Du Dahai sneered and said, "It's good to know. Don't worry, since you have come up, don't even think about going down. If you dare to do something to the third young master, the price is...death!"
Du Dahai squeezed out this dead word from between his teeth.
He holds a short gun in his left hand and a battle ax in his right, suitable for both near and far. This is also the standard configuration for many arena battles. Du Haihai raised his battle axe, circled it on his wrist like a demonstration, then strode forward, and began to charge murderously.
But when he was still ten meters away from Qianye, Du Dahai suddenly stopped as if he had hit an invisible barrier, staring straight ahead, his cheeks trembling slightly.
But Qianye stood there completely motionless, not intending to unsheath his spear or sword, but simply took a fighting posture, with his right hand raised high like a knife.
In an instant, in Du Haihai's eyes, the whole world seemed to have disappeared, only the edge of a high-hanging knife was exposed. As Qianye's sword lifted to a high place, there was an invisible force pulling Du Hai, who had already stopped, to take a step forward involuntarily.
Taking this step, the fragile confrontation was immediately broken.
With a movement of Qianye's figure, he was in front of Du Dahai in the next moment, and then there was a thunder in the air, and the sword in his hand slashed at him!
Du Dahai was terrified, his beard and hair stood on end, and his full potential burst out at the moment of life and death. With a wild cry, he threw down all his weapons, crossed his arms and raised his arms, trying to resist the blow that seemed to strike the whole world.
There was only a muffled sound, like the beating of a battle drum, and Qianye's sword stopped in mid-air for a moment, before being blocked.
However, at the next moment, Du Haihai's knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with a plop. The ground sank where his knees fell, and cracks spread in all directions. Afterwards, his whole body sank down, submerging half a meter.
Qianye withdrew his hand and took a step back. Dongyue was still firmly held in his left palm, and he didn't intend to get out of the sheath from the beginning to the end.
Du Haihai's eyes were slack, and he slowly fell forward, unable to even spurt blood from his mouth. A shallow pit with a radius of several meters suddenly appeared on the martial arts arena, and Du Dahai lay in the center, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"... An Renyi wins this battle!" The elder in charge of the referee was stunned for a while before remembering to announce the result.
The other two fights have just started, and there is still a confrontation between the two on the field, so it's over here
On the high platform, Mrs. An Guogong was still dozing off. But this battle was so unexpected that more than half of the elders were moved. When Qianye turned and walked out of the arena, several elders couldn't help but whispered.
"This blow aroused the force of the heavens and the earth? It is obviously a means only for a warrior!"
"If I hadn't lost my old eyes, I would only see eight nodal lights on him."
"At the eighth level, you can use the means of playing a general. This young man's future is limitless, limitless!"
"Xiaoqi has a good eye."
Among the praise and exclamation, there were other voices.
"Hmph! It's just that the opponent is too weak, and the guy who was knocked down just underestimated the enemy!" The elder who spoke was named Song Xiuwen, who was Song Ziqi's uncle, and of course he felt that he had been humiliated.
At that moment, another elder who had always been at odds with him sneered and said, "I wonder if Brother Xiuwen, when he was at level eight, could slap opponents at level nine to half death with one slap?"
Song Xiuwen's old face suddenly turned red, and he snorted heavily, but he was speechless.
When Qianye returned to his seat, Gao Junyi looked at him with shock and admiration, and Song Zining's personal guards were even more admiring.
In another spectator area, Song Zicheng looked back at Qianye, and let out a sigh of relief. He suddenly understood what the strange smile of the seventh brother was just before leaving, and he couldn't help secretly glad that he didn't go greedy for that little brother. Cheap.
He also knew that the actions of the third brother were indispensable behind the sequence of the battle. Du Dahai is Song Ziqi's capable general. Song Ziqi sent him to face Qianye in the first battle. Maybe he thought he was taking advantage of it and at the same time he could get rid of his shame.
Qianye didn't care about everyone's attention, walked to Song Zining's side, and sat down peacefully.
Song Zining looked Qianye up and down with unbelievable eyes, and said, "I suddenly have a very unpleasant feeling that I may not be able to beat you now."
