In addition to Phil, there were also many acquaintances of Sui Xiong who participated in the "Number One Martial Arts Competition in the World".
For example, Qiao Xiu is determined to find a group of wives and have three hundred children.
He is now the father of more than 20 children, and his family is under great pressure. So he really needs money - the championship bonus of the world's best martial arts tournament will be very helpful to him.
As a high-level and even close-to-legendary powerhouse, he swept all directions in the qualifiers. Not even a harpoon was used, just the bundle of ropes usually used to catch wild beasts, and he eliminated at least a hundred contestants.
What he did was very simple. He used the rope as a whip and waved it whirringly, forcing no one to get close. However, if anyone's attention is attracted by the whistling whip, they will be tied up by a rope that swims silently from under their feet like a poisonous snake and thrown directly out of the arena.
This is exactly his usual method, using a rough appearance to hide a delicate and cunning heart. It's just like the person he says it!
... Sui Xiong felt that something was wrong with his sigh, but his attention was quickly attracted by the fierce competition and he did not delve into it further.
A melee of thousands of people is absolutely exciting, especially because of the protection of the gods, everyone does not have to worry about killing people, so they have no scruples when attacking. They can hit as hard as they want, as powerful as they want, and all kinds of tricks can be used. In a group, all kinds of spells are flying in the sky, which is dazzling.
Sui Xiong was so excited that he wished he could go out and fight him. However, as a god, he must not leave the field to participate in the battle. However, his clone, the "Traverser Sui Xiong MK5" whose specialty is fast reaction and fast running, came to participate in the competition and successfully passed the preliminaries. But after all, he is only one person and can only participate in one game!
How can Sui Xiong be satisfied if he can only participate in one game
He thought about it and finally came up with a solution.
So, in the final qualifying match, there was a man in a suit and sunglasses. His blond hair was slicked back and swollen, but a large chunk stuck out from the middle like the head of an airplane. He looked quite eye-catching. . But he still held a microphone in his hand, and he was in a no-man's land in the chaotic arena, running around while explaining everyone's game.
"Who is this?" someone asked curiously.
"Commentator." The staff of Masked Void Church, who had received Sui Xiong's instructions in advance, replied, "They also serve as referees on the field."
"So he has the final say on who wins and who loses?" someone asked worriedly.
"No, he is mainly responsible for explaining and ruling on fouls. As for the outcome, the gods will naturally judge." The staff pointed to the glow in the sky, "His Majesty the Iron Lion is very fair, and His Majesty the Knight of Fury will also referee. Well, don’t worry, everyone.”
Everyone felt relieved, and then they discovered that the commentator was really interesting.
He is obviously not very strong, and is often forced to jump up and down by the aftermath of attacks, but he has never been injured. He often explains to everyone with great enthusiasm those scenes that ordinary people cannot understand very well, or have no time to pay attention to.
"Everyone, please see, this is the most watched player in the last qualifier, Shuang!" He yelled into the microphone while jumping up, avoiding the flying knife that almost hit his butt, but completely ignored it. The player next to him who almost hit himself with a flying knife said, "Player Frost is very skilled in martial arts and is also a member of the great dragon clan. In the qualifiers, will he meet an opponent who can force him to reveal his true form to fight?" Woolen cloth?"
An adventurer in his mid-twenties with a gloomy face walked towards Shuang carrying a stabbing sword that shone with cold light. Looking at him, he knew that he was coming with bad intentions.
"Wow! It seems like this player wants to challenge the young dragon!" The commentator scurried up to him mysteriously and put the microphone in front of him. "What is your name?"
"Ye Yu." The gloomy adventurer frowned and answered.
"Ye Yu..." The commentator paused, as if he was contacting someone, and then quickly spoke out Ye Yu's information loudly, "Oh! It turns out to be the famous assassin Mr. Ye Yu! He has been here all along. Holy Angel Kingdom activities, specializing in assassination jobs. It is said that his sword is as fast as lightning and extremely sharp, and it also contains a terrible curse power. Even if it is just a scratch on the finger, the wound will not heal, and he will continue to bleed to death!"
Ye Yu stopped and looked at this noisy guy in confusion.
He was sure that his sword would never leave anyone alive, so why did this guy actually know the mysterious power of his sword
"Contestant Ye Yu, do you think the dragon's scales can block your sword?"
Ye Yu's answer was to thrust out with his sword, almost hitting the narrator.
"Ah! It seems that player Ye Yu is in a bad mood right now and refuses to answer. But it doesn't matter, let's interview player Shuang." The commentator ran to the side of Shuang who was waiting for the battle at a pace that was as fast as a gust of wind, and stretched out the microphone. passed.
Before he could speak, Shuang had already sprayed out a mouthful of petrified dragon breath, turning his microphone into stone.
