At the end of the sixth game, Tong Zhan clasped his fists in salute and walked off the ring. As soon as he stepped off the ring, his ears were surrounded by shouts. Tong Zhan was unstable. Fortunately, he was helped by Su Qian's escort and left the battle area.
It was not easy for Tong Zhan to win the battle against Sakamoto Shinichi. If it weren't for the last moment, with his extraordinary experience, he saw through the opponent's routine, it would be very difficult to win this game.
Moreover, both sides fought for a long time, and both were injured. They had just fought in the ring, their bodies and minds were tense, and they did not pay attention to their injuries.
After the competition was over and he got off the stage, he relaxed physically and mentally. After the commotion that had just sounded in his ears, Tong Zhan became a little unsteady.
Under the praise of many people, Tong Zhan was helped to leave.
Everyone knew the importance of the sixth contest. At first, they were still very worried about this little-known guard.
But after getting on the stage and watching his fight, everyone was shocked. In the end, he directly won this crucial competition. How could this not make the people excited.
Everyone praised Tong Zhan for his outstanding performance and that he was a real master of Da Liang. All kinds of compliments lingered for a long time as Tong Zhan left.
After Tong Zhan's body adapted a little, he pushed away the two people who were supporting him and walked into Su Qi'an and Xie Cang's private room.
Tong Zhan cupped his fists and raised his hands to the two of them and said, "Sir, Lord Marquis, I am lucky to have lived up to my command."
Su Qi'an and Xie Cang stood up, patted Tong Zhan on the shoulder, and said softly, "Well, we know your performance. How is your injury? Is it serious? Go down and treat the injury quickly."
Tong Zhan waved his hand, "Sir, don't worry, Mr. Hou, a small injury is not a problem."
Tong Zhan looked very casual. As a warrior, there is no way he would not be injured. The injuries he suffered in this arena competition were nothing to him. Compared with previous injuries, they were just common occurrences.
After Tong Zhan said this, he did not leave. Looking at his eyes, he seemed to have something to say, but he was a little hesitant.
"You also realized something was wrong, right? Are you worried about Su Yong?"
Hearing Su Qian's straightforward words, Tong Zhan nodded.
During the battle just now, he noticed something was wrong, but if Su Qi'an hadn't spoken about these thoughts, he would never have dared to speak them outright.
After all, his identity was just that of a bodyguard, and the targets of suspicion were, of course, Su Zhe and Su Tai.
Without causing trouble to Su Qi'an and Xie Cang, there are some things that you should not say.
But Su Qi'an gave him a chance, so he naturally expressed his thoughts without complaining.
After listening to Tong Zhan's story, Su Qian patted his shoulder and said softly.
"Don't worry, Tong Zhan, I'm responsible for this. You go down and nurse your injuries first. As for Su Yong, I won't let him get hurt."
Hearing this, Tong Zhan nodded, cupped his fists and cupped his hands, turned and left.
After watching Tong Zhan leave, Su Qian did not return to his seat. Instead, he came to the open window in front of the private room and stared at the ring below without saying a word.
Xie Cang followed behind, also silent, silently watching the seventh arena competition that was about to begin.
In the seventh competition, the contestant was a folk expert recruited by Da Liang. This man was named Liu Hai, he was about thirty years old, with a strong body and a big stubble on his face, which gave people a fierce look.
This man was well-known in the city of Kyoto. His greatest achievement was that he single-handedly wiped out the famous mountain bandits who had caused trouble in the suburbs of Kyoto four or five years ago.
He chased them for hundreds of miles and killed several bandit leaders one by one. He used the three blood sword moves in one hand, which even a first-rate master might not be able to resist.
Among the Kyoto masters, he can also be ranked in the top ten. In terms of ranking, he is one or two higher than Zhao Qin.
Zhao Hai's performance still gave the people of Kyoto some confidence. Coupled with the victory in the sixth game, the seventh game still has a high winning rate.
Especially when he saw that Fuso was fighting with a short samurai, the contempt in his heart began to take over.
In their view, even if the Fuso delegation competes in the form of Tian Ji's horse racing and puts the strongest at the end, it is impossible for each of the nine people to compete.
All are the strongest.
Looking at Shinichi Sakamoto who was defeated just now, there is no denying that this person's strength has entered the first-class ranks.
But there is also a big gap between the first-class and the first-class. The nine people Fuso played were also strong and weak, and they were not that scary.
Xuedao Liu Hai is not as weak as Zhao Qin in this battle. He may be able to regain his face in the seventh game. Many people have this strong confidence.
Even Liu Hai in the ring is like this. He is not despising the opponent, but has extraordinary confidence in his own strength.
He would not make the careless mistake of Zhao Qin, not giving the opponent a chance to take action as soon as he came on the field.
Holding the knife, he took the initiative to attack. The bloody knife in his hand was swung, the blade was blurred, and at the same time it gave people a tyrannical killing aura.
