"Xu Le, please advise!"

Today is the internal competition of the Quartet Martial Arts Gym, and the ten players with the highest attack power compete in turn, and the player who reaches one-third of the HP first is considered to lose. Players will not be able to see the health display, but the arena will calculate accurately. The ranking was random, Hao Fei was in eighth place, and it was not his turn yet. The one who spoke was the player who took the iron knife yesterday, he was in third place, he had lost four players in a row, and now he was challenging for fifth place. As long as he wins this one more, the next game will be against Hao Fei.

"Gentle swordsman, please!" The sixth player saluted with a fist, then drew a steel sword, pulled a sword flower, and posed in a very chic starting style of basic swordsmanship.

The player named Xu Le, with a wooden expression, protected the scabbard on his waist with his left hand, and held the handle of the knife lightly with his right hand, and his feet had already begun to move. However, his steps were very strange, his right leg took a small step forward, but his left leg dragged straight over like a cripple, so that with each step, there was a sound of brushing, but his body was as straight as a javelin, and the whole action looked funny and funny. Every time there is a duel, it is like this, but there are still players who can't help but laugh out loud.

The gentle swordsman couldn't help but upturn the corners of his mouth, he definitely didn't underestimate the opponent in front of him, but this action was too funny and funny. He also watched the previous few duels, and every time this player named Xu Le moved in front of the opponent in this way, the opponent was affected by his funny, delayed the timing of the shot, and lost the game. Therefore, he will never repeat the mistakes of the past, and he wants to let this knife player know that it is impossible to win forever with these crooked ways alone.

Hao Fei only stopped laughing after the first two laughs, because he had already seen that every time Xu Le took a step forward, the momentum on his body became heavier. It's a feeling that can't be explained. His opponent, the gentle swordsman, didn't feel like this, although the starting style of the basic swordsmanship was very correct and could be said to be flawless, but when he compared it, he could feel as if something was missing.

In Hao Fei's understanding, novice players should not have a situation like Xu Le, unless in reality he is a cold-blooded killer who has killed countless people. But looking at his face and age really can't connect him with a killer, besides, there will still be killers with cold weapons in modern society.

The two of them were less than two meters apart in the ring, and it was the easiest time to engage in battle. Xu Fei didn't stop, and continued to move forward step by step, without even the slightest change in his eyes, as if only he and his opponent were left in heaven and earth.

Although the corners of the gentle swordsman's mouth were still upturned, he couldn't laugh in his heart for a long time, and he finally felt why the first few players didn't make a move until this swordsman walked in front of him. This kind of killing intent was too strong, and it was the first time he felt such a strong killing intent, as if he would be killed if he moved casually. In reality, in order to seek excitement, he often wanders the streets and alleys, often fighting with others. He likes women, and sometimes he is jealous and practices with others in order to compete for the wind, and when he meets some people who have practiced and seen blood, he will have a trace of this feeling. But there was only a trace of it, unlike the rope-like killing intent of the person in front of him, so sleepy that he didn't dare to move at all, and various negative emotions such as fear and despair arose.

The two were already less than a meter apart, and the gentle swordsman even saw that the other party's right hand was already gripping the handle. "Get moving!" He couldn't say anything at all, but he didn't admit defeat in his heart, and he shouted in his heart with all his might. Even if you want to lose, you have to lose like a man, how can you not make a move. Somehow, it was at this moment that he seemed to see the previous fight for a woman again. Many times, the other party is very strong, and there are even senior bodyguards and special forces who come out to have fun, every time he is beaten to the point that his nose is blue and his face is swollen, he has never held his head and confessed, so those women have never laughed at him. And as long as he is healed, those women's calls will come by themselves, which is his method and his dignity.

"Kill!" I don't know if it was the memory of killing or the persistence in his heart that gave him strength, the gentle swordsman finally broke free at the last moment, as if tearing a gap in the thick black clouds, this roar shot out of the gap like a dazzling light, and at the same time shot out the steel sword in his hand. He knew that it had taken too much time to break free from the shackles of this killing intent, and he had no time or space to make a move, so he could only make a desperate bet.

The flying steel sword went straight to the throat of the opponent, and the gentle swordsman expected that the opponent had no room to dodge, and would definitely block the blow, so he bent down and made a dash with his chest. It's not something in basic swordsmanship, it's what he often uses in fights. In today's situation, only by breaking the opponent's momentum first and opening up the distance can there be a chance to counterattack, and gritting teeth and being rigid will definitely fail.

"Bell!" "Whew!" After two sounds, the gentle swordsman clasped his shoulders and shook his head and smiled bitterly. The idea is correct, but the momentum of the other party is too strong, and the knife is too fast. As I saw just now, the flying steel sword was almost at the throat before the other party drew the knife, but the last one came first, and at the same time as the knife was drawn, the steel sword was blocked with the knife surface, and it was not affected by the force at all. At that time, his body was in a state of flying in the air, and his shoulder ached, although he successfully knocked the other party away, but he lost. If that knife cuts his neck directly, the critical hit is five times the damage, and he will go directly to the Reincarnation Palace, and the other party will be merciful.

"I lost!" The gentle swordsman hugged his fists and saluted, admitting defeat very freely. Originally, he never thought that he would be the strongest person, but this competition has benefited him a lot, and he is already very satisfied.

"I just admit defeat after being slashed, pick up the sword and continue to go up!"

"Mess with hair, so cowardly, do you want to be shameless, go on!"

"Appeal ......"

……

As the gentle swordsman admitted defeat, many players in the audience did not understand and coaxed him. He didn't tell the difference, just picked up the steel sword on the ground, gave everyone a toothy smile, and got off the stage and went back to the practice hall.

The next one is Hao Fei's turn, and there will be ten minutes of rest after each game, the winner will recuperate, and the challenger will be ready.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

The one who spoke was one of the top ten masters of the so-called Sifang Martial Arts Gym behind Hao Fei, and he was also a boxer. Hao Fei was putting on his equipment, and when he heard this, he shook his head and said, "I don't know, do you see what's coming?" ”

The player said: "That Xu Le is very strong, I feel that he has an indescribable momentum, which is to use his ugly steps to come out." Why don't you start it later, so that he doesn't have a chance to walk? ”

Hao Fei knew that this person also sensed Xu Le's momentum, and said with a smile: "You are treating me as an experiment, what if it doesn't work?" ”

The man pouted and said, "If you can't admit defeat, do you have any other way?" ”

"Ding!" As he was talking, ten minutes were up, and Hao Fei said as he walked into the ring: "Winning or losing is actually not that important, and it is also a gain to feel the momentum oppression at this stage." ”