As soon as Muller's words fell, the audience immediately cheered, thinking that the organizer had arranged the plot at this time.

Looking at the organizer, the supervisor in charge of controlling the process asked his manager: "Manager, this is not in our plan, do you want to stop it, these two COS groups seem to have a dispute at the door just now, it is not good if something happens." ”

But who would have thought that the manager saw that the audience responded very enthusiastically, and his eyes flashed and said: "No, even if something happens, it has nothing to do with us, as long as the audience likes it, we are the beneficiaries, and we will make trouble with them, but you keep an eye on it, if you can't control the scene for a while, call the police immediately." ”

Fueled by the organizers, the audience cheered louder.

At this time, Yang Mo on the side of the stage was pulled by Jiang Shuya, others thought that this was arranged, but she knew that this was Kevin's helper at all.

She said with a worried face: "Yang Mo, don't be impulsive, this person's name is Mueller, he is a student from Germany, I heard that he has learned some gladiator fighting skills, and he is quite famous in the COS circle, he obviously wants to avenge Kevin, you can't be stimulated by others." ”

But how could Yang Mo put this Muller in his eyes, not to mention that he had learned some gladiator skills, even if a real gladiator came, he would not recognize his own mother who beat him.

Giving Jiang Shuya a reassuring look, Yang Mo strode to the center of the stage.

After approaching this muller, he found that the equipment on the other party's body and the weapons in his hands were not like Jiang Shuya's and the others, but were all made of metal.

Even if there is no blade on the short sword, just looking at the sharp tip of the sword, the stab is enough to kill a person.

In the audience, Kevin, who had a hand swollen into a pig's trotter, took his friend, looked at Yang Mo with an arrogant face, and stretched out his hand to make an insulting gesture, obviously confident in his friend Mueller, waiting for Mueller to avenge him.

Yang Mo didn't know where this waste came from, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it at all, but he saw that Mu Eller was a real guy, so naturally he didn't need to be polite.

As the so-called coming and not being rude, the cold light flashed behind him, Yang Mo's long sword was unsheathed, and after holding a gorgeous sword flower, he put on a posture of welcoming guests.

With such a chic appearance, it seems that a real ancient knight walked out of the TV, and the audience was amazed and began to cheer for him loudly.

Looking at Mueller, whose momentum had been completely suppressed by him, Yang Mo said loudly: "Poor Dao took the challenge of this strong man, and today I will let you understand the breadth and profundity of my Chinese martial arts, and see who surrenders to whom?" ”

That Mueller came to help Kevin avenge him, how could he see Yang Mo being so showy, and rushed towards Yang Mo with a shout.

Yang Mo's eyes lit up when he saw Muller's charging posture, but he felt that what Jiang Shuya said was true, and Muller should have learned some European cold weapon combat skills.

Muller charges with a short stride but a very fast cadence, which he thinks is clearly intended to be more dexterous when charging and to be able to change direction flexibly in case of accidents.

Moreover, when Muller charged, he hid his body behind his shield, which could better protect his body from arrows.

Muller's entire body leaned sideways, his chainmail left shoulder facing forward, in anticipation of the impact.

Behind the round shield, Muller's eyes looked ahead, and the short sword in his hand was also retracted into his arms, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, accumulating strength, ready to stab at any time.

This Mueller's proficient fighting skills in battle formations are somewhat similar to the black-clothed enemies he saw on the night of the bodyguard, they are both simple and effective combat methods, if they are ordinary people, they are indeed not Mueller's opponents.

However, it is a pity that Mueller's combat skills are no threat to him, this kind of battle formation skills mainly rely on the strength of the crowd, and the battle in a formation is powerful, and the ability to turn heads-up cannot catch up with Yang Mo, a martial artist who has cultivated in the martial arts world.

Even if Yang Mo didn't use internal force, just using the Quanzhen Sword Technique was enough to solve the other party.

When thinking about it, Mueller rushed in front of Yang Mo in a few steps, probably because he didn't want to hurt people, he didn't stab with a short sword, but wanted to use the power of the collision to knock Yang Mo away with a shield.

