Lett strode towards the middle of the field, his brisk steps less like walking, more like floating. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Although Litter has actually slowed down his pace as much as possible to make himself look calm and personable. He is a knight, a representative of Crescent City, and soon a great hero of great fame and reverence, but he cannot show any signs of eagerness, impatience, arrogance, arrogance, vulgarity, etc., under the noses of tens of thousands of spectators who are witnesses.

Well, he's doing his best, really trying.

Soon Lett met the man who was "destined to be his stepping stone", a tall and strong man, a boxer dressed in equipment that resembled a humanoid weapon.

In the spirit of authentic chivalry, Lett smiled humbly and kindly at the other party, but the other party only replied with a fierce look, and Leit didn't care, who cares about the malice from a stepping stone? Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, he only cooperated with the arbitration and the master of ceremonies with a smile on his face, but in his heart he was secretly recalling the information of the opponent in front of him.

Carragher, a fighter of unknown origin, a legendary rank, but a recent promotion, is said to have witnessed his promotion process with his own eyes, according to his evaluation, "good strength, it needs to be taken seriously".

A very orthodox fighter.

The style is orthodox, using the most mainstream school of boxing, and the outfit is orthodox, and the equipment he chooses to match is still the most mainstream boxer's outfit ideas, and does not show his personality - but the equipment is indeed luxurious enough! After reading his shopping list (it is not difficult for Crescent City to get this), Litter was surprised by Ferreira's magnanimity and generosity.

It's too willing to buy a body like that for your subordinates at one time, right?

However, Rett did not feel any additional pressure on this, and he was never afraid of this kind of parallel trade legend who relied on equipment to gain rank - yes, Carragher was classified as a parallel trade by him. As for the "passing the evaluation test only by relying on 60 percent of the strength" mentioned in the information, Liet expressed strong doubts, and only then did he buy a piece of luxury equipment and turn his head to hide his strength, isn't it split? Isn't it a contradiction?

Don't say anything about making illusions to confuse your opponents! It's all bluffing! Anyway, Lett is so convinced.

The arbitrators and emcees around him gradually left, the voices in the arena became louder and louder, and the duel was about to begin, and Litt felt his blood boiling.

Take a deep breath -

"That's all for information, is there?

"It seems that there is no ...... Oh yes, Saphius seems to have said a warning just now, what is it?"

"Be careful...... Be careful...... What should you be careful of?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter!"

"The third round of the showdown has officially begun~~~!"

The words sounded, Leite came back to his senses, looked at the face, focused his eyes on the opponent, he drew his long sword, put on a posture that he felt was the most handsome and graceful, and saluted the opponent, "The First Knight of Crescent City, Golden Dawn, Leit Film!"

However, his opponent, Carragher, who had already set up a standard boxing stance more than ten feet away, did not appreciate his kindness, glared angrily, and opened his mouth to shout: "Disgusting!!

Before he could finish speaking, he rushed towards Leitt, and the first collision between the two came straightforwardly-

While~!

The long sword and fist gauntlet intersected, knocking out a string of sparks, but that's it, neither of them took advantage of anything.

One touch is divided, far away.

The strength of his opponent was significantly higher than he expected, and Liet was slightly surprised, but it didn't matter, everything was still under control. Without delay, Lite immediately began to use the family secret method - running it with all his might, and a large cloud of rich golden light immediately appeared on his body, and in the blink of an eye, his whole person was drowned in it.

Yes, Lett decided to come up and do everything he could, nothing else, just because he wanted to win the glory. In this way, bento wins strong, beautiful, and indisputable. It's best to suppress your opponent at the beginning, then crush them all the way to the final victory with ease, and of course, add a few performative pieces of work along the way - perfect!

Anyway, it must not be entangled and fought endlessly - that is still a glorious hairy and brilliant fart?

The time has come!

Lett looked his opponent up and down, looking for the right position to attack.

"Okay! right here! Left Underbelly!"

In the next second, he moved, turned into a streamer, and flew in a straight line.

The speed was like electricity, and in an instant, it crossed the short distance between the two, and others only felt dazzled for a while, and when they saw it clearly, they found that Leit had appeared behind the opponent's left side, a position that the opponent was not embarrassed or embarrassed to take into account.

At the first time, Lett stabbed a sword at the opponent, but suddenly it was dark in front of him, and he saw a fist wearing a fist glove, the fist was rapidly approaching, it was the opponent's left fist!

It was only at this time that Litter suddenly remembered what kind of warning Ye Guyun had given just now......

Watch out for his left hand!

......

......

In the box, there was a dead silence, just like the entire arena outside.

The group sat stunned, speechless, and stunned.

The master of ceremonies' unheaving voice was still echoing: "The third round of the duel! The winner is! The First National Defense Army of the West! Legendary boxer, Carragher!"

Lett, defeated......

"How, how so?" said Tiago, with difficulty. Although his hunch was confirmed, he was not happy at all.

"It's not because of your crow's mouth!" Frank yelled angrily.

"Hey, can you be reasonable?" said Tiago, and while he understood that this was Frank's angry remarks in a bad mood, it didn't mean that he was willing to act as an outlet for him - I was in a bad mood myself, too!

"Huh, unreasonable, unreasonable, I'll have done it with you a long time ago!" Frank continued.

Thiago was also angry, and rolled up his sleeves: "Come on, just do it! Who is afraid of whom?"

Boom!

But it was Roch who slammed the table.

"You two, sit down and shut up!"

The voice was very soft, very flat, and very straight, but everyone felt the coldness in it, and the two of them were awe-inspiring, and quickly silenced and sat down according to the words.

Rubbing the corners of his forehead, Luo Qi sighed: "What a surprise!"