Shuang, who planned to use this method to destroy the magic prop that could make the sound louder, would be able to stop this guy from causing trouble, but was disappointed because the commentator immediately took out another microphone.
"Player Frost, what do you think?"
"Why do you use honorifics when you call him, and why are you so rude when you call me?" Shuang's focus on the problem is obviously completely different from that of the commentator.
The big jellyfish hidden in the stands wiped his sweat secretly and quickly changed his words.
"Player Frost, what do you think?"
Shuang was slightly satisfied and replied: "There are too many people who want to deal with me, but I am still alive and well."
He thought for a while and added: "I can defeat an opponent of this level in just three minutes!"
Three minutes later, the winner was decided.
"Player Frost, being eliminated in the preliminary round will make you feel that you have tarnished the great reputation of the dragon clan?"
"Get out!" Although he was seriously injured, the young dragon still waved his tail and hit him hard.
On the field, Ye Yu, whose arm turned into stone, had a cold face. He put the powerful cursed stabbing sword back into the scabbard, pulled out the spare short sword, and took the left arm that was sprayed by the petrified dragon's breath with his still intact one. The smaller half of the shoulder was cut off together.
The strange thing is that even though he suffered such a serious injury and the wound was shockingly large, not even a drop of blood came out of the wound.
It was the power of his sword that was both a blessing and a curse.
The magic sword "Ye Yu" is a sword that can control blood. It can not only absorb the blood of the enemy crazily, but also control the owner's injuries to avoid excessive blood loss.
It is extremely sharp, and after killing someone, it will devour the soul of the victim and use it to strengthen itself. During the process of swallowing, the sword body will precipitate water droplets to wash away the blood stains. This is why the name "Yeyu" comes from.
Its only drawback is its bloodthirsty nature. This sword longs for blood and death all the time, and will project this desire into the heart of the sword holder, making its owner always tormented by bloodthirsty desire.
In this case, its successive owners either quickly lost to the bloodthirst and became irrational murderers, or they defeated the bloodthirst and abandoned it.
Now the swordsman who calls himself "Ye Yu" is its new owner. But he was almost completely controlled by the sword. Apart from the only little clarity in his heart, he couldn't even remember who he was or what his name was.
Sui Xiong could naturally see the true situation of the sword and the sword holder, but he did not help the other party lift the curse.
Because he could feel that the man didn't want to be free.
The night rain eroded his spirit and was swallowing his will, but he did not refuse.
Since he himself refused, no one could help him.
After defeating Shuang, "Ye Yu" remained silent, ignoring the commentator's interview, and just looked around coldly.
He came to participate in the world's best martial arts tournament, just because he wanted to assassinate someone. He actually became a player, it was just an accident of fate.
But now that he's here, he doesn't want to lose!
This is not only the pride of the magic sword, but also the longing of the sword holder.
Victory, keep winning, and finally win the supreme honor!
Seeing that he was so badly injured, several adventurers who had known each other before and often worked together gathered around him with evil smiles, trying to take advantage of him.
But before they could get closer, accompanied by the howling wind, a short spear was inserted into the ground between them and "Ye Yu". The magic-strengthened stone slab could not stop this short spear of ordinary workmanship at all, and was deeply penetrated. The ground penetrated almost halfway.
"The guy who defeated that proud little dragon can't be eliminated by despicable people like you!" A woman still wearing a teacher's uniform, with a golden ponytail swaying behind her head, walked slowly. She was holding a long spear in her left hand, and there were many short spears tied with a belt on her back, and the one she threw just now was obviously one of them.
Facing the disruptor, everyone who wanted to take advantage suddenly became angry and rushed toward her with curses.
What greeted them was a spear as sharp as lightning and as fast as the breeze.
A moment later, several of the eliminated people, who had saved their lives thanks to the blessing of the gods, stood outside the field with pale faces, still in shock.
Although this woman's footwork seems a bit clumsy, her marksmanship is really terrifying! The cooperation they were so proud of was completely useless in front of her!
After easily eliminating those adventurers, the woman with hair like a golden ponytail stood in front of "Ye Yu", staring at him deeply with her emerald eyes.
"Your situation is very bad." She said, "Could it be that you want to win the world's best martial arts tournament just to make money and find someone to help you lift the curse?"
"Ye Yu" didn't answer and looked at her gloomily.
The woman shook her head and turned away.
Her time is limited and she needs to hurry up and adapt to fighting on two legs. Although there has been a lot of training in daily life, when it comes to actual combat, it is discovered that there are still many problems.
For example, she still often forgets that she only has two legs left, and subconsciously uses movement skills such as "pushing the ground with the back hooves and turning with the front hooves". If it weren't for her body's excellent reaction ability, she might have fallen down long ago. Several somersaults.
"You still need to continue to adapt!" The former chief priest of the Centaur tribe sighed secretly, holding his spear upside down, and faced another player with extraordinary strength...