But Yang Mo had already seen such a clumsy action, how could he be hit by it, only to see him take a light leap, and dodged the impact of Mueller.

When the two staggered, he slapped the ground point of Muller's calf with his sword on the back, and shouted softly: "Pour!" ”

When Muller charged, he only felt a flower in front of him, and he lost Yang Mo's figure, and then he felt that his left leg suddenly went numb, and he couldn't stand, and he fell down with Yang Mo's words, completely unaware of what was happening.

In fact, the audience didn't know the ingenuity of Yang Mo's move, and thought that this fight was rehearsed, but it was so real and exciting, especially when a Chinese warrior defeated a foreign gladiator on the stage, not to mention how proud he was, he began to cheer loudly.

On Kevin's side, seeing that Muller was knocked down by Yang Mo so easily, he hurriedly cheered for him to stand up, hoping to continue to attack and defeat Yang Mo.

The manager of the organizer saw that the effect was so good at this time, and he didn't care about the possibility of an accident, so he suppressed the complaints of his supervisors.

Of course, Muller knew that none of this was a performance, and when he fell to the ground and heard the cheers of the audience, as well as Kevin's urging, he was very ashamed, and felt the numbness on his legs reced, so he immediately rolled over and got up.

He was occupied by anger, how could he care that Yang Mo would be injured at this moment, and the short sword in his hand stabbed directly towards Yang Mo.

Such a ferocious attack made the audience a little dumbfounded, is this also a performance, it's a bit too fatal.

But in the face of such a ferocious attack, Yang Mo still looked calm, and with a move of the True Swordsmanship, Su Yue Fenhui used it, swinging away the short sword in Muller's hand, and then slapped the back of the sword on Muller's wrist.

Mueller's wrist was in pain, and he could no longer hold the short sword in his hand, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing that Muller's move this time was to kill him, Yang Mo naturally would not be polite, and made another move to pick up the round shield in Muller's hand, leaving Muller's door wide open.

Then he used his true qi to point at the Tianchi point on Müller's chest, dodged to Müller's side, and stretched out his leg at Müller, and Müller fell on the stage on the spot.

Muller was hit by the Tianchi acupoint, lying on the stage numb, unable to even move, like a four-legged turtle, this scene even Kevin and his group in the audience couldn't stand it.

Ignoring Mueller, who fell to the ground, Yang Mo arched his hand to the audience and said, "It seems that it is now clear that it is he, the Roman gladiator, who has surrendered to me." ”

After he said this, he walked off the stage in style amid the cheers of the audience.

After a few moments, Mueller regained his instincts and stood up from the stage in embarrassment.

The tall man picked up his weapon in a gloomy manner amid the boos of the crowd, ran off the stage with some amusement, and even bumped into Kevin and the others who greeted him.

What Mueller didn't know was that he who seemed to be fine at the moment had actually been left by Yang Mo with a secret hand in Tianchi Acupoint, although he would not have to worry about his life, but when he went back to the secret hand attack, he would suffer severe pain for several days, which was Yang Mo's punishment for him.

Outside the commercial street, Yang Mo and Jiang Shuya sent the members who looked at him with adoring eyes one by one into the car, and then received today's remuneration from Jiang Shuya.

When he was about to leave, he was stopped by Jiang Shuya, Jiang Shuya bit her lip and said in a strange tone: "Can you ...... Give me your number. ”

Speaking of this, Jiang Shuya found that Yang Mo looked at her with confusion, and hurriedly explained.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, in fact, you behaved badly today, I just think you have some talent in COS, I just want to train you!"

Jiang Shuya's inconsistent arrogant appearance made Yang Mo happy in his heart: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't play COS anymore in the future, but I've already given you the phone, you can guess what it is." ”

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Jiang Shuya to react, so he got into a taxi and ran away with a smoke.

Jiang Shuya on the side of the road seemed to remember something when she heard Yang Mo's words.

She took out her mobile phone and looked through it, and finally her eyes fell on the number that Yang Mo had borrowed her mobile phone to dial, and said with a slight smile: "Liar! ”