Many of the losers who had already finished the game and those who had naturally advanced to the next round also couldn't contain their nervousness, ran out of the lounge, and poured into the aisle and the spectator seats, wanting to watch this unusual match up close.

Han Dong, Fang Jinghua, Zuo Xiaoyun, Lu Yuntao and others also left their seats one after another, squeezed to the front row of the audience, the closest position to the ring, and looked at Lu Yao on the field with a nervous expression.

"What kind of tricks is this stinky boy doing, the game is the competition, everyone is fists and feet, but he prefers who to use the knife, it's really unusual, I have to repair him when I go back!" Zuo Xiaoyun was already angry at this time, if it weren't for Lu Yuntao who had been comforting her by his side, maybe with his character, he would have jumped on the field at this time and "criticized and educated" Lu Yao.

"Ruoyun, don't worry, it'll be fine!"

"That's it, classmate Huang Ruoyun, don't worry, Lu Yao never does things that you are not sure of!"

At the front of the passage were Huang Ruoyun, Su Anran, Tan Xin and others, all of whom were constantly comforting Huang Ruoyun, who was already nervous and pale, even if they were also nervous at this time, they still had to be so comforted.

Su Anran grabbed Huang Ruoyun's hand tightly, only to feel that her hands were cold at this time, her body was leaning on her shoulder, and she kept trembling, obviously she was already nervous and couldn't be nervous anymore.

In a corner at the farthest end of the arena, a man wearing a very simple cyan robe and a certain black hat whispered: "Stinky boy, come on, I believe you can do it!" ”

At this time, in the lounge on the second floor, Michiko Ishihara slammed a teacup in her hand on the ground, and looked at Lu Yao and Miyamoto Taro below through the glass with a gloomy face.

Everyone in the room, including Matsushitoro, was silent, and the atmosphere did not dare to gasp.

"It's looking for death!" After a long time, Michiko Ishihara said coldly: "No matter what the result is, send him back to China, and I never want to see him again." ”

"Hey!"

Everyone responded in unison.

……

……

Everyone on the field was nervous, the swords on the field were tense, Miyamoto Taro looked at Lu Yao viciously, Lu Yao looked at Miyamoto Taro with contempt, the referee on the scene was already hiding in the corner of the ring at this time, afraid that the gods would fight and mortals would suffer.

"Do you know who Ichiro Miyamoto died at your hands is me?" Taro Miyamoto squeezed a sentence out of his teeth and said.

"What does a dead man have to do with me!" Lu Yao has already guessed some clues since the first time Miyamoto Taro proposed the use of weapons, and the other party's doubts at this time obviously proved his guess, but as he said, what does it matter?

"My parents died when I was a child, and my uncle raised me as an adult, just like my biological father, if you kill him, I will avenge him!" Taro Miyamoto said with a ruthless and sad expression.

"Enter my territory and kill my compatriots, his crime should be punished, don't say that he is your uncle, even if he is the king of heaven, Lao Tzu will not escape death, don't talk nonsense, if you want revenge, show your true ability!" Lu Yao was also moved for a moment, but when he thought that he was in the Qiankun Martial Arts Hall that day, if he hadn't made a timely move, there would have been many people who died under Miyamoto Ichiro's butcher's knife, and it was not a mistake to do it himself, and he had a clear conscience in his heart.

"Okay, today the blood debt will be paid with blood!" Miyamoto Taro shouted, "Show your weapons!" ”

"No need, you're not worthy!" Lu Yao dropped these seven words, turned around and took a step back.

"You ......" Miyamoto Taro wanted to accuse Lu Yao of being arrogant, but suddenly one thing came to mind, since you are so arrogant, then let me fulfill you.

Miyamoto Taro didn't dare to three-seven-twenty-one, he drew his knife and slashed towards Lu Yao, holding the knife in both hands, a powerful knife from top to bottom, the cold was pressing, and some of the audience closest to the ring even felt a cold neck, as if Miyamoto Taro's knife was about to fall on their necks, and involuntarily shrunk their necks.

Lu Yao's feet did not move, and on the side of his body, he flashed the knife like a tumbler, and at the same time, he slapped the palm of his right hand on the back of Miyamoto Taro's katana.

"Buzz!"

An extremely harsh sound came from the blade, Miyamoto Taro's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly retreated a few steps, looking at Lu Yao like a monster, and then he understood why Muto Sora lost.

Muto Kong's martial arts are much higher than Miyamoto Taro, which he himself knows from time to time, especially knife skills, if he is a generation of sword kings in Japan, then Muto Kong is the sword god for him, although Muto Kong was defeated by Lu Yao, he has always thought that it is because Muto Kong can't use a knife in the ring, although his knife skills can't catch up with Muto Kong, but a knife in hand, he still has the confidence I have in the world, especially Lu Yao didn't use weapons at the beginning, which made him more confident.

