"...Half a box of cigarettes reached out and took out a Overlord Gun! Although it was just a gun body made of wood, the length was still very manly! Oh, he stabbed it with one shot! Huanmeng didn't dare to take it hard! He hid in the weapon rack The back...ah!"
"The old man also drew his sword! For the first time in his life, he drew his sword!"
The scene in the center of the stage was still covered by the heavy rain, and even every corner of the venue was filled with the rustling sound of rain hitting the ground. However, the audience at the scene was already stunned by the sudden change and sudden outbreak of battle in the military camp. Attracted, so all the attention was focused on the corner of the martial arts arena, the battle between the two drowned rats - just after the general shouted, the man in half-armor on the left side of the weapons rack was unceremonious. He took out the weapon he had already chosen, and then launched a seamless attack on the man in the trench coat opposite him just as described in the description of the flowers. "The sound of nature is small" said WWW. ⒉The wooden gun barrel moved rapidly in the rain curtain, and in an instant it made three large circles around the space next to the weapon rack. The momentum of opening and closing swept away countless raindrops, and at the same time, it also pushed his opponent out of the frame. Fight from the front to the back, and then fight from the back to the open space further away from the martial arts field.
"I didn't expect this guy to be good at using guns."
Looking at the large number of banned weapons and equipment on the screen, Duan Qing sighed and said: "I thought this mad warrior could only use a big sword..."
"This is the original design intention of this game." Fanhua Sijinzhen replied: "This world prohibits your own weapons, and at the same time provides you with so many weapons, so its original intention should be to use the weapons of your choice. Fight with the opponent! Judging from the current situation, Half a Pack of Cigarettes seems to understand this rule earlier than the opponent, and..."
"His marksmanship also fits his style very well."
call--
The tip of the gun covered in animal skin swirled with water droplets, sweeping everything in front of him a few meters away. The man suddenly put away the gun, and then with a consistent force, with a huge force, he shot Huanmeng still. In front of me who was hiding everywhere. The soil mixed with rainwater was stirred up by this shot, and huge flowers like waves were scattered, and then scattered with the footsteps of half a box of cigarettes, revealing a man in a windbreaker who had just finished dodging and had no new strength, and was followed closely. The picture of the gun being stabbed. In the dull sound of impact, Huanmeng's body was sent farther into the air by the force, and then waving his limbs, he landed on the ground like a flamboyant flying squirrel: "Sweeping heavy slash followed by stabbing attack! This set is completed in one go, without any fuss." It seems that the intention of dragging one's feet is really practiced! As expected, our invincible Comrade Huanmeng of the universe was hit by the trick as expected and fell... Huh?"
"Why didn't he lose any blood? Did I make a mistake again?" The unexpected scene was not seen, which made Fanhua Sijin's voice lowered involuntarily: "I blew it for a long time, but in the end I was still beaten by the other party. Did you hide away?"
"Take a good look at the tip of that wooden gun."
Duan Qing's voice was a little weak: "What kind of lethality can a gun head wrapped in animal skin... have?"
"...What?" Blossom's eyes gradually widened: "Then...that's a big deal! You are not allowed to use your own weapon, and your weapon does no harm. If you want to kill the other party...you have to... Are you going to fight until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse?"
"So... this is an undisputed training battle."
Looking at the man in the trench coat who rushed back on the screen, Duan Qing's voice contained a hint of explanation: "The so-called training battle is a competition that causes almost no harm. If you want to defeat your opponent in such a competition, either Rely on your own strength and luck, or rely on special rules to defeat your opponent. This is what these two people need to solve now, so..."
"How do you know that all weapons have no lethality?" Duan Qing said with a smile: "Maybe there will be a surprise."
boom!
It seemed that he had noticed the secret of this game at the same time. Huanmeng, who rushed up like a wolf and a tiger, had no intention of fighting the opponent. He suddenly turned around and got through the rain curtain next to the half-pack of cigarettes. The armored man who also realized something also threw the wooden gun in his hand, hitting it directly on the soil behind Huanmeng, then turned around at the same time and ran towards the weapon rack in unison. After two big leaps, the two of them returned to the weapon rack at the same time, then reached out at the same time and each picked up a new training weapon.
Bang!
Huan Meng slashed the wooden ax in his hand to the top of the half box of cigarettes, and was blocked by the half box of cigarettes who had also just picked up a wooden stick.
"Wooden stick versus wooden axe! An earth-shattering blow!"
"What a shock to your sister. The damage caused by the raindrops is probably greater than them..."
