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The strong man in the host's strong suit didn't react, and he stammered a little when he spoke: "Ah, this, uh, this competition Rose Sword Academy wins!"

The battle in the minds of the audience did not happen, and the two of them were divided into winners and losers in only three or four rounds, and there was an uproar in the ring:

"What's the situation, why did you admit defeat?"

"Didn't this sword block it? Why did you admit defeat? ”

"Block a fart! The blades of the sword are attached to the neck, can you not admit defeat? ”

"I can also see clearly that the blade of the sword has been deformed, and it has become bent, and it has dodged the shield. ”

"Is it a special soft sword, how can the stabbing sword be so soft. ”

"I don't think so, it's the standard bayonet sword of the Rose Academy. It's so soft. ”

"If this sword can really be soft and hard, then there will be more changes in this sword technique, I don't know how much, it seems that this time the Rose Sword Academy is going to rise. ”

......

It was another few ordinary competitions, although the student representatives who competed on the stage were very hard-working, but everyone was immersed in the strange sword just now, and they were not enthusiastic about these competitions.

Finally, another hot player came out of the ring, it was a handsome young man with a very temperament, he held a violin in his hand, wore a high-end and luxurious dress, and slowly walked into the ring.

Looking at it, it doesn't look like he's here for a competition, it's more like he's here to hold a musical performance, he's a representative of the Philharmonic.

As soon as he appeared, a group of girls and young women in the audience took out flowers and threw them into the ring, shouting:

"Paganini, I love you!

"Mistress Paganini, I want to hear your serenade!"

"Paganini, come on, come on!"

"Lord Paganini, you are the girl of my dreams, please look at me. ”

......

This made Zhang Ang feel a very strong sense of immediacy, what is the difference between this and those fans who chase stars, and this is a martial arts competition, not a concert.

The violinist's opponent was a man with heavy make-up on his face and dressed in colorful clothes, and he threw a throwing knife into a circle in the air, which looked very funny.

According to the people around him, this is a representative of the Paris circus, no wonder it is funny, he was originally a clown.

The competition has officially begun.

The spruce violin is played, and a melodious serenade flows in the ring.

The clown had a hand, and the flying knives flying in the air fell into his hands.

He used his hands and feet together, rolling around the ring, and in between the rolls, he threw sharp knives quickly.

The countless flying knives had no effect on the violinist, not even a single note of the piece was disrupted.

As soon as the knives entered the vicinity of the violinist who was playing so much, the speed immediately slowed down, some of them changed direction and shot to both sides, while others fell to the ground weakly.

The sound of the violin is slowly getting higher and higher, and the music is slowly becoming faster.

Still rolling, the Joker picks up the throwing knives scattered around him and continues to attack.

But the speed of the tumbling is getting slower and slower, and the throwing knives are not as powerful as they used to be.

The violin finally pulled out a sharp high note and fell silent.

As the sound of the piano explained, the clown's tumbling was also a meal, and then one stumbled, fell to the ground, and never got up again.

Paganini put away his violin, touched his chest with one hand, and bowed to the stage.

This one, of course, was won by the Philharmonic.

"What's going on, obviously I didn't touch anything, so I fell down and fainted?" Zhang Ang couldn't help but ask the person next to him.

"Ah, you're from out of town, don't you know this? This Philharmonic Palace's sonic martial arts are so weird, even if they can shake the surrounding air, they can also disturb other people's internal breath, if they reach the realm of the grandmaster, they can emit invisible sound wave internal strength, without the blessing of internal force, the steel shield can shatter you. It is the top martial arts of the first class in Paris. The passer-by talked eloquently, like a few treasures.

After another few rounds, half of the houses were eliminated and the other half made the cut, starting the second round.

According to Zhang Ang's scanning observation, most of these contestants were great warriors, and there were very few masters, and the strong man from the Tower Academy, the violinist of the Philharmonic Palace, and the big pigtail senior sister of the Rose Swordsmanship Academy were the three strongest master masters.

Unsurprisingly, the first place in the field will be made among these three.

In the second round, the three did not meet, but eliminated some small academies.

And in the third round, the strong man of the tower met the violinist.

It's still the same serenade, but the result is completely different, and the sound waves that disturb the internal force have no effect on the strong man of the tower.

After being approached by the strong man, the violinist generously admitted defeat and walked out of the ring amid the comforts of the fans.

"Alas, these iron men have trained their internal strength into their muscles, and this sonic power can't be disturbed at all, and it was the same last year, when they met the Iron Tower Academy, it was a loss, and there was no second result. The passerby next to Zhang Ang kept chattering.

Later, there were several rounds, and finally it was the turn of the big pigtail senior sister and the strong man of the iron tower.

At the beginning of the competition, the strong man rushed over with a big hand like a fan, trying to grab the braided senior sister, but the senior sister dodged it with dexterous steps.

In the gap between dodging, the silver-white sword shadow slashed his head and covered his face and poured out towards the strong man, and countless "ding, ding, ding, ding......" sounds sounded.

The strong man protected his head and face, which was a continuous savage collision, but the senior sister did not panic at all, and still calmly dodged, and continuously poured attacks towards the same part of the strong man's body.

The strong man's bronzed skin gradually turned iron blue, and then a little bright red.

The strong man roared, his giant palm wandering wildly around his body, trying to grab the silver-white bayonet sword.

However, the silver-white sword shadow kept changing shapes in the air, as agile as a flying silver snake, slipping out of the strong man's palm countless times, still wielding endless stabbing blows.

Finally, the bronze steel muscles were broken through, and a shallow wound appeared on the strong man's chest.

And then the second and the third......

On the back, arms, thighs, wounds emerged one after another.

As time passed, the strong man was covered in blood, and his waving giant palm became weak.

The senior sister was not easy, in the extremely fast exercise, the sweat kept flowing out, the hair was tightly attached to the forehead, and the white swordsman uniform had already been wet.

But her sword momentum was still extremely swift and varied, disintegrating the last resistance of the strong man.

Finally, the tower-like man collapsed in a pool of blood and was carried down for treatment.

With a tired body, the braided senior sister defeated two lucky winners from other colleges and became the first place in the West Arena and advanced to the finals.

After another break, the other three arenas were over.

The four qualifiers were grouped together in the main ring under the Eiffel Tower.

Unlike usual, this year's four finalists are all delicate and beautiful girls, and there is not even a single man.

And three of them were wearing exactly the same white swordsman's suit, embroidered with bright red roses.