Liufeng was completely stupid.

Before he came with Sylvia to meet the Count of Santa Island, he had already done countless rehearsals in his mind.

He had a detailed understanding of every battle Midi had fought since he came to the West Coast, from the initial instant killing of the master of the Zhenluo Dojo to the subsequent consecutive kicks of the Nine Great Dao Field, Midi's moves, Midi's tactics, and the power of Midi's sword, he had analyzed them.

He even managed to find out what Midi was doing when he was preaching and teaching in the Lionheart Dojo in order to assess his true strength.

He was full of confidence, even if he couldn't take down Midi, but at least, this incomparable preparation could make him invincible.

But at this moment, looking up at this sword pressed down like a mountain, Liufeng suddenly found that his preparation and confidence were so ridiculous.

This is a sword, this is simply a mountain pressed down from the head!

Under the overwhelming waves, above the surface of the sea that had been struck and sunk, the slash that fell from the sky at this moment seemed so domineering and wild, that it even made the flowing wind have a sense of fear that he could not breathe or move.

No one's strength can resist the mountains falling from the sky, maybe a level 50 capacher with special talent can, maybe the elders of the Void Ancestor who live deep in the mountain streams and canyons can, but the flowing wind definitely cannot.

When he saw this sword, Liufeng finally understood why Midi could agree to his proposal so firmly, follow him so firmly to confront him on the sailboat, and even watch him wreck the ship with a cold eye, and apply various auxiliary skills to himself.

Because there will be no elaborate combat at all, just a simple sword.

It only takes such a simple sword.

It is enough to break through the seemingly ingenious but fragile intrigue of the flowing wind.

There was a loud roar that rolled across the sea like thunder, a huge wave dozens of meters high, and then, the flowing wind was completely swallowed up like a fallen leaf in the water.

"This is impossible, how is this possible!How could Mr. Liufeng lose, he is a level 48 qigong master, and he is also a descendant disciple of the Void Ancestor National Dojo, how is this possible!" Sylvia looked at the column of water rising from the sea with a pale face, muttered to herself in a slightly trembling voice, and subconsciously covered her mouth.

This pearl of Farowan, the most doting daughter of the head of the Yunlang family, and the wayward eldest lady who has never lowered her noble head, showed this irrepressible gaffe expression in public for the first time.

It's just that the children of the families around her don't care about this at all.

Because at this moment, everyone's attention has been focused on the rough sea that was stirred up by Midi.

No one spoke, only the whimper of the sea breeze and the crisp sound of the tide crashing against the reef.

This time, it was really quiet.

Originally, although these children from major families had fully understood Midi's achievements in Faroe Bay, after all, those were just hearsay, just words on paper, and just a calm analysis based on the interests of the family. And when they accepted Wells's invitation and came to this afternoon tea party, they were more thinking about not Midi, but how to further consolidate their own power through Midi.

Although the term "spike" appears frequently in every report on Midi, most people think that it is just a slight exaggeration. And some of the cautious and meticulous by nature only take it literally to understand that Midi defeated his opponent under a single blow.

It can be said that for the "spike", in fact, everyone present does not have any real feeling, after all, they have never seen the spike, so all they can do is to imagine and speculate.

Until this moment.

At that moment, when Midi slammed the sea with a sword, rose in the air, and pressed down like a mountain, people understood what it meant to kill with one blow!

When the young qigong master who had just exuded terrifying mental power at the tea party, as a supreme master, and had the backing of the Void Ancestor Country, was completely overwhelmed by Midi's domineering sword, people understood what it meant to be powerful!

Now, they have finally experienced for themselves what a "spike" is!

Many of the children of the family who did not have enough concentration suddenly found that they obviously wanted to say something, express some emotion, or at least sigh in surprise, but their wriggling throats could not make a sound. And the slightly trembling legs and the hands that were unconsciously clenched and tangled together were an unmistakable indication of one thing, that deep down, they were feeling fear, trembling at the force they had witnessed that was enough to split the sea.

This is really powerful, right?

In the hearts of many people, they think so.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, the conspicuous crater on the surface of the sea was filled in by the surrounding seawater, and the rough waves finally eased. Returning to calm water, a small lifeboat sailed steadily towards the shore.

This lifeboat was not destroyed by the flowing wind, and it was deliberately left by Midi, which was specially prepared for docking.