While Duan Qing was complaining that he couldn't laugh or cry, Huanmeng, who had stretched out one hand, suddenly stopped his movements, raised his wrist at the same time, and lifted the ax handle he had loosened into the air. The ax stuck by the wooden stick circled half a circle around the wooden stick, and a stick hit the half-box of cigarettes on the forehead, and then fell to the ground with a thud as the opponent retreated. on the ground. The tall man covering his head quickly regained his balance, stamped his feet bitterly, and then threw the long stick in his hand with all his strength in the heavy rain: "What a beautiful idea!"
"I'll grab it!"
The embarrassed figures were entangled in front of the weapon rack for a while, and then separated again, but this time Huanmeng had a wooden sword in his hand, and the half-pack of cigarettes held two short sticks.
"Both sides are still changing weapons! It seems that they won't stop until they find some surprise!" Fanhuasijian shouted loudly: "But the two weapons at the moment are still not what they are looking for. Look. They will soon suffer the same fate of being abandoned..."
"Weapon proficiency is only relative. It is not unacceptable to use weapons that you are not good at." Duan Qing explained in a slightly serious voice: "For example, now, that wooden sword... I just look at it. Very suitable."
"That's you, right?" Fanhua Sijin said in a high voice: "Giving you sword weapons may be the most suitable, but for them..."
"I'm not just talking about their abilities." Duan Qing interrupted: "I'm referring to the comparison of two weapons. If the level and basic skills are the same, the long sword should be dominant. , as to whether this is the case...hey."
"As far as I know, that guy should have also practiced."
Bang!
The sound of wood hitting each other once again sounded in the center of the stage, and this time he was still in a defensive position holding a half-pack of cigarettes with a short stick. Huanmeng, who was holding a sword in one hand, held onto his collar and smiled slightly. He stabbed the long sword in his hand three times quickly, and then with a backhand sword as the opponent continued to retreat, he slashed at the side of the waist where two short sticks could be held up. Above: "The response is pretty quick..."
"...You can actually use three consecutive stabs?"
"Brother, this is a wooden sword. A wooden sword is such a light thing..."
The swords facing each other suddenly retreated to the rear, and at the same time, the body of the man in the windbreaker spun like the wind: "It's not as simple as a toy to swing!"
In the splash of mud, Huan Meng, who was sinking suddenly, dropped the opponent to the ground with a sweeping kick. Then he stood up, raised his sword, and stabbed toward the opponent's face: "Ha!"
"..."
"...Damn it, I forgot that this is a wooden sword."
After uttering these words feebly, Huan Meng watched helplessly as his wooden sword was broken into two pieces by the opponent's armor. Then he turned around and hit himself with two sticks.
"The old man was beaten again! But he still didn't lose any blood!" Fanhua's voice also sounded a little confused: "So far, neither side has caused any real damage. How can this game be divided?" Is there a winner?"
"That general... why do I think I've seen it somewhere?" Duan Qing's voice suddenly asked: "Where is the military camp where they are?"
"Well... it's a place called Azimoka Plains." Fanhua Sijin checked the information, and then replied thoughtfully: "I've never heard of this place... What's wrong?"
"...I haven't heard of it either."
Duan Qing shook his head and replied: "But... that general seems to have been looking over here."
boom!
In the scene of splashing mud, the man in the trench coat who was knocked to the side once again dodged two attacks from the opponent's weapon throws, then suddenly turned over and returned to the side of the weapon rack. His eyes kept looking back and forth, but Huan Meng's body didn't stop at all. While waving the broken sword in his hand towards the half-pack of cigarettes that was approaching, he checked everything on the weapon rack: "This What kind of military camp is this? Soldiers are not allowed to use real swords or guns during training..."
call--
A certain focus in his consciousness sounded the alarm bell. Huan Meng suddenly turned around and rolled before his opponent could pounce on him, avoiding the bite that seemed to kill half a box of cigarettes. The man in the trench coat who climbed up covered in mud took another gap and passed by the pursuit. Then he saw clearly the murder weapon that had just been hidden in the opponent's arms and was now thrown behind him. It seemed to be the ax he had thrown to the ground before.
"when will you……"
Before the question could fully come out of Huanmeng's mouth, another wooden knife was thrown from that direction. While it cut away thousands of raindrops, Huanmeng had to roll out again: "...I'll go, you still fight Don’t you work hard anymore?”
"Why, throwing weapons is not a real skill?" Another wooden sword flew over.
