Monica looked at Si Wulu standing across the field with surprise, and Si Wulu also looked at the cold beauty with a wry smile. After entering the venue, Si Wulu suddenly discovered that his opponent turned out to be Monica. Among all opponents, there is no doubt that Monica is the one Si Wulu is least willing to face.
After the first round of chaos, forty contestants who stood out from hundreds of contestants were arranged for a one-on-one duel in the ring, and the opponent for this round was decided by drawing lots.
Naturally, Si Wulu didn't believe such an amazing coincidence. Even if it was a seemingly fair method like drawing lots, it would be easy for the organizers to incorporate some unknown tricks into it.
At present, it is a done deal, and this result cannot be changed by the weak Si Wulu.
Although such a duel was Si Wulu's worst choice, it made many people in the Colosseum extremely happy. As the most watched Monica in this tournament in Daslaga City, she may not be the strongest one, but she is definitely the most popular one. The moment she appeared on the stage, the audience immediately burst into excitement. When people saw her opponent clearly, the atmosphere in the entire Colosseum exploded.
In the showdown between the glamorous queen and the pretty boy, people quickly turned from "jealous" in the last round to "gloating". The atmosphere in the Colosseum reached a climax instantly. All kinds of cheers, jeers, and boos gathered together, like thousands of horses galloping, soaring into the sky, as if they were about to break through the sky. Obviously, the organizer understands the audience and knows how to make it lively.
Si Wulu knew that this competition was directly related to the life and death of the Nico family, and Monica especially needed to win this battle.
But Si Wulu also couldn't afford to lose. Since the "Eastern Wilderness War" three hundred years ago, the Huang tribe has been dubbed the "Sick Man of the Eastern Wilderness" by countries all over the world. In this foreign country, Si Wulu represents not only himself, but also the image of the Desolate tribe. If he fails here, I am afraid that the name of this sick man will be further implemented, and the people of the Desolate tribe will be even more neglected by people from other races. Looking down upon him, it made Dahuang suffer great humiliation. Moreover, Si Wulu also wanted to see the paths that those arrogant geniuses in the history of Eastern Wilderness had traveled.
Love and justice are so difficult at this moment. Just when Si Wulu was hesitating, he suddenly heard Monica shouting confidently across from him: "Si Wulu, don't hold back, attack me with all your strength. It is better to be defeated by my sword than to be injured in the hands of others." Down."
"Then Miss Monica, you have to pay attention." Si Wulu said quietly and seriously.
Almost all power users who prefer strength will be relatively slow in terms of speed. When facing such an opponent, the best way is undoubtedly to use speed to control slowness, and speed has always been one of Siwulu's advantages. But this time, Si Wulu had other ideas in mind.
Facing Si Wu Lu's mediocre slash, Monica didn't feel too much in her heart. She wanted to just use her strength as usual and send Si Wu Lu flying away with one sword. But considering that Meng Keer seemed to have a great affection for the person in front of her, the sword in her hand unconsciously lost some strength.
The next moment, the demon sword and the giant sword met in the air, but there was no unexpected crisp sound of metal impact. Monica suddenly felt as if her sword had hit a ball of cotton, and she had the illusion that she was too powerful to use it.
Just when Monica was surprised, Si Wulu turned his sword, and the giant sword stuck to Monica slid directly along the blade to the bottom, then took a step further, then drew the sword straight in, and quickly slashed towards Monica's arms. go.
Monica hurriedly withdrew her sword to block, and in her haste, she also blocked Si Wulu's slashing attack. Unexpectedly, before Monica could recover, Si Wulu dodged again, flexibly turned to his side, and then struck with another slash.
There is a saying that has always been circulated among the ability users in the Eastern Wasteland: One inch long, one inch strong. But at this moment, in the close battle with Si Wulu, the astonishing length of the giant sword that she was proud of was no longer an advantage, but instead restricted her everywhere. Obviously Si Wulu's attack speed is not very fast, but he can always attack her first. Even if there are a few times when she tries to counterattack, Si Wulu can attack first, forcing her to return her sword to defend.
Monica had never experienced such a frustrating battle in her life. The black-haired bastard in front of her seemed like a slippery fish, leaving her with no strength and nowhere to release it. Instead, in order to deal with Si Wulu Attacks are everywhere, and you have to defend yourself.
As a young genius with abilities, Monica knew that she had fallen into the opponent's rhythm and was completely suppressed. If she continued like this, she would definitely lose. On several occasions, Monica even ignored the risk of injury and tried to trade injuries for injuries to restore the situation, but the opponent seemed to have expected it and could always avoid it one step ahead. Moreover, the opponent's playing style is extremely cunning and sophisticated, always launching attacks at the point when her old strength has gone and new strength has not been released, which makes her always tired to deal with it.
