On this day, the final competition of the martial arts conference came quietly.

The first game was a high-profile competition, and the two sides were the desert swordsman Chen Wou-Ki and the mysterious cloth-clothed boy who has been in the limelight recently.

Everyone heard that these two people were assigned to the first competition, they were a little inexplicably excited, one of these two people is an invincible swordsman with a desert night knife technique across the desert, and the other is a new dark horse who has won and won undefeated, and the battle between the two will be a wonderful competition, and everyone who watched the battle is very much looking forward to it.

The night owl followed behind the mysterious cloth-clothed boy with a knife on his back, his pace was unhurried, always one step slower than the cloth-clothed boy, he followed closely behind the cloth-clothed boy, but kept a one-step distance from the cloth-clothed boy.

The night owl seemed to be a little frightened, and he didn't dare to walk side by side with the cloth-clothed boy, let alone walk in front of the cloth-clothed boy.

The cloth-clothed boy didn't care about the night owl's behavior, he walked briskly and humming an inexplicable song in his mouth, and walked towards the field step by step.

With a bright smile on his face, the young man's energetic and bright smile suddenly added a lot of points to him, making everyone who saw him happy, and secretly sighed, it's good to be young.

Although the young man in cloth had a smile on his face, his eyes were clear, and even a little cold and indifferent, although he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.

His smile is only for others to see, not because he is happy in his heart, he really wants to laugh, if he is really happy in his heart, then he will not laugh.

Laughter is just an expression, but happiness doesn't have to be limited to this one expression.

This is the most correct code of conduct in his own opinion.

The cloth-clothed young man slowly walked to the ring, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at Chen Wuji, the desert swordsman standing not far from him, with a smile on his face.

Chen Wou-Ki was dressed in black, with a strange big knife tied to his back, the big knife was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and the handle was narrow enough to be held casually, and the blade was very wide, like a huge door panel, this strangely shaped big knife was carried by Chen Wou-Ki on his back, and from a distance, it seemed as if he was carrying a huge door panel.

Chen Wuji's face was expressionless, but his eyes were shining, staring at the cloth-clothed young man tightly, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Chen Wuji had never seen the cloth-clothed boy make a move, but from everyone's discussions, he could also have a little understanding of the strength of the cloth-clothed boy.

This is an extremely dangerous man, he has a high level of martial arts that does not fit his age, and an invincible record of never defeating.

This is Chen Wouji's evaluation of the cloth-clothed boy, although from the perspective of others, Chen Wouji's evaluation is slightly higher, but from Chen Wouji's own judgment, this evaluation is reasonable.

The cloth-clothed young man looked at Chen Wuji and said with a smile: "I have heard of the name for a long time, and I hope to teach you more." ”

The expression on Chen Wuji's face remained unchanged, he nodded slightly, and said, "Yes." ”

Although he has a high opinion of the cloth-clothed boy, he doesn't think that he will lose to the cloth-clothed boy, as a swordsman, he has the invincible belief that he will win every battle.

When the cloth-clothed young man heard Chen Wouji's words, the smile on his face couldn't help but become a little bigger, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and said with a smile: "Then please!"

As soon as the cloth-clothed young man's voice fell, Chen Wuji, who was standing opposite him, had already moved, and in the blink of an eye, he had already flashed to a foot in front of the cloth-clothed young man.

A swordsman, especially a swordsman like Chen Wou-ki, will not be like those humble gentlemen, seeing that the other party is weaker than him, he will give in to the opponent at the beginning of the competition, or let the opponent strike first, or let the opponent make a few moves first.

This method is not Chen Wouji's approach, fighting with others, you can't give in for a moment, and you can't make a single move, only in this way can you ensure that you will not be defeated.

Chen Wuji has always thought so, and he has always done so.

This is also the reason why he immediately did not hesitate to act as soon as he heard the young man in cloth say please.

If you can make a move early against someone, it may determine the outcome of victory or defeat.

Chen Wuji came to a foot in front of the cloth-clothed boy, and he didn't see any movement from him, he already held the big knife in his hand, and then saw a brilliant knife light appear in the air, rushing straight towards the cloth-clothed boy.

In the face of Chen Wuji's swift knife, the cloth-clothed young man didn't blink, his face was indifferent, until the sword light had appeared an inch in front of him, he saw his body move, and then disappeared in place.

And Chen Wuji slashed into the air with a knife, just now he didn't even see how the cloth-clothed boy dodged his knife, he only felt a flower in front of him, and then he slashed in the air, and the figure of the cloth-clothed boy was already absent in front of him.

Chen Wuji saw no figure of the cloth-clothed young man in front of him, and he slashed into the air with a knife, and he didn't panic, only to see that his eyes slashed behind him without blinking.

Bang!

I only heard a loud noise, and the cloth-clothed boy came behind Chen Wou-Ki at some point, and kicked Chen Wou-ki, but Chen Wou-Ki seemed to have eyes behind him, and he knew that the cloth-clothed boy would appear behind him, so he just blocked the cloth-clothed boy's kick with a backhand.

However, although Chen Wuji took out his knife to block the kick of the cloth-clothed boy, he was also kicked back several steps by the cloth-clothed boy's powerful kick.

Chen Wuji secretly used his internal strength, unloaded the force of the cloth-clothed boy hitting him, and stood firmly.

Chen Wuji looked at the young man in cloth who was standing there with a smile on his face, and his face finally showed a hint of jealousy.

Although he only had one move with the cloth-clothed boy, this move alone also made Chen Wuji feel the strength of the cloth-clothed boy.

Unfathomable, the internal strength of the young man in cloth is incomparably thick, just like an ocean, unfathomable, and prohibitive.

The thought of victory in Chen Wouji's heart finally wavered slightly, but it was this slight wavering that suddenly made Chen Wouji raise his vigilance.

With just one move, the cloth-clothed boy was about to crush his belief in victory, and I have to say that this cloth-clothed boy was far more dangerous than he imagined.

The cloth-clothed young man smiled: "I already know your true strength, so I won't hide from you." ”

As the cloth-clothed boy spoke, his whole body suddenly disappeared into Chen Wouji's eyes again, as if he had never appeared in the ring.

What a quick way to move!!

When Chen Wuji saw this scene, his face was stunned, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

He has walked the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has never seen anyone who is faster than this cloth-clothed boy, and he feels more terrifying than this cloth-clothed boy.

Chen Wouji's face suddenly showed a hint of pain, and then his whole body flew straight down from the ring like a cannonball.

He was defeated by the cloth-clothed boy without fighting back.

It turned out that just when Chen Wou-Ki was shocked by the figure of the cloth-clothed boy, the cloth-clothed boy had already come to Chen Wou-ki's body, and he gave Chen Wou-Ki a palm very quickly, like a lightning bolt flashing in the air, until Chen Wou-Ki was knocked out of the ring by his palm, and his figure appeared in the ring again.

The cloth-clothed boy looked at Chen Wouji, who flew into the ring with a shocked and puzzled face, and on a face that still had the unique childishness of a teenager, a smile that was harmless to humans and animals gradually appeared.

He won, he still has a winning streak, and he should be so proud of a victor and smile to everyone.

But for some reason, although he had a smile on his face, there was silence in his eyes, and even a hint of disgust.

He hated it, and when a man trampled an ant to death, he didn't smile smugly.

The cloth-clothed young man didn't look at Chen Wuji, who couldn't stand on the ground, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and turned around and walked out of the ring rather lonely.