The moment the iron ball collided, Xu Xiangbei found that Ono's ears moved involuntarily.

It can be seen that Ono is the same as himself, he did not move on the surface, but the killing machine has firmly locked the other party, and responds to all changes with the same, quiet as a virgin, and moving like a rabbit.

Xu Xiangbei secretly admired, although Ono Fengjiro was a hated opponent, his ears were indeed very sensitive, and his four iron balls had just slipped from his sleeve to his hand, and he had already heard them clearly.

Time passed minute by minute, and the people watching at the scene knew that neither side was moving, and they waited patiently, but on the computer, in front of the TV, and the people watching the live webcast, there were many people who thought that the network was not cut off, it was dead, and why the video screen was motionless.

In order to make the video look like it would not be mistaken for a crash, the network was disconnected, but the referee was bitter, and he kept waving his hands, indicating that I was still alive and the network was still connected.

Seeing that the two sides were like stones, motionless in the ring, Huang Qinghai's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he glanced at Mr. Qiao opposite through the ring.

Mr. Qiao didn't know if it was because he was too tired during the day, so he actually sat on his back in a soft and comfortable chair, drowsy, and Secretary Wang next to him frowned when he was about to fall asleep and snore, and gently touched him with his arm, so that Mr. Qiao didn't fall asleep.

Joe lit a cigar and took a few puffs to drive away the intense sleepiness.

The studio was so quiet that there weren't even anyone panting loudly, everyone held their breath and watched the ring intently, for fear of missing any details they might miss.

Suddenly, a spotlight on the roof of the studio exploded with a bang, and the lights on the ring were much dimmer without a spotlight.

The explosion of the spotlight startled everyone, just as everyone followed the sound and looked overhead, looking for which lamp exploded.

A lightning-like dazzling knife light lit up in the ring, which made people's eyes hurt, and everyone exclaimed, fighting, and knives.

Many people's faces flashed with excited and gloating expressions, and the scene of blood splattering and Xu Xiangbei lying in a pool of blood appeared in their minds.

Accompanied by the shining sword light, a crisp sound of gold and iron sounded, like lightning and thunder, inseparable.

When everyone's eyes moved from the top of their heads to the ring again, Xu Xiangbei and Ono Kazejiro were still motionless as they had been at the beginning of the competition, one with their eyes closed and the other looking at each other with a smile on their faces.

Everyone couldn't help but be a little discouraged, it was the damn spotlight just now, so they didn't see the wonderful scene.

In fact, if it weren't for the explosive spotlight just now, Ono Kazejiro wouldn't have slashed, and Xu Xiangbei wouldn't have used an iron ball to meet him, and they wouldn't have made a move.

The faces of the two of them were still calm when they first started the competition, but in fact, their hearts were like stormy waves, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.

Ono Kazejiro thought that he was the sharpest and most terrifying knife in the first place, but it slashed at the hard iron ball, shaking his hands in pain.

If it weren't for his extraordinary skills, the katana has been tempered thousands of times, and it is also doped with special minerals, which is unique in the world in flexibility, and this knife will either break off or break.

And Xu Xiangbei, who was slashed by Ono Fengjiro, was also shocked in his heart.

The strong shock force from the knife shook his blood surge, and it seemed that next time, he would have to use most of the internal force to take over the knife.

Xu Xiangbei also had a feeling that this kind of knife posture was a bit familiar, very similar to the knife path of the man in black that night, but the movement was a little faster than it.

Don't look at it as fast as this point, the masters fight, the difference is a millimeter, the momentum of a thousand miles, a point of momentum, can determine the winner or lose, can reverse the situation.

Just when everyone was feeling extremely bored, the door of the studio was pushed open, and a cool breeze blew in.

Everyone's eyes looked at the door, it turned out that the pock-faced security guard walked in with a bottle of French Bordeaux red wine, Mr. Huang drank the wine boredly, and asked the pock-faced security captain to bring the wine for him.

Suddenly, a howling wind broke out in the ring, more fierce than the cool breeze that blew in from the gate, fierce, arrogant, frightened, and terrifying.

Kazejiro Ono had already risen from his half-kneeling state, his hands tightly gripping the handle of the katana wrapped in black cloth, each slashing like lightning and slashing towards Xu Xiangbei.

And Xu Xiangbei's hands flew in the air, like a ballet dancer, with the wave of his hands, the scene continued to sound a dense jingling sound, shaking people's hearts like numbness, nervously as if they were about to vomit blood.

The endless sound of gold and iron will flow everywhere like a whining spring for a while, and it will be like a passionate war drum that shakes people's heartstrings.

Everyone was shocked, only to feel that a light curtain covered Xu Xiangbei, and on the periphery of the light curtain was Ono Kazejiro's fierce death blade, and the inside of the light curtain was like an impermeable barrier of light, which was Xu Xiangbei's iron ball.

Everyone was stunned, they couldn't see the knife clearly, and they couldn't see the iron ball thrown by Xu Xiangbei's hand clearly.

If someone is careful, they will find that the eyes of both are closed, they do not fight with their eyes, they use their hearts, they rely on hearing and feeling.

Insiders look at the doorway, laymen look at the excitement, Ono Kazejiro's senior brother, Zuo Mu, looks sweating profusely, and his face is like ashes.

He didn't expect that his junior brother's sword skills had reached the realm of listening to the wind and arguing device, and he didn't expect that this young Chinese man who was not good-looking could compete with his junior brother without any defeat.

He knew that he was far inferior to the two people in the ring, and the horror of losing in Xu Xiangbei's hands that night struck again, and his whole body was dripping with cold sweat, as if the iron courage was about to hit his face.

Huang Qinghai and Qiao Shan glanced at each other, their eyes were a little more anxious, they thought that this competition would be as before, and the winner would be determined quickly.

But now the signs make them unable to understand it, they can't understand the knife technique, and they can't understand Xu Xiangbei's double-flying iron gall.

They have invested a lot of money in Ono Kazejiro, each of them invested 30 million, they only care about their own money, they feel that their 30 million is getting farther and farther away from them.

Lei Ziming didn't care who won, he only pressed a little bit to play, and the two fought so lively, which made him feel very fresh and enthusiastic, as if he had come to the game world, and was fighting a duel with a demon with a cold weapon.

Behind the computer screen, the expressions of the audience were also different, and Boss Peng was smoking a cigar with a smile, but he still insisted on buying Xu Xiangbei to win.

Tietou looked frightened, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, he understood that last time in front of the KTV door, Xu Xiangbei didn't use all his strength at all, if he put himself in the ring, I am afraid that Ono Fengjiro will move his head with the first knife.

(End of chapter)