The I-shirt stood in the ring, looked at Qiu Xuan and took a deep breath. "Sister, don't worry too much, let go of the fight, let me see how far you can go."

Hearing this, Qiu Xuan nodded slightly to signal that it was time to start, and the I-shaped vest didn't talk too much nonsense, and a punch came straight to her face. Qiu Xuan stood there without dodging and also swung his fist to catch him, but under the numbness pain transmitted from the phalanges to the wrist, he took a few steps back because of the impact.

She pressed her finger bone lightly, and the first tentative exchange gave her a rough idea of what level of ability the other party belonged to. This is undoubtedly a fighter who eats on physical work, with extremely strong upper body strength, and excellent muscle explosiveness and coordination in an instant. In terms of strength alone, it will be difficult for Qiu Xuan to win against him.

Just because it's hard doesn't mean it's impossible.

The second time, Qiu Xuan took the lead and swooped away. She dodged another punch from the man, grabbed his wrist and pulled it in her direction before he could stop it, kicked his knee with her left leg, and bent her arm to choke the throat, slamming the I-shirt to the ground.

She straddled up and punched him in the face and head violently, and the I-top had to raise her hand to resist, so Qiu Xuan saw the opportunity to raise her hand and smashed an elbow into his stomach.

The I-Shirt's face turned pale all of a sudden, and his hands and feet curled up in pain, struggling to roll over and retch. Soon, the man was carried aside by the soldiers who rushed to rest. Qiu Xuan shook his wrist, which was still a little sore, and said, "Next." ”

The crowd looked at each other a few times, and then dragged a few workers up. The psychological and physical fitness of those people was obviously not as good as the racerman's vest, and they were reluctant but still hit a few times seriously, and finally were either kicked out of the field or took the initiative to admit defeat in the middle of the way in order to avoid being beaten.

"Next."

Qiu Xuan bent over slightly, propped her hands on her knees to calm down the rapidly consumed physical strength, her heart was beating violently because of overexcitement and overload, she lowered her hand and took the last bit of energy liquid handed by Shu Ying and drank it, panting and looking at the middle-aged man who walked into the ring step by step.

In fact, she could have not had to work so hard, because according to those workers, the candidates for the selection competition had already been decided, and it was useless for others to work hard. What's more, they don't belong to this era in the first place, and they may suddenly go back again at any time.

But "Mr. Fu will give the ultimate winner of the Darkspawn a gift" really made her care and curiosity, this was probably the only chance to get a glimpse of the abilities of the second prophet at the moment, and she didn't want to give up so easily.

The middle-aged man walked up step by step with a steady step, and the crowd shouted loudly from somewhere, "Lao Liang!" Immediately afterward, people exploded and shouted his name one after another, as if they were at the scene of a large support.

The man named "Lao Liang" smiled, and with a flick of his right arm, an inch of knot-shaped stick suddenly poked out of his sleeve. Immediately after, with a clicking sound, the stick stretched out inch by inch, splicing into a long stick more than a meter long.

This man is a mechanic. In the cheers of the crowd, Qiu Xuan was not affected in the slightest. She leaned forward slightly in a preparatory position, her eyes fixed on the person in front of her.

Suddenly, in the crowd of people chanting Lao Liang's name, a clear and firm female voice sounded: "Qiu Xuan! ”

In the next second, two male voices joined in, and then several people were mixed in with the voices that were almost drowned out but were unusually clear: "Qiu Xuan!" Qiu Xuan! ”

Qiu Xuan: This is too shameful?? Don't cry out, please.

The girl standing in the ring looked like she couldn't stand it, and her facial expression was distorted for a moment, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

With the lessons of the previous few people, Lao Liang took the lead in swinging his stick towards Qiu Xuan. The long stick waved a harsh wind in the air, and with all the options left, Qiu Xuan was not stupid enough to try to take this move with his body. She turned her head and flanked her, the air flowing from the swing of her long stick passing her ears. She grabbed Lao Liang's wrist with one hand and twisted it to the left, but suddenly there was a heat in her ears and a stream of blood slowly flowed down the side of her face.

"......" she followed the gesture to look at the top of the long stick held by Lao Liang, and a few cold rays of light flashed under the illumination of the light, which was clearly a metal splinter blade sandwiched in it.

Lao Liang's wrist twisted in an ingenious posture to break free from Qiu Xuan's shackles, and the long stick danced wildly as if it was wrapped in the power of a thousand jun. Within such a distance, Qiu Xuan could only keep dodging, and her flexible body shuttled through the empty gaps, although she was a little embarrassed, but she was quite at ease.

This behavior seemed to anger Lao Liang, and he picked up a long stick and pulled a fancy in the air, and suddenly pushed it horizontally towards Qiu Xuan. There was no way to avoid it, Qiu Xuan squinted her eyes and glanced at him, and turned sideways to block with her left arm across her chest. The moment the long stick completely hit her left arm, her body spun around along the direction of the dancing stick to unload some of the force, and suddenly circled behind Lao Liang at a speed that no one else could react to.

The edge was out of the sheath, and Lao Liang's figure paused in the air and then fell to the ground, covering his popliteal fossa and screaming in pain.

Qiu Xuan bent his elbow to wipe the blood stains on the short blade, stood in place and watched the soldiers drag the wailing Lao Liang down before he said coldly: "Next." ”

For a moment the crowd was silent, and no one spoke again.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Fu, who was sitting on the high platform and watching happily, frowned. "How...... Didn't my huge Darkspawn even have a small tryout to participate in? There was even a ...... Women can't beat it? ”

"Why don't you play in person?"

“…… What the? ”

"It's better for you to play in person." Qiu Xuan leaned against the fence and gasped, wiping a handful of blood and sweat dripping from her face. "Let's see if a 'strong' like you will also be defeated by a 'woman'."

She specially accentuated the pronunciation of the words, almost with a sense of revenge as she looked at Mr. Fu's suddenly changing face.

“…… Do you know what you're talking about? ”

"Otherwise, you ......"

"Me, come on." Everyone looked at the sound, and No. 1 walked into the ring with slightly stiff steps, without any superfluous expression on his cold face like a program. "Yours, next, challenger, it's me."

"No. 1, what are you doing, don't make a mess!" Shuying whispered to him below, but Number One looked at Qiu Xuan without turning a deaf ear, or more precisely, looking at Mr. Fu who was sitting in the stands behind her through Qiu Xuan.

"Let's start, let's start."

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