Monica became more and more annoyed as she fought. Just when she was about to have a fit, she saw Si Wulu suddenly fly out and get away from the battle. Then he did a beautiful somersault backwards high in the sky and landed gracefully. At the other end of the court, he looked at Monica with a smile on his face.
Looking at the very familiar face opposite, Monica became more and more angry. Suddenly, bursts of burning pain came from all over the body. Monica knew that Si Wulu had actually shown mercy, because those burning sensations were caused by Si Wulu using the back of his knife.
Although she knew that Si Wulu was merciful, it didn't mean that she, Monica, would forgive him or not be angry. At this moment, Monica was no longer the genius girl from the Nica family who was calm and independent in times of trouble, but directly transformed into a willful little girl. Or maybe she was originally a willful person, but the family's difficulties forced her to work hard to become stronger.
And this frustrating battle with Si Wulu took away her disguise, and she shouted to Si Wulu with an annoyed look on her face: "What is this?"
"This is called an inch short, an inch dangerous." Si Wulu thought for a while and explained.
"It doesn't count just now. Let's start over." Monica then added: "You are not allowed to hide during the battle for a while." After saying that, Monica seemed to feel that her request was a bit too much, and a blush quickly appeared on her face. That extremely gorgeous face.
Si Wulu was stunned and replied: "Okay."
Frankly speaking, Si Wulu liked to see this unruly and unreasonable woman in front of him more than the eldest sister of the younger generation of the Nico family who had a cold look on her face and was experienced in doing things.
This time, Monica put away her contempt, concentrated her energy, held the sword in both hands, and assumed an offensive posture.
"Si Wulu, in the face of absolute strength, all your bells and whistles are nothing but clouds." Monica raised her giant sword high, "If you take my move, then I will admit defeat." Monica said with a proud smile, After staying away from Siwulu, Monica instantly felt like she was okay again.
"Okay." Si Wulu also held the Onikiri and focused on it.
Suddenly, Monica's clothes flew up without any wind, and an invisible air wave swept across the surroundings, even causing the dust on the field to fly.
I saw Monica holding the giant sword high above her head with both hands, the energy all over her body was violent, and there was a faint cyan current flowing in her body. At this moment, Monica was like a majestic war goddess, shining brightly and inviolable.
Then, I heard Monica yell: "The Killing of Seven Injuries and Flower Tears."
As if echoing Monica, countless colorful flowers suddenly appeared in the air, flying all over the sky, forming a beautiful scenery.
"It's the eldest sister's Seven Injuries and Flower Tears Killing. This is an ancient secret technique that the eldest sister obtained during an expedition to the ancient ruins. Si Wulu, don't resist forcefully, get out of the way." In the audience, Meng Keer's face was pale, He reminded Si Wulu loudly in panic.
The next moment, there was a strong wind on the field, and countless flowers and rain gathered into a stream, like a huge river formed by the flower rain, swallowing up Si Wulu. The huge flow of flowers was like a magnificent beauty, but wherever it passed, it was a mess and the ground cracked.
"Idiot, get out of the way." Monica couldn't help but panic when she saw Si Wulu standing there motionless like a piece of wood, and shouted anxiously. What a fool, he really doesn't know how to run away when someone tells him not to hide. For such an idiot, Monica is also drunk.
It's too late, but it's soon. In the blink of an eye, in the sound of Monica's call, the terrible flow of flowers had already appeared. Unexpectedly, the moment the flower stream touched Siwulu, it disappeared like ice and snow, like a mud cow entering the sea, as if it had never appeared.
The Colosseum suddenly became silent, everyone was shocked, and even the expressions of many strong men in the audience changed.
From the highest point of the Colosseum stands, you can overlook the entire Colosseum, and you can naturally see the battles in the arena clearly. At this time, Yinhai Mengcan, the originally careless controller of Dathraga City, suddenly opened his eyes wide and began to stare intently at the center of the field, with a hint of hope in his eyes.
"This is impossible." Monica opened her mouth in surprise.
But when Monica reacted, she immediately realized that the foreign bastard from the Eastern Wilderness Continent across from her had hidden his strength from beginning to end. Not only did she worry about him just now, but the family also lost the chance to get out of the crisis.
So, she walked out with a dark face and kept this grudge in her heart. In the endless years that followed, Si Wulu understood how terrible it was to deceive a woman. Of course, she selectively forgot that it was she who actively refused Si Wulu's assistance not long ago.
Si Wulu looked at Monica, who turned against him faster than flipping through a book, and silently sighed: Since ancient times, only women and villains have been difficult to raise! The ancients don’t bully me!
At the same time, Si Wulu secretly warned himself: he must stay away from this moody and incomprehensible woman in the future!