On the narrow deck of the lifeboat, the qigong master Liufeng, who was soaked in seawater, lay unconscious like that. At this moment, this loser who kicked out of the hall was like a lobster that had been fished out of the water, completely lacking the style and image of the original Void Ancestor Pioneer General.

And beside him, standing impressively, was the still well-dressed Midi.

One is like a chicken in soup, and the other is still full of gentlemanly flavor, compared with the two, the gap is more obvious.

In this way, the lifeboat slowly sailed in the complex sight of everyone, and finally docked after dozens of minutes.

Without the need for others to step forward, Midi casually reached out and grabbed it, like a chicken, picked up the unconscious Liufeng, carried it directly into the tea party, and then threw it on a leather sofa.

"Fiai, this Mr. Wind......" Wells couldn't help but ask, with a hint of unease in his eyes.

"It's fine, it's just a fainting. Midi replied.

Although this person is hostile to himself, it is only hostile, not malicious, nor murderous intent, most of it is based on the position of the Void Ancestor, so he wants to clean up all suspicious elements, and Midi will not secretly do anything to him.

I saw that Midi's hand pressed on the back of the flowing wind, and with a little force, he forced out all the seawater he had drunk when he fell into the water. Then, Midi took out a small bottle from his bosom and shook it under Liufeng's nose, and the spicy breath wafting out of the bottle immediately woke up the qigong master.

Liufeng coughed a few times, spit out a few more mouthfuls of seawater, looked around, and suddenly came to his senses.

At this moment, looking at everyone's strange gazes, as well as Sylvia's undisguised eyes full of disappointment and uneasiness, Liufeng couldn't even speak for a while, only felt strangely bitter, as if his mouth was full of salty sea water but couldn't spit it out.

However, before he could finish his self-grief, a calm but powerful voice rang out.

"Since Mr. Flowing Wind has lost, it's time to discuss the bets, right?" said Midi with a smile.

This simple sentence was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Liufeng's chest, making him stiff.

Before the start of this kicking hall, Midi did take out the Red Lotus Dojo to make a bet, and stated that as long as Liufeng could win, he would give up the Red Lotus Dojo.

This means that this is not an ordinary competition, but a bet with a lottery.

Betting against betting, both sides have to come up with bets.

But the problem is that at that time, Liufeng was in the most high-spirited and excited state, and all he was thinking about was how to defeat this Count of Santa Island, who was so powerful for a while, but he forgot about this stubble!

He forgot to explain his bet, but he lost again!

Doesn't this mean that now Midi can make any conditions, and he has no way to refuse?

Thinking of this, Liufeng's eyes suddenly turned black.

Of course, he also knew that Midi would not put forward any impossible conditions such as "self-apologization". But the problem is that he is not just a simple kicker now, but an official envoy sent by the Void Ancestor, a general personally appointed by King Kaiyi of Xian'an, and his every move represents the entire country.

If Midi deliberately made that kind of playful but somewhat ugly request, it would not only be his rogue who would be ridiculed at that time, but also the false ancestor behind him!

If he refuses to admit it, then the infiltration strategy of the Void Ancestor on the West Coast is afraid that it will end here. No one likes to form an alliance with an untrustworthy person.

If he accepts Midi's next conditions, I am afraid that within a few days, there will be an order in the Void Motherland to remove him from the status of ambassador of his country, right?

Thinking of this, Liufeng, who has always been condescending, couldn't help but show a trace of panic.

Taking in the changes in the Void Ancestor Emissary's demeanor, Midi smiled with satisfaction.

The next moment, he cast his sharp gaze on the red-haired eldest lady of the Yunlang family who was standing aside: "Although it is Mr. Liufeng who loses, but in the final analysis, this is still a gamble on Yunlang's side, Miss Sylvia, I wonder if you are willing to pay the bill on behalf of Liufeng?"

"What does Mister Earl want?" was suddenly named, and Sylvia was also slightly startled. After witnessing Midi's blow to the mountain, she had long since lost her original willful and arrogant appearance, and was just looking at Midi vigilantly at the moment.

"Miss Sylvia don't have to worry, I don't have anything to ask for here. Midi smiled, "I've always been very interested in adventures at sea, but unfortunately I have too few ships on hand, so why don't you give me twenty three-masted full-beam galleons, and this gamble will be written off, how about it?"

Midi said it lightly, but there was a gasp around her.

Twenty three-masted schooners!