Derotan stroked his beard: "The result may be surprising, but it is not. Knowing the true strength of that Carragher, you know that Lither was not unjustly defeated!"

"You mean, Carragher is far better than Leitt?" Roche said, "Well, we can all see that. But, but this is outrageous! That guy took less than twenty moves to knock Leit down, is he strong enough to crush Leitt?"

"Strictly speaking, it's another story if you can count twenty moves! After all, it's just a combo, a boxer's combo......" Frank said weakly.

"Strictly speaking, a combo can only be counted as a boxer......'s round!" It was killed by that guy in an instant......" Tiago added.

"I'm already cold! I don't need you two to pour cold water on me!" Rocchi scolded the two of them with a stinky face, and then rubbed his head again, half venting and half questioning, "Why is this ......happening?"

"Because of his left hand. Ives said suddenly.

"Left hand?" the three of them followed the voice.

"Yes, left-handed. The left hand is the guy's strongest point, and it's his real killer move," Ives explained, "It's just that he usually hides this and disguises himself as a common right-handed boxer, which is very successful, and when people see his starting position, they subconsciously think that his left hand is just a second-hand hand, only defensive and supportive, not a lethal threat......"

"What treacherous!" Frank blurted out angrily.

"What's treacherous?" Derotan looked disapproving, "What warrior doesn't hide his killing moves, how deep and how deep he buries them, and easily doesn't show them to people?" Just like the bastard of Suphius, who knows how many killing moves he hides and what they are?"

"Uh, uh......" Frank was speechless.

"Anyway, Lett is on the way," Derotan said, raised his eyes to see Avis, and said: "Old goblin, you continue, I won't rob you of your rare performance time, continue to continue~!"

"Yes, Llett was hit, he mistook him for a right-handed fighter, and habitually thought that the left side was the weakness of the opponent, so as you can see, he deliberately chose to attack from behind the opponent's left flank - if Carragher was really a right-handed fighter, it would be a very aggressive attack......"

"Unfortunately, it's not ......," Frank muttered.

"So it's tragic...... Tiago muttered.

"It's that simple. Ives shook his head, "In fact, although Lite is indeed weaker than the other party, the gap is not as big as it seems, and if you play ten or one hundred games, even if most of them are going to lose, there will definitely be no disparity that will be taken away by one set......"

"Just as Weiss almost took De Oran in one set," Derotan continued, "it's a fortuitous result of a combination of elaborate design and surprise, and it can't be repeated!"

"But," Thiago said in a daze, "none of that matters. ”

"Because," said Frank in a daze, "we've lost two games and can't afford to lose again." ”

Thiago: "To lose again is to lose the whole glory matchup......"

Frank: "If you lose again, you will be erected as a statue......"

Thiago: "It's too hurtful not to win this projected victory!"

Frank: "Messed up the whole plan!"

Thiago: "Win the fourth game!"

Frank: "Absolutely!"

Tiago: "Are the masters you invited reliable?"

Frank: "Probably...... Reliable...... Right?"

Thiago: "Doesn't seem to be reliable......"

Frank: "...... What to do?"

Regardless of what anyone had in mind, this result that Ferreira and the others had expected but had not been expected by Crescent City was already a solid fact.

On the sidelines, on the side of the First National Defense Force in the West.

"Haha, haha, hahaha~~~!"

Ferreira was tilting her head and hip over, laughing heartlessly.

Ferreira definitely has reason to laugh so happily and so wildly, and think about what the results of the previous matchups were?

The first was a pyrrhic victory -- and fortunately, it was a victory, but hell it was almost an embarrassing draw when Volkal's irresponsible self-destruction was embraced and the same fate was lost! In the end, it was Yasmin who exhausted his last bit of strength to barely salvage this almost lost victory, which was really dismal! Such a victory, for Ferreira, who had high requirements and high expectations, was no different from defeat at all, and it was too late to be upset, so how could he be happy about it?

The second, even worse, was defeated. suppressed most of the game, and then was taken away by the opponent in an instant, and was beaten by the girl like a sandbag, beating her face like a pig's head and covered with injuries, and she felt ashamed to think about it - a shame that pierced the heart. Ferreira felt that De Oran would probably not be able to raise his head among his partners for a long time after that.

The third scene, hehe, is finally here - strong crushing, a set of takeaways, clear and clear, no controversy, neat, no dragging, in short, the demeanor of the strong is fully displayed!

This is the ideal victory that has been expected to be "as it should be"! In the plan, it was prepared to do everything in every game! Although the truth is that it will not be achieved until the third game......

But it doesn't matter, it's better to come slowly than not to come (Ferreira thought it wouldn't come at one point given the unexpected strength of his opponent), and besides, the surprise after the twists and turns is sweeter than the result that comes step by step.

So Ferreira now just laughed and smirked.

"Haha, haha, hahaha~~~!"

It was almost before he beckoned to Bremer on the side: "Look! Carragher has made a perfect demonstration for you, what to do next, you know~!"

Bremer chuckled, "Of course, General, you're just waiting to see the one I have prepared for you, hehe, a special surprise!"

On the other side, Crescent City, the atmosphere is completely different.

It's not gloomy clouds, but treacherous clouds.

The background is: Leitt's unexpected defeat in the third game made the big score come to 1-2, and the opponent's match point is in hand, as long as he wins one more game, he can achieve the final victory, which means that in the next fourth game, his side cannot afford to lose......

The situation is: everyone in the waiting room, everyone has their own calculations, pondering each other, and each has its own ghosts......

The question before us is: who to send in the fourth game?

For this, Ye Guyun, Mephis, Marca and Dean are engaged in a fierce battle, you come and go, do not give in to each other, and even ......

Get ready for a big fight.