Mu Ziang's defense and offense are very stable, coupled with his rich experience in the arena, Ye Zhao will have a certain difficulty in winning against him in the next decisive match.

The coach was standing next to him with a water bottle, and then he interjected and said, "So in the face of such a player, we have to seize the opportunity to defend and attack." ”

He took a chair and sat down: "When you fought against Mu Ziang just now, did you find out where his weakness was?" ”

Ye Zhao pondered for a moment and said, "Weakness? After only playing these two games, I really didn't find any obvious weaknesses in him. ”

The coach's hand was on his knee, he knocked lightly, and a pair of thick eyebrows were raised: "There are no obvious weaknesses?" Do you know I want to knock you on the skull? You give me a clear idea before answering. ”

"Uh...... As far as I don't like to admit it, this guy is a bit careless. ”

"That's right, it's not a good thing to be overconfident, he won you in the first game, so he didn't take you seriously in the second game, which led to the score being leveled by you."

The coach explained: "If you return to the field after a while, he is cautious, you will not be able to beat him at all." ”

Although Ye Zhao was not convinced in his heart, in front of such a thing as strength, he had to admit that what the coach said was right.

"Listen to that, right? So the key to the next game if you want to get this final is to use skill. ”

Ye Zhao made a modest statement: "Listen to me." ”

The coach only gave one sentence of guidance: "Soldiers don't get tired of cheating." ”

The soldiers are not tired of cheating, Ye Zhao locked his brows and fell into a dilemma for a while, and Le Bao inadvertently said: "It's like we play a game, deceive him about his skills!" ”

"Hey!" The coach instantly smiled and patted Lebao on the shoulder: "The child is so smart!" ”

The game is the game, and the reality is the reality.

The real battle is far more intense and thrilling than in the game, time, judgment, and skill, and if one ring goes wrong, today's champion will have no chance with him.

The referee in the arena soon returned, solved the stomach problem, and the referee who returned to the field looked extremely refreshed.

He walked up to the stage: "Ahem, I'm sorry, I have something to do and leave for a while, please take a break and we will play the final round next." ”

The audience, who were walking around the auditorium, slowly returned to their original positions.

After Lebao finally shouted cheers, he circled the venue and returned to his seat.

Her butt was just on the bench, and Ji Xiao leaned over to ask: "What did you tell your brother?" ”

"I went to tell my brother to come on, and then I listened to the coach and uncle guide him how to play."

"What if...... What if your brother loses to an opponent? ”

Lebao shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you lose, you lose, it won't be good, it's just a game." ”

Hearing this answer, Ji Xiao's eyes bent and smiled into a crescent moon: "I envy you brothers and sisters a little." ”

It is really enviable to have such a relative who supports him unconditionally.

As the third game began, the atmosphere in the stadium also became solemn.

It's a crucial match, and whoever wins between the two will win the title.

Fighting to the end, no one wants to make a mistake at a critical moment.

Mu Ziang maintained his own rhythm, staring at Ye Zhao like a hunting wolf the whole time.

Without noticing, Ye Zhao was hit by him to the effective part, and the referee immediately recorded a point.

Ye Zhao, who was originally impregnable, seemed to be disrupted because of this blow, and his mentality seemed to be unstable, and he almost broke through twice in a row.

Mu Ziang would not let him go easily, and seized the opportunity to attack step by step, Ye Zhao was only left with defense, and he was forced to retreat step by step, showing that he fell into Mu Ziang's hands.

Just when he was about to be pushed to the edge of the line, Mu Ziang wanted to find an opportunity to induce him to make a mistake and make Ye Zhao step out of the bottom line.

Unexpectedly, in just a few seconds when he was planning and hesitating, Ye Zhao suddenly made a Jedi counterattack, and when Mu Ziang reacted, it was too late to think about defense.

He was stabbed in the torso by Ye Zhao's sword, Ye Zhao scored a point, and the next situation was even more twisted.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the number of hits between the two sides had been equal, and when the battle was in the back, Ye Zhao defended like a turtle that shrunk into its shell.

Mu Ziang glanced at the chronograph, he couldn't grab the advantage and became anxious, and his playing style was much more aggressive, trying to find an opportunity to defeat Ye Zhao in this last time.

His obviously anxious mood, as his opponent Ye Zhao quickly noticed it, and he deliberately showed a flaw in his heart.

Sure enough, Mu Ziang took the bait and seized this opportunity to attack directly, what he didn't expect was that Ye Zhao made an effective resistance, and hit him in the arm with a backhand sword.

At this moment, Mu Ziang's eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, as if he didn't understand how he could lose on this small mistake.

At the same time, the referee declared the end of the match.

The audience in the audience stood up and applauded, Ye Zhao put away his sword and took off his helmet, and his black hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

He shook his head, although he won, he didn't have much smug look on his face, but calmly held his helmet and took the initiative to shake hands with Mu Ziang.

In the midst of enthusiastic applause, Mu Ziang's hand holding the sword hung on the ground, as if he was hit by a sudden failure, and he couldn't accept the reality of his failure for a while.

Ye Zhao's outstretched hand did not receive a response for a long time, and even the referee couldn't help but step forward to remind Mu Ziang who was standing.

After the referee stepped forward and patted him, Mu Ziang seemed to have found his soul again, and raised his hand to slowly take off his helmet.

He looked at Ye Zhao, his face full of disbelief: "I actually lost to you?" ”

"Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and I hope I will have the opportunity to fight with you again next time." Ye Zhao withdrew his hand and turned to the audience to thank him.

Mu Ziang didn't make any moves, didn't shake hands with Ye Zhao, didn't salute the audience, didn't say a word, turned his head and left the arena.

In the fencing competition, this behavior of the players is very impolite, and everyone is stunned when they look at this scene.

Even the referee turned around and followed Mu Ziang off the stage, and under the gaze of so many people, Mu Zi walked to the coach without looking back.

The coach patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, Mu Ziang, who has gone through so many arenas, doesn't need to be unable to afford to lose even a game.

It's good to have the heart of winning and losing, but it is not necessarily too heavy to be of winning and losing.

Seeing the coach whisper a few words to Mu Ziang, Mu Ziang raised his head as if to force back the tears in his eyes, nodded and then turned back to the stage.

After he came back, he first bowed deeply to the audience: "I'm sorry everyone, I didn't control my emotions for a while. ”

After apologizing, he turned his head and stretched out his hand to Ye Zhao: "I hope that next time there will be a chance, we will compete with each other again." ”

Ye Zhao hooked the corners of his mouth: "I'm looking forward to it too." ”

(End of chapter)