Ermao's left hand covered the wound between the ribs, where the blood was still bubbling out, and the knife in his right hand was still blocking my knife in an orderly manner, not chaotic at all, and I couldn't see the injury at all.

"This guy is a cold-blooded animal, and he is still so calm in this situation. ”

After attacking more than a dozen knives, I still didn't find a chance, but was attacked by the opponent and almost injured myself, I was shocked!

The opponent is obviously waiting for an opportunity to move, at this moment I already know that the other party must be a strong opponent who often wanders between life and death, he is still calm and calm under such a heavy blow, his wounds are still gurgling and bleeding, but his moves are not chaotic at all, still calm and sharp, such an opponent is terrible.

I'm afraid this is a different state of mind!

Just as I was always anxious in my righteous moves before, now when my opponent looks at my moves, I believe he must be anxious, he is waiting for me to be carried away by victory, he is waiting for me to make a mistake!

He's waiting for his chance!

"No, you have to be calm at this time, the more you are about to win, the more dangerous it is. ”

I sank down, no longer wanting to rush to win, and fighting with one knife at a time was like fighting someone who wasn't hurt.

At this moment, I have found that I have just appeared too eager, when a person is about to win, and it is also the time when it is most likely to make mistakes, I looked at the other party's wound that was still bleeding, and I had an idea:

"Kill him, fight slowly, I don't believe that his blood can shed for an hour. ”

Thinking of this, my moves have become unhurried, and I only focus on attacking the opponent's left side, forcing the opponent to use his right hand knife to catch the left move, which will involve his wound and bleed more.

Despite this, every time I fight against the other party, I can still feel the opponent's strength, each knife is like a split on a stone, and the opponent's strength still shows no signs of loosening, such an opponent is really terrifying, cold-blooded enough!

In the battle at this moment, I actually didn't have the upper hand, which made my heart more calm, the more so, the more careful I played, the more so, the more I could feel the opponent's coldness, I really don't understand, what kind of environment and training can practice such a cold and calm state of mind?

Could it be that I saw the leaflet of the Iceberg Club before, the result of devilish training and hellish training?

Most likely, I really don't know what kind of training it is, and I can train such a state of mind!

After thinking about it quickly, I immediately got rid of these distractions, and now my target is the opponent on the field, and my first clear thing now is to consume him slowly, and I must consume him to death!

"This one we threw in the towel. ”

Suddenly, an old and hoarse voice came from the direction of the Iceberg Society from under the ring, and the voice was extremely thick.

I didn't pay attention to him, I just didn't hear it, anyway, Ermao's red eyes didn't stop, and I continued, who is afraid of whom?

Suddenly, just when Ermao and I were still desperately stabbing out, suddenly between me and Ermao in the ring, a short and thick guy suddenly appeared.

This is a somewhat old man from the Dalang Empire, with a curly beard on his chin, this old man appeared directly between our two mao, and then I felt that the space in front of me suddenly condensed, and then a water blue barrier suddenly appeared between me and Ermao, like a cloud of mist, at this moment I slashed on the blue mist with my two knives, as if it was stuck with glue, I couldn't cut it anymore, and it was difficult to move.

After Ermao saw the old man coming, his confused eyes were in a trance, and then he immediately accepted the move and stood by honestly, but at this moment, his entire pants were soaked with blood, his face had become pale, and he was even a little shaky when he stood up, obviously losing too much blood.

"In this game, we threw in the towel. ”

The short old man who came up drank coldly again, it seemed that he was the head of the Iceberg Society in Beishengjing, and then he turned around, walked to Ermao's side with a blue face and lifted Ermao with his hand, and lifted Ermao, who was about to faint, out of the ring, interrupting the game.

I withdrew the sword, the old man on the other side was at least the strength of the Great Dou Master, and I couldn't even use the strength to struggle in front of him.

"Oh, we win!"

Everyone in the Zhihe family cheered, and even many onlookers around them were smiling, it seemed that everyone didn't like this iceberg club very much.