Someone familiar with this scene couldn't help but exclaim, "This is Liu Hai's Three Blood Knife Styles. It seems like Liu Hai intends to fight quickly."
Hearing this, many people widened their eyes and stared at the bangs on the ring.
Liu Hai did this, and most of the people still agreed with it. The competition in the ring has reached this point, and everything is focused on winning.
If you have a chance to win the game, never procrastinate. If you procrastinate, you will probably be overturned because of a mistake.
This lesson can be said to be vivid in my mind.
"Well done, bangs, come on, let these Fuso people take a good look at it, I'm so cool."
"That's right, Liu Hai won this round and gave Da Liang a chance to win."
Many shouts of support rang out one after another, and Liu Hai, who was brandishing a bloody knife on the ring, became even more excited.
The bloody knife in his hand became increasingly blurry, and he shouted, "Watch the move!"
The bloody knife in his hand slashed hard at the thin Fuso warrior in front of him.
That kind of power makes people tremble just by looking at it. When the bloody knife fell to the ground, they could all foresee that this short Fuso man would end badly.
The moment the blood knife struck, the short Fuso warrior who had been motionless had a smile on his face. Then, he stretched out his hands to block the blood knife above his head.
The people under the ring couldn't see clearly, but the bangs on the ring could clearly see that the weapon used by this short Fuso warrior was not a knife, sword, gun, or any other hidden weapon.
Instead, it was a long iron chain. As the iron chain extended, it could not block his attack at all.
Anyone who practices martial arts can see this, but the short Fuso warrior did this.
This made Liu Hai sneer inwardly. Since this person insisted on seeking death, he would naturally not show mercy.
With a huge force, he slashed towards the iron chain, as if he was about to cut the iron chain in pieces.
clang!
As expected, the moment the blood knife touched the iron chain, the iron chain could not withstand the powerful force and was cut to the ground by the blood knife.
The short Fuso warrior held chains in both hands and retreated, barely blocking the blow.
Everyone present looked at this scene and shook their heads. Everyone could see that the blow was blocked not because of the short samurai, but because he took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the strength of the ground to be flexible.
Liu Hai held the sword with both hands and was about to deliver the final blow to the short samurai when a sneer sounded in his ears.
Liu Hai raised his head and dodged the short warrior who had just struck him. When he released his hands, the chain at that section was not cut off, but stretched a few lengths.
The short warrior took advantage of the situation and jumped up, holding the lengthened iron chain, and jumped behind Liu Hai.
The lengthened iron chain, under the control of the short warrior, violently pulled up Liu Hai's bloody knife.
The bloody blade came straight towards Liu Hai's neck. Liu Hai wanted to break free, but found that the chain had been entangled several times at some point, and his hands were also entangled.
He couldn't break free for a short time. Looking at the bloody knife coming straight towards him, Liu Hai gritted his teeth, twisted his hands, deflected the blade coming towards him, and turned it into the back of the knife. At the same time, Liu Haiying tilted his head, and the back of the knife slashed hard at him. shoulders.
Escaped a fatal blow
He was hit, but Liu Hai's shoulder was still bruised with blood from the back of the knife.
The short warrior twisted his hands, and the chain he pulled was once again wrapped around Liu Hai's neck.
Bangs struggled, but the short warrior was surprisingly strong. Under his control, the chain tightened step by step. Bangs' neck was so strangled that it turned red. In the end, his eyeballs were bulging out.
The sudden situation in the arena caught the people around by surprise.
Who would have thought that this inconspicuous short man could have such strength and be so difficult to control, forcing the eight-foot-tall man's bangs to be unable to break free.
As time passed, everyone could tell that Liu Hai was going to lose this round.
At first they thought that with the power of bangs, they could break free from the little man's shackles, but now it seems that not only can bangs not break free, but the longer it takes, his life will be in danger.
The veins on Liu Hai's face, which were bound by the iron chains, stood out, and his face turned purple.
Sure enough, after about a moment, Liu Hai shook his head, and the hand wrapped with the knife was slightly raised, signaling surrender.
Suddenly, the chain that was killing him was instantly loosened, and Liu Hai's bloody knife fell to the ground. He was half kneeling, touching his red neck and gasping for air.
Although he didn't dare, he knew that he lost this round, and if he was given another chance, he would not be the opponent of this short samurai.
In the eyes of outsiders, his defeat was due to carelessness, but only after fighting against this person did he realize how difficult this short man was.
To easily subdue him, a majestic eight-foot tall man requires not only extraordinary judgment, but more importantly, strength that is more difficult to deal with than him. .z.
This kind of power is like a snake. It looks very weak on the surface, but once he catches the weak point, he will exert 200% of his power and never let go until the prey is strangled to death.
Now Liu Hai understood that the weapon used by the short Fuso warrior was a long iron chain.
This is a personal weapon built for him, and with his methods, it can be said to be perfect.
In this round, he was defeated unjustly. If he encountered such a person, he would be completely restrained.
