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"Boy, let me teach you a lesson. "A bandit came out of the crowd and walked into the ring.

The bandit was a head taller than Shaoyang, the flesh bumps all over his body, and he was very strong, and every time he took a step, the dust on the ground was raised, and Shaoyang could feel the vibration.

However, at a distance of a few meters, the bandit seemed to have walked dozens of steps, and when he got closer, he still did not stop preparing to attack, but kept approaching Shaoyang, and the mace dragged the ground to plow a ditch.

"Look at the move. The bandit's movements were not fast, but they were full of strength, and the mace was raised high and smashed towards Shaoyang in front of him.

With sufficient reaction time, Shaoyang took two steps back, easily dodged the mace, and before he fell to the ground, he realized that he was wrong, raised his left hand to cover in front of him, and hurriedly slashed a few times with the sword in his hand, and immediately retreated a distance.

The mace didn't hit Shaoyang, but it smashed to the ground, and the huge force hit it violently, and a pit was smashed out of the ground in an instant, lifting up large and small clods of soil, and splashing around.

"It hurts. The large pieces of dirt that flew in were chopped up, and Shaoyang was still hit by a lot of tiny clods, grinning in pain. Looking at the bandits on the other side, he let the clods of soil fall on his body without even frowning.

Shaoyang looked carefully, understanding that the opponent's defense ability was not weak, and he didn't know where to attack for a while, if he attacked head-on, Shaoyang didn't feel that he could bear it, and he was afraid that he would have to peel off his skin if he rubbed it casually.

The bandits won't give time for Shaoyang to think, holding a mace and continuing to smash at Shaoyang, with the previous lesson, Shaoyang directly hid farther, the two were at a stalemate, the bandits couldn't touch Shaoyang, and Shaoyang didn't know how to fight back, so he could only keep dodging.

They chased one by one and hid, and had a lot of fun, but others couldn't stand it, especially dissatisfied with Shaoyang's ability to run away, and many people started to coax and abuse.

"That kid, don't run if you have the ability!"

"Nothing but running away?"

Shaoyang didn't want to run, but what if he didn't run, he tried to attack a few times, the opponent's movements were not fast, but the speed of blocking the attack was not slow, and Shaoyang was forced back by the opponent's mace before he got close.

"Whew, boy, don't run, let me smash you. The bandit's aura has become a little heavier, and so far he hasn't touched Shaoyang once, and he has already wasted a lot of physical strength, and he has become a little tired.

Finding that the other party was tired and panting, Shaoyang finally found an opportunity, and if he couldn't move, he would tire you to death, not only running more happily, but also mocking the other party from time to time.

"Damn boy!" the bandit was furious, chasing and killing even harder, the more he chased, the more chaotic he became, and he collapsed directly on the ground tiredly after chasing him, "I, I admit defeat." ”

The boring battle finally ended, and for Shaoyang's victory again, everyone could only sigh that he was shameless and too lucky, and they were more and more optimistic about Shaoyang's strength, and many people wanted to play for a while.

"Boy, you're pretty fast, but I'm sorry you met me. "A diminutive bandit was one step ahead of the others, and he was confident in his speed and rushed towards Shaoyang.

"Really?" Shaoyang danced a sword flower, compared a starting style, his swordsmanship under the training of Zhao Yun and Xu Shu was quite effective, the first two competitions did not have a chance to use, and now he just tried his skills.

The weapon used by the short bandit is a short sword, and the speed of stabbing is faster than his movement speed, but he is good at sneak attacks, and he didn't expect Shaoyang's swordsmanship in advance, and the frontal battle is a little constrained.

After more than a dozen rounds, the dwarf bandit rolled his eyes, took out a bag of things from his arms, and threw it at Shaoyang.

"What is it?" Shaoyang had already noticed his movements, and he was on guard in his heart, and slashed at the flying unknown object with a sword, and with a bang, white powder scattered in all directions.

The sudden situation startled Shaoyang, and he hurriedly waved his saber to block the powder from the outside.

The powder obscured the view, and the dwarf bandit took the opportunity to detour behind Shaoyang and quickly stabbed the short sword in the back.

Feeling the crisis behind him, Shaoyang made the right judgment for the first time, tried to protect his eyes with his left hand, rolled forward, and passed through the powder.

After rolling a few times in a row, Shaoyang stabilized his body, turned to face the bandit, there was a slight tingling sensation in his back, he reached out and touched the pain, his clothes were torn, leaving a wound that was not deep.

There is a lot of powder on the body, but there is nothing unusual for the time being, my fingers are glued and rubbed, I feel that there is no danger, so I put down my nose and smell it, and the tip of my tongue is slightly down, just flour, not lime powder, poisonous powder and other things.

Shaoyang felt scared of the situation just now, if he reacted slowly, or if the other party threw out not flour, but other powders, he would be in danger.

"Death. After calming his mood, Shaoyang immediately rushed towards the bandits.

Fighting the other party head-on is not your opponent, if the time drags on for a long time, I don't know what tricks will be, and a quick victory is the best choice at the moment.

Shaoyang's sword moves were much more powerful than before, and after a few rounds, the bandits were already overwhelmed and gradually lost their ability to parry.

"I throw in the towel. The bandit's short sword was picked up by Shaoyang, his wrist was scratched, and he hurriedly surrendered and admitted defeat, and Shaoyang won the third victory.

As a result, the bandits who wanted to play against Shaoyang before hesitated, and most of them interrupted their thoughts, but there were still many people who did not give up.

After four games, five games, and even the ninth victory, Shaoyang's aura also became messy, and the bandits he defeated just now were not easy among the second-level warriors, and the continuous battles made him consume a lot of energy.

"It's the limit. Shaoyang gasped and wiped the sweat from his face, he still wanted to wait for the next bandit to enter, see the strength of the other party and then decide whether to quit, he still had expectations for Shisheng in his heart, but unfortunately God didn't let him get his wish.

The previous battles were all ordinary bandit leaders or big forces and small leaders, maybe they couldn't get used to Shaoyang winning nine games in a row, and the big forces finally made a move, and the enemy Shaoyang faced in this time was the leader of one of the bandits second only to the Big Three, Vulture.

"I throw in the towel. "Shaoyang is unwilling but can only admit defeat, vultures belong to a group of bandits they have focused on, the strength of fourth-level warriors, there is no chance to fight at all.

"Excuse me, it's too late to admit defeat now. The vulture didn't mean to let Shaoyang go, no matter that he had already admitted defeat, wielding a meteor hammer and attacking Shaoyang directly.

The strength is crushed, even if Shaoyang was not an opponent in his heyday, and now he can't even escape if he wants to.