"Can this be considered a basic skill? His accuracy is so bad, he deserves to be an iron warrior..."
"Ha, don't hide if you can. Maybe it won't hurt you, Kite Man."
"You think I can't see it? The general has been staring here. He might announce the winner soon..."
"Then stop running around and fight like a man, okay?"
"...Just wait! Wait until I pick up a weapon and come over to fight you!"
"Then you should go! I'll wait."
"whispering sound……"
When another rough hammer made of wood flew past the head of the short body, Huanmeng, who had been hiding here and there, finally gritted his teeth and gave up on the strategy, and made a starting gesture with his fists in front of his chest. Then he rushed towards the half box of cigarettes guarding the weapon rack: "No need! My fist... is the best weapon!"
"Oh? That's just right..."
The distance between the two people suddenly shortened, and what appeared in the eyes of the man in the trench coat was the figure of a man who was studying the wooden sword he just held in his hand: "It's you."
Boom!
The sound of knocking suddenly sounded from the center of the whirlpool. In the center of everyone's concentration, the half-armored man put his big sword on his back and used the broad sword surface to block the inevitable fists: "The two sides finally no longer That weapon rack was a crooked idea! Because they have all found weapons that suit them!"
"The real game... finally begins!"
Wow——
The rain mixed with the soil was suddenly thrown away by the broad wooden sword into the distance of the circle, and then the figures of the two men fighting appeared in the corner of the martial arts field. With half a box of cigarettes as a handy weapon, he is worthy of his title of berserker. He dances the big sword in his hand like a door panel, and with the fiercer momentum, he instantly dumps all his attacks in front of him, blowing the sword just now. The dream that rushed up was forced back a few steps without any fancy. The man in the trench coat shaking the raindrops also tried to fight back, but every time he raised his hand, he was suppressed by the opponent's unparalleled frontal attack. His bare fists didn't seem to have the same courage as the fan. The weapons really collided with each other, so they had to retreat carefully and wait for other openings and opportunities.
Fortunately, he did not wait too long for such an opportunity, because the violent attack quickly consumed half a box of cigarettes: "If we have to make it a turn-based game, then now..."
"It's my turn!"
He rushed forward suddenly and stepped on the ground before the opponent raised his sword. He punched out both fists from the lunge and hit the opponent's chest one after another. The half-pack of cigarettes that barely blocked one of the punches staggered backwards, but the strong posture did not retreat at all. The fist that did not make any contribution did not withdraw, but turned around and grabbed it. He lost one of his arms. The man in the trench coat had a serious look in his eyes, and thrust his left foot forward along the previous lunge. His arms at the front and back instantly grasped half of the box of cigarettes, and then with the help of the opponent's strength, he reversed and connected the opponent. The man and his sword flew into the air above his head.
"Huanmeng grabbed the opponent's hand! He used a back throw, oh no, an upward throw... Hey, this scene seems familiar?"
"The dragon flashes his hand, the dragon turns over the clouds..." Duan Qing's voice was filled with the smell of sand: "The next move..."
"It's time for the dragon to raise its head."
Bang!
Turning around magnificently under the rain screen, the man in the windbreaker dropped his eyes on the back of the body still in mid-air. Then when Duan Qing's words sounded, he raised his elbow sideways and hit the body with a solid elbow. The center of that figure. The heartbreaking sound of body collisions, accompanied by a vague roar, blasted the gas mixed with the rain curtain to the surroundings of the martial arts arena. The rising storm seemed to be woven into a solid curtain by the shrouded rain curtain, slowly The ground spread to the surrounding space, and then in the bulge that continued to spread to the surroundings, a body dragging smoke and dust fell to the dirt ground on the other side of the weapon rack.
"Guo, it really is this move..."
"Can Brother Iron Man still stand up?"
While the members of the Wings of Liberty in the corner of the contestants' seats all stood up, the man in the trench coat also put away his posture, then clapped his hands and looked at the body lying far away: "Don't pretend Death, you have to use all your strength."
"..."
"Hey, if you do this again... I won't be polite, right?"
In the still pouring rain, Huanmeng walked in the direction of the opponent who was gradually getting up. Then when he passed the weapon rack, he stopped in surprise: "Although I don't know how to use it, but... …It’s actually a surprise.”
He casually pulled out an iron sword with only the hilt exposed from the shelf, and then slashed at the opponent with the wooden sword raised again by half a box of cigarettes.
"You! What are you doing?"
At the same time as the wooden sword broke, a certain general's roar suddenly appeared in front of the two of them from far away.
