the tenth day? Is it the fire on the tenth day? But how can the sky have so many layers... 10 layers, 10 layers...
There are ten levels in heaven, she remembered. From the basic "kingdom" to the highest "crown", the top of heaven is the supreme sky that represents transcendence...the pure fire sky...
Thinking about it this way, the sword seems to have become clearer. She looked again and opened her real eyes again. She saw the long-haired man in green clothes, with an approving smile on Qin Ming's face.
"You played very well." Uncle Ming said, "Let's practice more."
Qin Qianbai closed her eyes in anger. She gradually sank into the darkness and fell asleep unconsciously while looking at the sword.
When she woke up, she stared at the ceiling for a long time before gradually regaining her memory and will. She was lying in her room in the hotel. The darkness outside the window told Qin Qianbai that it was late at night. A sense of depression and loss suddenly hit the girl's heart. She turned her eyes dullly and heard a gentle call from beside her.
"Miss, are you awake?"
Gongsun Ce sat beside the bed with a stool, his nervous expression made Qin Qianbai feel moved and wanted to laugh.
"Yeah. Still lost."
"It doesn't matter, there's no shame in losing even if you work hard."
"The knife is also broken..." Qin Qianbai said in a low voice.
Gongsun Ce was particularly optimistic: "If the old one doesn't go away, the new one won't come. I'll make you a better knife in the future."
"One hundred million krits is a lot of money."
"Originally, I earned it from the casino, but I just sent it back. Besides, it has built up a reputation, and it's worth spending it."
Qin Qianbai didn't know what to say, and seemed to have no energy to say anything else. She moved to the edge of the bed, making room for half of it, and patted the bed.
Gongsun Ce raised his eyebrows, took off his glasses and went to bed. The girl got into his arms and rested her face on his chest.
"Thank you everyone for accompanying me." Qin Qianbai whispered, "Although I lost, I saw a very powerful sword... I am very happy."
"as long as you are happy."
"But, after all, I still don't want to lose." Qin Qianbai's face showed a child-like dissatisfaction, "Next time, I will definitely win."
Gongsun Ce couldn't help laughing and gently stroked her hair.
"Okay, definitely next time!"
The tired warrior curled up and fell asleep like a cute little beast. Gongsun Ce looked at her like this and was about to fall asleep unconsciously. Half asleep and half awake, he somehow remembered the first battle in the casino, the humanized totem and the writing on it.
[Learn to stop fighting in a battle that hurts each other, make progress in the process of killing and killing, and civilization is born from the soil of barbarism.
I think the locals don't need my guidance very much. They already know the trick like this totem.
Mining with passion and forging with calmness can make steel. 】
