Chapter 60: The Duel (2)

My eyes changed slightly, and then I shouted, "Look at the move!"

When my words landed, the person had already rushed out, and the speed and strength of a martial artist without true qi would be greatly weakened, but this had no effect on me.

My strength is innate, and my speed is also possessed by everyone in Binhu Village, and it has nothing to do with the strength of my true qi.

Requiem was taken aback by my still extremely fast speed, and instinctively took a step back.

Then he seemed to think of something, and the leg that had just stepped back was quickly lifted up by him, wanting to return to the same place again.

I won't wait for him to adjust his posture, my fists clenched, one forward and one back, just like when I usually practice, and hit him in the chest with all my might.

I meant to hit him on the head, but I was still too short to stand on my tiptoes, barely at mouth level.

The best part I could attack was his chest.

"It's good to come!" Requiem snapped, his fists clenched, and like me, he began to attack one after the other.

His attack is defense in disguise, but it looks more brutal.

Our fists slammed together like lightning, once, twice, three times...... A series of crashing sounds resounded throughout the arena, bringing more cheers and more splatters of blood.

My fist was bloodstained the moment it made contact with Requiem's fist, and so did Requiem.

We all used a lot of strength, so our fists that were not protected by true qi all had scars at the same time.

We didn't care about any of this, and we didn't care about the sharp pain coming from our fists, just like two ordinary people in training boxing, you punch me and I punch each other, completely ignoring any combat skills.

The crowd shouted louder and louder, our attacks got faster and faster, and the whole arena was bustling with activity.

I gradually lost the pain, and even my fists seemed to be no longer my own fists at this point.

My attack, as if it were an instinct, and anything else, was out of my mind and attention.

An Requiem also gritted his teeth and insisted, his expression resolute, and he refused to retreat a single step.

Before, Requiem took a small step back, and I took the lead, but I haven't been able to bring this disadvantage back until now, and he will never choose to retreat again.

In our mechanical fight, the blood stains slowly condensed in front of us, from a drop to a lump, and then slowly into a puddle, which was shocking.

The injuries on our bodies naturally increased slowly, and the blood gradually changed the color of our bodies, turning into two blood-colored people.

From fist-to-fist at the beginning, to the later indiscriminate fights, regardless of which part of the opponent's body was hit, we completely lost the proper discipline of a martial artist.

This kind of indiscriminate beating made our bodies gradually covered with scars, and it looked like we were beaten by a hundred people at the same time, which was unbearable.

We didn't mean to stop, we continued to fight back and forth, and we had a lot of fun.

We took the liberty of using the Dragon Descending Technique, and at this time it became not much different from ordinary people, so when we started it, it was basically the same as ordinary people.

The Dragon Descending Technique is one of the most powerful martial arts at the samurai level, it can allow a martial artist who does not have the strength of a martial artist to draw his true qi out of his body to attack the enemy, which is extremely powerful, which is very rebellious.

As far as I know, a martial artist who has not reached the level of a military general cannot reach the level of out-of-body combat in terms of the total amount or purity of his true qi, so he cannot let his true qi fight out of his body.

This is not absolute, some high-strength combat skills, such as this dragon descending technique, can make a low-level martial artist condense his true qi and then send out an external attack on the enemy under certain conditions.

However, most of these combat skills have some flaws, such as the Dragon Descending Technique will drain all the true qi of a martial artist at one time, so that the martial artist will completely lose his true qi after a blow, and he will almost lose his combat effectiveness.

A martial artist who does not have true qi in his body, and the rest of the attacks are just some fancy attacks, all relying on their own brute force attacks, and the power is very different from the attacks of those martial artists who use true qi to attack the enemy.

The foundation of a martial artist is the true qi that has been cultivated, and the true qi is the foundation of all combat skills, and it is also one of the most fundamental powers of a martial artist.

The brute force battle between me and Requiem this time is not completely powerless, because my physical strength is strong enough, and Requiem is not bad, so our attacks also have great power.

Every blow from both of us can leave scars on the other side that has lost the protection of True Qi and protective clothing.

Such a brute force confrontation, coupled with the stimulation of blood, is very interesting, and the audience really didn't find anything wrong at the beginning.

After the audience cheered for a while, someone finally noticed something and gradually stopped cheering.

Some people slowly began to talk about it, and seemed to see the inside story of me and Requiem's attack.

The big man, who was the notary of the arena, slowly approached me and An Requiem at this time, and asked at the same time: "Has anyone taken the initiative to admit defeat? If you continue to fight like this, there will be casualties." In order to avoid any casualties on your part, I am going to announce the outcome of your gamble and sentence you to a tie. ”

What happens when we tie? We all lose the chance to take the bet, and at the same time we lose the opportunity to ask each other to be our subordinate and follower......

I thought this in my heart, and I didn't mean to stop at all, and I was not willing to fail like this, and I wanted to fight again.

Requiem continued to attack with a blank face, and his thoughts must have been the same as mine, completely ignoring the notary's warnings.

Some of the audience got loud and loud because they didn't want us to be condemned to defeat at the same time, and then all of them would lose money because of it.

Their bets, but the ones who bought me, or Requiem to win, and actually bought our tie, I'm afraid there are very few.

After all, in the gambling fight, the probability of a tie is very small, and there are very few people who have the courage to bet on our tie.

The notary shouted to stop the noise of the audience, and at the same time approached us again.

He must stop us from continuing to fight like this when necessary, lest there be a situation of dead people, and they will not be able to eat and walk around in the cultivation hall.

This is the rule of Mirror God City, and it is also the common rule of all arena gambling and fighting, and few people dare to violate it.