Mirsey stepped out of the ring with his head held high, and the crowd continued to applaud him while shouting in surprise for a long time. But there are also people behind me: "If it weren't for the grace of the Three Lives, he would have been slaughtered by the butcher." ”

One person replied: "You can't slaughter, and no dead are allowed in the competition." ”

"His swords, all his swords, and those swords are sharp and heal, it's like cheating."

I sneered and wanted to turn back and refute, but what kind of identity am I? How can you have a war of words with these tiny ants? No, I can't do that, sometimes, ignoring is the best counterattack, does the sea care about a drop of dirty water? No, no, I am the sea, and what a way to spit dirty water.

Of course, I will not take it seriously and laugh it off. If you think about it, it's not me who this person insulted, but my brother. Oh, Longinus, how magnanimous you are, how can you care about this-spewing fellow? You shouldn't even think about it and get that thought out of your head completely...

I thought about it again, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

Fuck, how can my brother of Longinus be slandered by you villain?

What's more, Lao Tzu sits in front of him, beating people doesn't hit his face, and it depends on the owner to beat the dog!

In an instant, my anger rushed upward, and my seven orifices became smoky. I turned around and said bitterly, "Hey, is anyone jealous here?" It's so sour, so sour that I get a toothache just by smelling it. ”

The man glared at me, but when he saw that it was me, he gritted his teeth and shut his mouth. Lamia twisted my thigh and said, "Give me a good look at the game!" ”

The hostess West shouted emotionally: "What a thrilling battle, the butcher's strength is outstanding, and the explosiveness is also surprising, but Mirse's victory is well deserved!" Pretty, pretty! Both of them are warriors that the Sword and Shield Society can be proud of! ”

Many people shouted: "He cheats, he abuses the artifact!" ”

The organizers of the tournament saw that there were many opponents, so they called the referees to discuss for a while, and I jumped out of the stands, ran to the referee's seat, and stood aside without saying a word, but just closed my mouth and squinted, exerting invisible pressure.

I, both a nuclear bomb and a deterrent, even if I keep silent, they are forced by me to take away the fruits of Milser's victory.

I just pulled out my fishbone gun and used the tip of the gun to pick my teeth.

The referees looked at me for a long time, and the beautiful West said, "Duke, why did you break your mouth?" They all bled out. ”

I said, "This is the price of disobedience to me." ”

After a pause, I added, "The price of blood." ”

Looking at their expressions, it seemed that my threat was unrealistic and irrelevant. Indeed, if it were me, I would not take a person who picks his teeth with a spear and picks out the blood.

I was in a very low mood and felt terrible to be treated like an idiot.

Finally, Neff picked up the microphone and said in a loud voice: "Count Missey has not violated the rules, and the use of the sword is also part of the training of the Sword and Shield Society!" Moreover, his trial results are obvious to all, and he has the strength to win in his own right! Therefore, I declare that Count Misser advances to the next round! ”

The prestige of the Nine Hermits was high, and as a result, the opposition was sharply reduced.

I laughed and clapped my hands gently. Baudelaire said, "Duke, we are not judging this way because of you. ”

I nodded and said, "I know, I understand, the official denial." As he spoke, he winked at them, causing Norman to glare at me.

West returned to the stage and shouted, "The next game will begin soon, and the opponent of one side is the legendary hero of our Sword and Shield Society's story, the brave and fearless Earl Aardman!" His deeds appear in those storybooks, in the ballads of bards, on the theatrical stage, on the radio, and we all know that he has been roaming the most dangerous devil's lair, unearthing all the miracles left behind by antiquity!

Please God ~ Arrow ~ Head ~ Adman Ain!! ”

Everyone is applauding Aardman, and some overly excited guys even shouted hoarsely, boring, really boring, that is, I am not greedy for vanity, otherwise if I get off the field, this arena must not be overturned?

Cut, I don't care at all.

I've seen this kind of thing a lot.

The world tends to be inflammatory, ignorant and blindly obedient, and I am more happy to see an inexplicable idol than I am to see my father and mother, this kind of ugliness, of course, I disdain.

I just thought the cheers were a bit loud and noisy, and some of the girls even took off their clothes to reveal a pair of huge headlights swaying downward.

I'm so jealous, so jealous!

Lamia grabbed my hand and asked, "What are you doing with your sword?" ”

Me: "Go down and show your hand!" ”

Lamia said angrily: "No! Be honest with me! ”

I turned my head to see Aardman already standing below, smiling indifferently at the sound of support from a landslide.

West added, "Aardman's opponent is a marquis!" He is a strong man who has been famous for a long time, acts in a low-key, almost secluded manner, and he has made outstanding achievements, cultivating generations of swordsmanship masters and pillars for the Sword and Shield Society. He's Lupo the 'Steel Claw'! ”

The Marquis de Lupo was a man of fifty years of age, with white hair and half white hair, no beard on his face, stern and mean eyes, a resolute face, light armor and cloth trousers, and a red tie around his waist fluttering as he walked.

