Without any pause, as he spoke, he struck the giant man directly in the head with a full blow. "Bang!" "Crack." There was a sound of strong chisel hitting the steel, a crisp sound of the spine in the neck breaking, and the twisting spine in the waist was also torn apart.
No matter how strong your body is, how much power can you exert without the support of your waist and legs?
Without the protection of soul power and soul skills, a soul master is just a body of flesh and blood. The giant man wearing heavy armor and weighing several hundred kilograms was just like a toy to Ning Xiaotian, who had two soul bones, not to mention the neck, which is the most fragile part of the human body.
"Poof!" Blood spurted out from the giant man's mouth, his eyes were red, and blood overflowed from his seven orifices.
He slowly fell sideways, the mace dropped to the ground, his body subconsciously bowed, his hands tightly covering his neck, "Gulu. Gulu" blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose, and his throat could not make any sound, so he could only Make a silent struggle.
"Wow!" The sound from the stands was like a tsunami.
"Just take it away in one set, it's too strong." Someone clenched their fists and sighed.
"Yes! The timing of Golden Warrior's attack was so good." came a response from the side, "From the moment he was stabbed on the inside of his knee, the gladiator lost. The severe pain made him instantly lose his center of gravity. , was eager to fight back, but as a result, the extreme twisting of his waist exposed a greater flaw, and the huge pulling force made his spine overwhelmed."
"Just one strike created a chain reaction that could determine life or death, and the battle lasted less than three breaths."
"It looks like the neck is broken. That punch from the Golden Warrior was really cruel." He winced and said solemnly.
"I am only concerned about whether the Golden Warriors will continue." Someone in the back was extremely excited, "We have won 38 consecutive games!"
One more win would be a 39-game winning streak, and that would be history created by Tang Hao.
Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, their eyes fixed on the figure in the field, and their heartbeats accelerated unconsciously.
Will he continue? In other words, create new history?
"As a soldier, you shouldn't die in such pain." Ning Xiaotian sighed, ignoring the cheers that filled the sky around him, pulled out the long sword from the ground, and stepped forward. With one step, he kicked the giant man upright and said, "Rest in peace." After saying that, he held a sword in both hands and stabbed him between the eyebrows. The giant man's hands quickly went limp, his legs twitched a few times and then fell silent.
Flicking the sword lightly to shake away the blood stains, Ning Xiaotian walked towards the corridor.
In fact, he could have solved the battle more quickly, such as using needle-like hidden weapons hidden on the wrists and waist of the armor. This is one of the means of self-protection that he still retains, and it is also the basis for him to dare to challenge one after another.
With his skill with hidden weapons, he can take advantage of his opponent's unpreparedness and quickly end the battle from a long distance.
But these methods are just trivial after all, and frequent use may make me dependent and lazy. The training of body and combat skills, as well as the use of soul power, are the right way to constantly surpass oneself. Ning Xiaotian secretly said.
External objects raise the lower limit, and self-improvement determines the upper limit. This is the unchanging law.
While sighing, his body disappeared into the shadow of the corridor.
"It seems that the Golden Warrior is not ready to continue." Everyone in the stands watched Ning Xiaotian leave, and everyone had this thought in their hearts. That's right, the person who set a 39-game winning streak record was Tang Hao. The youngest titled Douluo in the mainland.
"Hey, let's go." Someone stood up with a disappointed look on his face and left with the crowd.
Not long after, the number of people in the stands was reduced by half.
In the arena hall, spectators were crowded and constantly flowing out of several passages.
There were too many people, they were jostling one after another, and the progress was very slow, accompanied by the noise one after another.
Tatata. There were footsteps in the only open corridor, and then a tall figure appeared from the corner. He was wearing black armor, short black hair, silver eyes shining brightly under the light, and his eyebrows were raised, not angry but powerful.
Many people looked sideways. In this crowded hall, the emptiness seemed particularly dazzling.
"The Golden Warrior is out." Someone in the crowd reminded softly.
The noise in the hall gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes turned to the corridor, with admiration and some expectation in their eyes. "Why don't you leave?" The audience crowded deep in the passage, completely unaware of the situation ahead, poked their heads and looked around.
Nothing can be seen.
"The Golden Warrior has entered the hall." The response finally came from the front.
"Golden Warrior, are you going to continue, are you going to continue?" Someone from behind jumped up excitedly. "Fuck, who pushed me? Don't push, don't push." Compared to the hall where people were just whispering, the corridor was bustling with people and it was really lively.
No matter which world he goes to, there will always be star-chasers. Ning Xiaotian walked out of the corridor and looked at the "strong" men on both sides who were constantly clearing the way for him. The burning eyes made him tremble from the bottom of his heart, and he just wanted to sneak out of the door quickly.
But he couldn't let go of his aloof persona, so he walked forward with an indifferent expression.
When he reached the center of the hall, he still didn't stop.
Everyone's eyes became even more intense.
"Golden Warrior" came from the girl's side.
"I will come again in the afternoon in three days." Ning Xiaotian pretended to be in good time. According to Wilkin, the gladiators transferred from the Star Luo Empire will definitely arrive in three days, and by then there will be more people in the city, especially the rich.
continue? The Golden Warriors are going to continue!
The surroundings suddenly became silent, and the eyes on both sides seemed to be bursting with fire.
Ning Xiaotian arduously walked the distance from the arena to the hotel and decided not to go out for the next three days.
Being too famous is also a worry.
After lunch, we started practicing.
"Congratulations, general, it looks like you don't have to play anymore." In a courtyard somewhere, a man in Tsing Yi toasted to the old man. A companion next to him smiled and answered: "General, maybe that Golden Warrior is also from our Star Luo Empire. Otherwise, how could he know the rules of the arena so well, and also know that the gladiators dispatched by the imperial capital will arrive in three days? ?”
Only locals who are familiar with the terrain can calculate the distance from the imperial capital to Gengxin City so accurately.
The Golden Warrior probably wanted to meet directly with the big shot coming from the Imperial Capital...he thought.
"If so, it would be a great blessing for the country." The old man also laughed.
"Come, drink!" He raised his glass and said boldly.
The sun was high in the sky, giving out even more warmth than Nako. Everyone was filled with enthusiasm and joy was written on their faces.
Happy time always passes quickly, and it’s night before you know it.
In the Bishop's Office of Wuhun Palace, Wilkin sat at the table, looking at the middle-aged man holding a book in front of him, tapping the table with his index finger, and said confidently: "How's the summary? How much did we earn in total from these two games?"
"Nearly 5 million gold soul coins." The confidant said excitedly.
"Unfortunately, although there are many people placing bets in the arena, the amounts are not large, and the ratio between the two sides is not too large. It is difficult for my subordinates to place too many bets on the Golden Warrior." He closed the book and said, There was a look of regret on his face.
If there are too many bets and the ratio is evened out, the stewards of the arena should be alert.
(End of chapter)