When I stepped out of the ring, Duan Li and Shouyi surrounded me happily and excitedly, happily clasped my arm and said, "Ling Feng, it's really not simple, it's good." ”

"Nothing, just luck. ”

I replied with a light smile, not that I was modest, because I knew very well that my victory just now could really be said to be lucky, on the one hand, the opponent did not understand me, but I was very clear about the fighting style of the Dalang people, and on the other hand, the opponent began to be angered by me and underestimated the enemy, giving me the opportunity to hurt him, if there were no these two, I don't know when this battle would go, and it was difficult to say whether the victory or defeat would be.

The opponent's knife power was fierce and strong from beginning to end, which made me realize that there was still a big gap between me and the opponent in terms of strength, and the opponent's cold-blooded mentality was even more terrifying, bleeding almost to death, and still calmly looking for an opportunity to fight back.

Based on these two points, I feel that there is still a gap between my fighting consciousness and the opponent, and if I fight for a longer time, it is really difficult to predict the outcome of the battle.

Still, I'm glad that I was able to defeat an Iceberg Society's opponent, which proved that I was in the right direction to practice the Foolish Knife, and I finally had a chance to win them.

It's just that there is still a little solemnity occasionally flashing in the bottom of my heart, the training of these guys from the Iceberg Club is really terrible, how do they train it? I'm really curious.

"Brother, you have to fight to become famous, anyone who can defeat the Iceberg Society will almost be valued by everyone. At this moment, Duan Li came up to me and said with a smile, looking very easy-going and kind.

"Hehe, I hope so, it's best to add some money, it's affordable, haha!"

Rubbing my numb and stinging hands, I smiled.

I'm relaxed and don't get burdened by fame.

In fact, I know that for the battle I just had, I believe that many people will still say that the people of the Iceberg Club underestimated the enemy, so I had this chance to win, and in the end, I didn't knock out the opponent and win, which is still difficult to prove that I have absolute strength.

Of course, the game is played little by little, and the strength is also proved one by one, but whether there is a chance to continue to prove depends on the next game.

At this moment, it is time for the third game to begin.

Shouyi took a deep breath with a solemn expression, and now that his scene had become critical, he stepped into the ring after stabilizing his mind.

But everyone knows that this one will be very difficult to fight, the strength of the three opponents is almost the same, and for the third game, the people of the Iceberg Club will definitely pay more attention to it.

When Shouyi stepped into the ring, a short and stubby guy on the other side had already stood in the ring early, and the other party had already lost a game, and the third person from the Iceberg Club no longer had a little bit of contempt for the enemy, and his eyes were full of concentration.

After the referee saw that the two had their weapons, he directly announced the start of the game.

I shook my head, Shouyi didn't use his eight-sided slashing technique at the beginning, it was a failure.

It is estimated that Shouyi may feel that it will be too faceless to do so, the children of wealthy families sometimes care about face, he is not as open as Duan Li, but with his ability, in fact, after he made this decision, I am afraid that most people already know the result, and Shouyi has lost his biggest reliance on victory.

When the short guy from the Iceberg Club heard the start, he rushed forward like a cannonball, and he no longer gave his opponent time to prepare the exercises, so he slashed at Shouyi with his sword.

Shouyi should be confident in his own strength, after all, his knife is nearly twice as heavy as others, so he imitates me, standing there with his knife facing the other party, ready to take it hard.

"When~~"

A blatant screeching bang erupted.

Kick, kick, kick, kick!

Shouyi's body trembled violently, and his sturdy body was shaken back four steps by the little man's knife before he could stand firmly, and it could be seen that his entire arm was already a little stiff, and the tiger's mouth on his hand had cracked, because his knife handle was already full of blood stains.

The strength of the dwarf clan was unexpectedly strong, and he, the son of a rich family, must also lack this kind of real training, so after he was hit by the other party, he almost lost his combat effectiveness.

The other party was obviously brutally trained, and the short and stubby guy did not relax in the slightest because of the advantage, and played very focused, rushing up like a cannonball again, without giving Shouyi any more chance, and giving Shouyi another heavy knife as fast as lightning.

"When~~"

This time, Shouyi was even more resistant, and was directly repelled under the ring.

The Zhihe family lost 1-2 to the Iceberg Society, and we directly withdrew from the competition for the Ice Miasma Crocodile's Tail