Aardman said: "Marquis, I have admired you for a long time, and I have many comrades-in-arms who have admired you a lot. ”

Lu Po opened his mouth and sighed, "As an old man of the Sword and Shield Society, I have a conflicted mood. ”

Aardman asked, "Why the contradiction?" ”

Lu Poo: "In this time of suffering, we need fictional characters, we need inspirational stories, we need spiritual sustenance for those young people, we need to tell them that our heroes of the Sword and Shield Society can easily face any difficulties and can save them from any suffering. ”

"And then?"

Lupo looked at Aardman, his eyes undisguised with jealousy, and said, "You are the product of this propaganda campaign, and you may have ventured once or twice to a far, far away place, and brought back some interesting things. Perhaps, you really have a couple of clicks, because your test data is very good. Young people like you very much, and everyone is looking forward to you becoming a duke in one step. ”

Aardman laughed, "I agree with you, they exaggerated my story. ”

Lupo: "So, I don't want you to lose, I can't bear to let their illusions be shattered. ”

Aardman said, "But...", just then, Lupo also said "but".

"See," Aardman said, "there is always a twist to this tirade. A loudspeaker spread the conversation between the two, and the audience burst into laughter. I couldn't help but be impressed by Aardman, who was laid-back and free-spirited, as if he really didn't take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to heart.

This seemed to be a mockery, and Lu Bo looked embarrassed and full of hostility, and he shouted, "I must not allow you, a deceitful thief, to flourish in my beloved Sword and Shield Society, my beloved realm!" I must not allow my students to worship a false image! Therefore, I will kill you with my own hands here! I'll let you know that the one who hides is the most terrifying and has the best chance of winning! ”

He didn't draw his sword, but instead revealed a pair of steel claw gloves, which were extremely sharp and shimmered with a cold light. He crossed his hands and suddenly slashed out the thought blade, which turned into ten sharp cutting powers, breaking through the air and moving forward.

Aardman drew his sword and slashed the clawed telekinesis away, but he was still hit several times, revealing a hole in his telekinetic shield and leaving marks on his armor. West exclaimed, "Oh my God, the power of this blow.... Every finger is a thousand! ”

Lupo bounced on the ground, his movements were agile and fast, he may not be good at sprinting, but this delicate body was very unpredictable, like a flying civet.

From time to time, he sent out a steel claw blade, which was scattered and had a huge range, like ten shotguns firing non-stop, this move was far less powerful than Jalan's heavy artillery, but it could attack from all angles without interruption, unlike Jalan's direct and easy dodge, and Lupo always aimed at the weakest point of Aardman's defense.

But Aardman slashed one sword after another, and he was extremely experienced, his swordsmanship was light and accurate, and he was always able to neutralize Lupo's claws with the right amount of force when he made a mysterious move around him.

Lupo shouted, "Do you think you're strong soon? But no matter how fast and strong you are, you can't beat the stealthy assassins! Bulky knights, just lambs to the slaughter in front of me! ”

In an instant, Lupo was invisible.

I've long heard of the special stealth armor of swords and shields, bestowed on elite sentinels and efficient assassins, and I've seen them in action. The invisibility of this armor is not inferior to that of my Amun's water, and even in plain sight, once it becomes transparent, it will be difficult for ordinary untrained eyes to find its target.

Aardman still stood stupidly, assuming a defensive posture. Lu Bo was already agile and fast, but now his whereabouts are even more treacherous, and he can't find the slightest trace. His claw strikes often seemed to come from nowhere, becoming more and more difficult to defend against. Still wielding his swift sword, Aardman stumbled through the claws and struck Aardman, sending blood flying into the air.

The audience was anxious for Aardman.

Lupo's laughter resounded in the arena: "Speed, stamina, strength, these are just the basics, I am proficient in various tactics, and I have studied how to defeat stronger enemies!" Aardman, the fictional hero of my Sword and Shield Society, you are used to entangled with demons, and even if you have divine speed, you don't bother to take a roundabout strategy to consume your opponents, right? That's why you're defeated! ”

His voice did not come from one place, but this man had a wonderful way of making his voice sound from somewhere else, but confusing his position.

Suddenly, Aardman stood still, he no longer turned his body vigilantly, he didn't bother to move his steps, his posture was lazy, he lazily held his sword, not knowing where to aim.

But when Lupo next attacked, Aardman slashed through the air, staining Lupo with a large patch of blood, and Lupo fell in a pool of blood, rolling in pain.

Aardman said, "Are you gua sha for me?" I only need a sword against demons, and I only need one hit against you. ”

Lupo said miserably: "You.... How.... Know me...."

Aardman returned the sword and said, "You strike every three seconds, either from behind my left or my right or directly behind, and you're more regular than the clock, Master, I even thought you were deliberately trying to catch you." ”