After the aftermath came on, the room was quiet, and the atmosphere became a little tense.

Although it was the first time for Wu Mian to participate in such a competition, these days, after several life-and-death battles, especially yesterday, he directly used his sword to kill a Yin Spirit.

For him, this so-called free sword fight is just a game at best......

While thinking, Fang Jie pushed open the door again and walked into the lounge: "Liu Xiaoyang." ”

"So fast!"

Wu Mian frowned, only feeling that Fang Jie didn't seem to have been on the field for long.

Looked at the time on the wall.

The game has only passed about ten minutes now, and it is over so quickly.

Wu Mian thought for a moment.

It's true.

He fights with people these days, and it is almost a minute or two.

At this time, Liu Xiaoyang, who was wearing a mask, walked up to Wu Mian and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous." ”

Wu Mian wondered in his heart: I'm really not nervous!

......

It was his turn next.

Wu Mian got up and moved his body joints, warmed up his body, and prepared to play.

After some activities, Wu Mian's hand holding the wooden sword was loose and tight, and he experienced every minute and inch of the change on the wooden sword.

At this time, Wu Mian heard Fang Jie's footsteps, looked up at the time, and it was only about two or three minutes before and after.

Fortunately, during this time, Wu Mian was already familiar with the wooden sword in his hand, and when he held it in his hand, he could reach the tip of the sword with a movement of his arm.

Fang Jie pushed the door and walked in: "Wu Mian." ”

Wu Mian said hello to Zhang Song, and then followed Fang Jie out of the lounge.

On the way, Wu Mian glanced at Fang Jie's face, which was called a gloomy face.

Fang Jie noticed Wu Mian's eyes, took a breath, and said with relief: "This is your first time participating in a free sword fight, no one will blame you, don't be nervous, relax." ”

Originally, Wu Mian was recommended by him to enter the kendo group, Fang Jie naturally knew that Wu Mian's swordsmanship was good, but if he was good at swordsmanship, he might not be able to win.

What is the basis of actual combat?

Combat awareness.

If you don't have enough sense of fighting, you may not be able to exert 10% of your strength.

Moreover, the members of this competition are all high-level martial artists, and in comparison, Wu Mian's physique is weak.

To be honest, originally they didn't want Wu Mian to participate in this exchange competition.

Although Wu Mian has participated in a lot of sword fights, free sword fights and competition sword fights are different, this is a real actual combat ......

It was only because Lin Xinan insisted on going his own way that he was allowed to play.

"Uh......"

Wu Mian was a little depressed,

Why do they all treat him as a rookie one by one!?

If it weren't for the regulations of the investigation department, Wu Mian would have wanted to reveal his identity as an investigator to them.

"Wow!"

As soon as Wu Mian walked out of the passage, there was a lot of noise on the field, vaguely mixed with some sparse applause.

Since becoming a martial artist, Wu Mian has gradually become accustomed to being watched, his eyes looked through the barbed wire fence of his mask, and he glanced at the members sitting next to him, Yu Bo and the others sat on the seats, all of them were injured, fortunately, the injuries were not serious, perhaps because they lost too badly, so the atmosphere seemed a little sluggish.

"Players on stage!"

Voices came from the platform.

There are 12 protective piles around the platform, and there is an iron mesh between the piles, once you touch the net, or touch the pile, you will lose.

Wu Mian walked onto the stage, and there were two figures standing on the stage:

A female player, a strong referee.

"Gao Yue!?"

Although Wu Mian didn't know each other, among the people Yu Bo said, there was only one woman, and she was called Gao Yue.

The referee began to routinely ask, "Did the players come on voluntarily?"

"Yes. ”

"Did someone use coercion, inducement, or other means to coerce you into playing?"

"Nope!"

"Are you willing to take responsibility for your actions?"

"Yes!"

......

“...... Players are not allowed to attack the throat, anterior vulva, etc.!"

After some explanation and confirmation, the referee walked off the field.

Wu Mian looked at his opponent through the mask, the other party held a blood-stained wooden sword in his hand, and looked at the blood-stained area, which should have been caused by the rain of thorns......

"Players prepare!"

The referee's voice rang out.

Wu Mian felt the energy fluctuations on the opponent's body through the skill card, and climbed to the extreme, his eyes glowing red.

When!

With the sound of the alarm bell, Gao Yue's feet let out a small friction sound, the feet were smooth, and the figure seemed to be unrestrained by gravity, quickly approaching Wu Mian, and the safety sword stabbed Wu Mian's chest like electricity.

"Edgeworthiness!?"

Wu Mian raised an eyebrow.

It was immediately discovered that it was not.

The speed of the other party is also 278 m/s, which looks more like a strengthened version of the moon step.

This trick is enough for ordinary people.

After all, with her starting speed, even if she is one point faster than a martial artist, if she is a little careless, she reacts one step slower, and she may be on the road, and the previous Liu Xiaoyang was defeated by her because of this move.

However, for Wu Mian, Gao Yue's move was not interesting enough.

Since his swordsmanship reached the essence level, his current nervous reaction can already be compared to that of a great martial artist.

Wu Mian stood in place, the power of qi and blood passed into his arm, and with a backhand blow, he was about to swing away the thorny rain of Gao Yue.

Gao Yue's footsteps paused, the sword momentum stopped abruptly, and then he used his backbone to drive his waist and hips to move in coordination, and his backhand was another ghost cut and slashed at Wu Mian.

In such a short period of time, Gao Yue was able to react and change her moves in time, which shows that her proficiency in swordsmanship has reached a very high level.

But for Wu Mian, proficiency is far from enough.

Between the two swords, a large crashing sound suddenly burst out in the space, and when the sword wind slammed together, the air felt like it exploded.

But at this moment, Gao Yue's arm was shocked, and the shuriken was directly bounced away, and his feet involuntarily slid back.

Between the two sword weapons, Gao Yue only felt that the power transmitted from the opponent's sword was beyond imagination, and he directly lost his center of gravity.

Although in terms of strength competition, female martial artists are not as good as male martial artists, but Wu Mian's previous blow seems to be just an ordinary move, not a formal swordsmanship, how can there be such a strong power!?

Warriors!?

Just when Gao Yue's face changed slightly, he suddenly saw the other party take a step forward, Gao Yue's pupils shrank, and he was about to dodge sideways.

If her guess is correct, what Wu Mian will use next is the thorn rain.

And now her center of gravity is unstable, her feet can't be rooted in the earth, and her strength can't be used, so she can only choose to dodge.

She guessed correctly, Wu Mian's next move was indeed the Piercing Rain Sword, but what she didn't guess was Wu Mian's sword speed.

With this sword piercing, there was a piercing scream in the air, and as soon as Gao Yue's figure moved, Wu Mian's sword was already against her breastplate......