But after this round just now, he completely woke up, he saw clearly the gap between his strength and Lu Yao, he just slashed with all his strength, it didn't seem to be anything different, but in fact, only people who are good at using knives can understand it, his knife implies the essence of Japan's most elite Iai slash and one slash, which can be described as a magical knife.

His sword is extremely powerful, and he has defeated martial arts masters and masters in China, although it cannot be said that there are no flaws, but it is not very easy to find, otherwise he would not be able to become a generation of sword kings.

But this confident knife, but Lu Yao found the only flaw, Lu Yao slapped the blade with one palm, it seemed to be a defensive move, but in fact it was a real attack move, and one palm completely disintegrated his knife momentum, making his follow-up knife posture unable to continue to be used, and could only jump away temporarily.

What's more, the force emitted by Lu Yao's palm made Miyamoto Taro feel horrified, until this time, his arms were still numb, and if it wasn't for gritting his teeth and insisting, the katana almost fell off his hand and fell to the ground.

"If you're just a little bit of a carving insect skill, that's the end of the game, I'm not in the mood to continue wasting time with you!" Lu Yao looked at Miyamoto Taro and said coldly.

"Yaga!"

Miyamoto Taro was completely enraged by Lu Yao, gritted his teeth, kicked the ground, and rushed towards Lu Yao again with a katana.

This time, Lu Yao still stood in place without moving a minute, and the side of his body was once again opened, but Miyamoto Taro's moves changed, and Lu Yao did not choose to make a move this time, but let him rush past him.

"Sting!"

"Ding!"

The sound of a cloth tearing, a sound similar to the impact of metal sounded at the same time, and everyone looked towards the two people in the field, only to see Miyamoto Taro standing in front of Lu Yao, the katana passed under his own armpit, cutting off a large piece of his kimono, and the tip of the knife was firmly nailed to Lu Yaode's chest.

"Ah, no!" Huang Ruoyun cried and shouted, and the whole person rushed towards the ring like an arrow from the string, and when Su Anran and Tanxin reacted, Huang Ruoyun had already run out three or four meters away.

At this time, the old man who had been sitting behind the referee's seat appeared like a ghost on Huang Ruoyun's way, gently stopped Huang Ruoyun's arm, and said softly: "Girl, the arena is dangerous, please return to your original position!" ”

Huang Ruoyun struggled desperately, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from the old man's hands, at this time, Su Anran and Tanxin also arrived, and hurriedly grabbed Huang Ruoyun, Huang Ruoyun cried like a tearful person, struggled twice and then softened and sat on the ground.

"Ruoyun, I'm fine, go back!"

When everyone's eyes were attracted by the situation here, suddenly a gentle voice came from the other side of the ring, everyone looked up, and saw Lu Yao looking in the direction of Huang Ruoyun with a smile on his face, obviously the person who spoke just now was him.

Huang Ruoyun also hurriedly looked up at Lu Yao, when she saw Lu Yao's bright smile and heard his voice like a heavenly sound, a boulder in her heart finally fell to the ground, and saw Lu Yao grimacing at him, so she let Su Anran and Tan Xin help him back to his original place.

The old man glanced at Lu Yao, and slowly walked back to his seat, looking at the two people in the field calmly.

Huang Ruoyun retreated, and the audience once again focused their eyes on Lu Yao, and seeing that he was not injured at all, his mood calmed down a lot.

At this moment, the katana that Miyamoto Taro stabbed at Lu Yao broke off little by little from the tip of the knife, as if the layer of white ash on the old house in disrepair fell one by one, and fell to the ring with iron filings everywhere.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

"Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt?"

"Is this still human?"

"He can't be an immortal, right?"

“……”

For a while, seeing such a situation on the field, everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

Lu Yao is as steady as Mount Tai, Miyamoto Taro stumbled, if he hadn't taken a few steps forward in time and grabbed the side pillar of the ring, I am afraid that he would have fallen directly into the ring.

It was precisely with his movement that the audience saw that the position of his armpit that Miyamoto Taro had cut with a knife just now was already full of blood, and the red was a little scary.

"I lost!" Miyamoto Taro looked back at Lu Yao and said with difficulty.

No one knows his current situation better than himself, after the first round, he already knew that he was not Lu Yao's opponent, so he chose to exchange injuries for injuries, his momentum was fake, and the later stab was real.

In order to achieve enough fake and real effect, his knife was extremely ruthless, not only cutting his kimono, but also piercing his body.

But such a knife still did not hurt Lu Yao, and the other party destroyed his katana, at this time, Miyamoto Taro completely woke up, he was not Lu Yao's opponent at all, Lu Yao wanted to kill himself, it was as simple as crushing a bed bug.