Women's free martial arts group venue seventh competition day
"Break it!"
Nan Sheng lowered his head and accepted the shouts of victory. The small stone plaque around his waist kept ringing like wind chimes.
Keep, keep winning! No matter if it's the Xuan group, I will definitely fight.
She told herself this in her mind.
Otherwise, I will live up to everyone's expectations.
He has won seven games in a row, and as long as he wins three more people, he can retain the right to challenge. Nan Sheng bit her lip: In this case, being shortlisted for the top eight is the minimum guarantee.
"Continue to challenge!" She faced the referee.
"Hojo Song."
The referee read out the name of her next opponent.
"Do you want to continue to challenge?"
"Accept the challenge." She agreed in a low voice, then looked at her opponent who was slowly walking up from the stage, and was suddenly stunned.
A scar!
She saw a scar.
On the originally fair and beautiful face, a not eye-catching but conspicuous scar was carved under the corner of the eye.
"Surprised?" The opponent saw her surprised expression and shook his head: "So you are going to lose, little girl."
She was obviously close to her age, but the other party naturally called her a little girl. Nan Sheng didn't want to accept this title, but she couldn't refute it.
For some reason, she asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It didn't hurt at all when you first cut it off, because at that time all you could think about was killing that bastard." Hojo Uta was dressed in a smart black tight-fitting leather jacket. When she heard her opponent's question, she shook her head and answered: " It hurt for three weeks after that, but the guy didn’t even have a chance to hurt anymore.”
Nan Sheng couldn't believe the person in front of him answered so calmly.
She didn't care at all about the nearly fatal injuries and the disfiguring scars.
The upper age limit for women's free martial arts in Ranryukai is twenty-four.
But she definitely didn't look older than eighteen.
"But I want to win!" Nan Sheng gritted his teeth, spoke, and then rushed over.
The Lan Liu Hui free martial arts event is one of the few competitions that opens to individual registration. According to convention, the Lan Liu Hui group stage is divided into four groups, Tiandi Xuanhuang, and the individual registration window for free martial arts is set in the Xuan group.
As a genius selected by Tianlan College, she was supposed to represent Tianlan College in the local competition, but after arriving in Ye Ye City, her participation certificate disappeared! With her last hope, she went to Ye Ye College to apply for a replacement, but was told that if she didn't have the participation certificate provided by the college, she could only enter the Xuan group to compete.
The Xuan Group is a place where foreign geniuses fight and fight. It has always been known as the Hell Group. Even the elites of Ye Ye Academy are often defeated by the geniuses from the Xuan Group.
There are not many valuable rewards for the Lanliu Club free martial arts champion, but participants have always flocked to it because it is a supreme honor. Almost every Lanliu Club free martial arts champion will be considered the strongest young generation that year.
Nan Sheng naturally didn't expect to win the championship, but she definitely didn't want to give up so easily, so she gritted her teeth and signed up to enter the Xuan group.
So we must win!
Although there are only two promotion places in the Xuan group, if you choose to take a break after ten consecutive victories, you can retain the right to challenge at the end.
She is a magic swordsman, one of the most powerful professions in free martial arts.
The rapier in her hand danced, and the magic lines gradually emerged as she ran. They were lines of flames, rising and burning gradually as she ran. She knew her opponent was tough this time, so she just used her strongest technique!
Flame Tulip!
Uta Hojo looked at the girl rushing toward her. She waved her sword in the air, and four bright beams of fire flew out, forming the shape of a tulip.
This is the Magic Swordsman. The spell is compressed to the extreme. The use of magic relies on the resonance of the magic patterns wielded by the rapier, so it has unparalleled spell casting speed and powerful attack capabilities.
But Hojo Uta lowered his head and smiled.
The one I'm not afraid of the most is the fool-like magic swordsman.
She turned sideways, avoiding the two flames, and then her hands wrapped in black arm guards waved down freely like falling geese, and the bright flames dissipated in front of her arms.
Nan Sheng was dumbfounded. She had never seen someone who could chop her flames with bare hands.
"It's not empty-handed." Seeing the stunned expression of the girl opposite, Hojo Uta shrugged slightly, flipped his wrist slightly, and two daggers as thin as cicada wings came out from his arms like flying birds. Nan Sheng couldn't even see her clearly. How did you conjure up these two daggers?
"Weapons that can be seen are not scary at all." Hojo Uta said calmly: "You can't beat me, just admit defeat."
For a stern woman like her, saying words that make her opponent admit defeat is already the greatest kindness.
Because the girl in front of her, although powerful, is as gentle as a cat. A cat that she had a chance to be. So she didn't want to strangle the cat to death with her own hands, so she scared it away.
Nan Sheng watched her put away the dagger, which was nowhere to be seen, and then she gripped the sword again and was about to swing it again.
How could she give up.
But she lowered her sword mid-swing.
"I told you to admit defeat." Hojo Uta said coldly.
She had already arrived in front of Nan Sheng. Such a quick attack, such a skillful combination, before Nan Sheng racked her brains to come up with the tricks she usually practiced, she gently pointed at Nan Sheng's white and smooth neck.
Nan Sheng could feel the metal edge hidden in her fingertips - it was like a needle.
Just as Nan Sheng was about to speak, he heard the referee stop him: "No, you can't go up."
She couldn't help but turn her head and realized that a third person had walked onto the ring.
The man casually opened the ring barrier, walked in, tilted his head and said calmly: "She can't admit defeat."
It was a petite girl, wearing a large silver cloak, embroidered with bright stars.
"Why?" Hojo Uta stared intently at the girl who suddenly appeared. She had silver hair and a veil, and only a pair of golden, chilling eyes were exposed.
She ignored the referee's warning, opened the barrier originally used to eliminate interference with one finger, and walked in.
"Someone told me that she can't lose." The girl said calmly.
Nan Sheng told herself that she had never seen such an unforgettable girl.
But why should she help herself?
The referee shouted angrily from the audience: "Only two people are allowed on the stage during the ring competition!"
"Two people?" Nan Sheng heard the girl in front of her thinking thoughtfully. Although it sounded like a question, it was more like an answer.
The cold and sharp touch on Nan Sheng's neck disappeared instantly. When she looked in front of her, she found that the girl appeared in front of her at that moment. It’s too late for my fingers.
"There are only two people left now." The girl said to the referee, then she squatted down gently, and her plain white fingers gently touched Hojo Uta's waist.
Nan Sheng saw it, and what she pointed at was a dozen thick white stone tiles. Nan Sheng had won seven games in a row, so she had eight.
But the number in front of me was definitely more than fifty.
Then she saw those stone tablets quietly shattering at the girl's fingertips, turning into ice shards and scattering on the ground.
She was shocked: "You, what are you doing?"
"Someone also asked me to do this." The girl looked up, her golden eyes as calm as water: "He took your things and found that it was useless, so he asked me to help you enter the top eight."
Her voice was uneventful, and Nan Sheng had no idea what was going on.
But the girl had already tapped her waist gently.
Nan Sheng couldn't help but take a step back and covered it tightly, but she caught the ice chips in her hand, and couldn't help but said angrily: "You..."
The girl nodded calmly: "Xuan group contestant, Xing."
She took the other party's anger as a question as a matter of course.
She turned around calmly, her long silver hair swaying like a waterfall.
"You just need to bring your original one."
Nan Sheng subconsciously looked at his waist. Where there used to be a string of stone tablets, there was now only one empty one.
It has your name on it.
"Contestant of the Mysterious Group, Nan Sheng."
