Half an hour passed quickly.
As the white-robed old man slowly took the stage, the noise from the audience gradually decreased.
If the big guys just watched the playoffs just now, then the real good show will begin now.
After a level of selection in the knockout rounds, those who can remain are naturally samurai with a higher level of cultivation. If you want to make a fortune from the quarterfinals, there is almost no such possibility.
"In the first round of the quarter-finals, Lu Chuan will face Kenny Morton." The white-robed old man stepped down after announcing the list of matches, and there was another discussion in the audience.
"Is that guy played? The first game is arranged for them to play against. It seems that even the organizers of Demacia are not very optimistic about that guy." Generally speaking, strong players will be released as the finale. , Because the competition tends to become more and more intense, the mood of the audience is getting higher and higher.
If the two most powerful people are arranged to collide at the beginning, then for the audience, after watching this scene, they don't need to watch the rest.
"Hehe, that guy has come to this point. It's luck to get into the quarterfinals by luck."
"By the way, how many people bought the kid in the game that was just opened?"
"No one, hahaha, who would be so stupid to waste money on him, I would rather waste it on the sow's belly."
In the midst of comments that were extremely unfavourable to Lu Chuan, Lu Chuan slowly stepped onto the stage. His opponent in this match came from Morton, who had been in the underground black boxing matches all the year round, although his own strength was only just entering the stage. Brass 3 stars, but those harsh methods, even people higher than his strength have to guard against them.
Morton didn't like to talk very much. After taking the stage, he stood quietly. After taking a few glances at Lu Chuan, he lowered his head and waited for the white-robed old man to announce the start of the game.
"How is Lu Chuan's chance of winning this game?" Jana stared at the stage and asked Ari.
"Be at ease. He almost defeated me before he even stepped into the realm of samurai. Now he has reached the brass 4 star, and who knows how many hole cards he has, facing a brass 3 star Guys, it's not very stressful." Ah Li shrugged his furry ears very carelessly, apparently very optimistic about Lu Chuan.
As the white-robed old man fell, both Lu Chuan and Morton drew out their weapons.
Morton’s weapon is a weird glove. On top of the glove, there are a few sharp spikes, because the spikes themselves are extremely thin, and their penetrating power alone is not as good as that of ordinary swords. The spikes on the glove are sharp.
"I learned it." Moulton nodded politely to Lu Chuan first, and Lu Chuan also bowed back to him.
After that, Morton was no longer polite, pulled his legs up, waved his pierced gloves, and rushed towards Lu Chuan.
Morton’s angle of attack was very strange, not like an ordinary samurai. He attacked people’s chest, armpits, and heads. Instead, he directly targeted Lu Chuan’s main target of attack. Back with both hands!
Generally speaking, when people are hurt, they will subconsciously make two-handed chest protectors, head headshots with both hands, etc., use their hands to protect the vital actions, then at this moment, the back of the hands will be exposed to the outside, which is the best attack Target.
Obviously, Morton, who was wearing a spiked glove, wanted to start directly from the back of Lu Chuan's hand.
He rushed with a punch first, trying to force Lu Chuan to hold up his sword to defend, and then took a chance to punch Lu Chuan on the back of his hand.
It’s just that Lu Chuan’s steps at this moment seemed to be stepping on the wind, and the whole person instantly pulled back a few minutes. When Morton just wanted to pursue it, Lu Chuan stiffened his waist and rushed back again with a stride. , The inertia and explosive power of a sword slashed down fiercely.
"Boom!" Morton closed his fists and clamped Lu Chuan's Duolan sword with the staggered spikes between his gloves. With his three-star brass strength, he forcibly held the attack of Lu Chuan's sword, and just snorted, and then relieved the strength on the hilt.
"it is good!"
"Pretty!"
Seeing Morton's quick response to intercept Lu Chuan's unexpected attack, everyone cheered.
Compared with Lu Chuan, there are still many audiences in the audience who pressed Morton's bet, but Lu Chuan did not make a bet. The audience naturally hoped that Morton could retreat with one move.
However, as the audience continued to applaud, Lu Chuan suddenly smiled apologetically to Morton, as if announcing the end of the game.
Morton was startled, and secretly acted on guard.
In the knockout rounds, he also watched the match between Lu Chuan and Solo, but he was not as stupid as the unpowered audience in the audience. The so-called layman watched the excitement and the insider watched the doorway. Lu Chuan defeated Solo. It's not just luck. Whether he is strength, speed, or agility, he is much stronger than a warrior of the same rank, so Solo who is not wary of it will suffer this big loss.
It's just that when Moulton was still thinking about what method Lu Chuan would use next, he suddenly felt that between his gloves, the blood-red long sword that was restricted by him, suddenly felt a touch of heat. , Even the air in front of him became a little distorted because of the heat.
The temperature of the sword hilt rose to the extreme in almost an instant, and a layer of flame soon burned from the hilt.
Morton was horrified, and stepped back again and again, trying to distance himself from the flame, the temperature of the flame was too high. If he gets close like this, he will be roasted into a piece of black charcoal before Lu Chuan releases his sword.
"Li Huo Sword!" Without waiting for Morton to retreat a few steps away, Lu Chuan directly threw the Li Huo sword intent on the hilt that had not yet fully condensed into shape.
A group of flames seemed to be thrown out in a disorderly manner, but it was encircled, spreading almost one-third of the arena, enclosing Morton, and as Lu Chuan gently danced his sword hilt, the flames kept shrinking and burning. The range of energy contained in it has also been concentrated to a dangerous point as the fire shrinks.
"I surrender! I surrender!" Morton hurriedly raised his hand when he saw this. Although he still had unused cards, his cards were close to give the enemy a fatal blow, like this old man who was separated from Lu Chuan. Far away, still surrounded by a group of flames constantly approaching him, Morton was helpless and had to give up the game.
Lu Chuan suddenly raised his arms, and the flames instantly turned into a cloud of white mist and disappeared on the breeze arena.
"Lu Chuan wins." The white runner announced the final result of the race with a blank face.
At the moment the results were announced, the audience fell into a dead silence.
Audiences, look at me, I look at you, with your mouth open but you can't speak.
If they thought that the match against Solo just now was a coincidence, then this match against Morton, who was born in black boxing and whose strength is in the brass 3 stars, is it also a coincidence
The audience watched as Morton was pushed back step by step by Lu Chuan, and finally chose to admit defeat when he was helpless.
The weird fire sword exudes uncomfortable heat. When the fire sword was revealed, those who were closest to the periphery clearly felt the heat contained in it.
If this is not a proof of strength, it can only be said that the holding of this martial arts meeting is as childish as a child's play.