Qianye smiled slightly, and said, "You can't beat me a long time ago, not now."
Song Zining snorted softly, approached Qianye, and lowered his voice, "You don't think you can really defeat me with this little thing, do you?"
Qianye also replied in a low voice: "You don't think that this is all I have, do you?"
"Really, then let me see your other methods."
"You should worry about yourself first, don't be beaten down."
The two of you came and I exchanged a few words, but they didn't gain the upper hand, so they stopped talking together. At this time, the first round of fighting was finally over, and with the byes, there were thirty-two guest fighters left.
According to the match list, the second round of battle has begun, and half of the players will be eliminated in this round. The remaining sixteen guest warriors fought against sixteen Song Clan disciples.
This time Gao Junyi met a strong opponent. The two opponents of equal strength fought extremely thrillingly. This is definitely a record that is enough to be proud of, but this time Gao Junyi walked off the stage honestly, without showing half of his success.
Next came Qianye.
In the viewing area opposite, Song Ziqi stared at Qianye's back from afar, his face gloomy like a lead cloud. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles crackling, obviously extremely angry.
Du Dahai is not only one of the strongest fighters under his command, but also has a lot of experience in leading troops to fight. This defeat, seriously injured and on the verge of death, disrupted Song Ziqi's overall plan. Without such an assistant, not to mention that the ranking of the martial arts examination school will definitely not be good, and the subsequent military strategy examination school will also be deeply affected. It is almost impossible for him to compete for the second position.
Qianye didn't have Song Ziqi in his eyes at all, only his opponent in this match.
Qianye's opponent is not strong, and he still has injuries on his body. If Du Dahai can win, this person should be specially arranged for him, so that he can easily win two games in a row, and then face the Song Clan's children, clearing away the obstacles for Song Ziqi's succession candidates.
Standing opposite Qianye was a female warrior, her thighs were still bandaged, and she looked at Qianye with panicked eyes. Although she didn't witness Qianye's last battle, her companions of course informed her in time.
That's why the female warrior didn't use the force gun, but drew out her two knives, intending to use her agility and quick speed to move around in order to avoid Qianye's terrifying power.
When the elder announced the start of the battle, the female warrior screamed and rushed towards Qianye like a cheetah! The double knives were tightly tucked under the ribs, like the teeth of a poisonous snake, ready to burst out and hurt people at any time.
Like the first battle, Qianye stood still and waited for the opponent to get close to a certain distance before taking a step forward. The ground of the arena shook suddenly, and the female warrior groaned suddenly, as if hit by an invisible heavy hammer, her footwork suddenly became chaotic, and she staggered towards Qianye's direction.
Qianye turned his palm upright into a knife, raised it and slashed it down, and there was another thunderclap when he waved his hand!
The female warrior still wanted to evade with a wrong step, but suddenly found that the sword in front of her seemed to have a great suction force, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't change the direction of the forward pounce. Despair flashed in her eyes, she screamed, and crossed her knives to parry the blow that fell like thunder, and at this time the sharp edge was pointing upwards.
In fact, she didn't expect to stop Qianye's sword at all. She only hoped that the opponent's blade would be sharp and change the direction of the fall slightly so that it could protect the deadly part from the top of the head to the face. For the rest, she could only look forward to it. Don't hit too hard with one hit.
However, the female warrior's expectations did not come true. Qianye turned a blind eye to the shining blade, and the blade did not deviate from the falling trajectory, and slashed straight down from the middle.
When the palms and swords intersected, the female warrior's swords immediately collapsed, and she fell backwards with a plop as if struck by lightning, unable to get up again. However, there were far fewer cracks on the ground under her than in the previous round, and her hands and feet could still move. Obviously, the injury was much lighter than that of Du Haihai. But Du Dahai, whose strength is far above her, was carried down to rescue him, and his life and death are still unknown.
There was no suspense in winning this match, Qianye was obviously showing mercy, and when he returned to Song Zining's side, he received much less attention and discussion.
After Qianye sat down, Song Zining said, "Show me your hands."
Qianye stretched out his right hand, and he could see two long red marks on the edge of the palm. Now the central part is a little bruised, but that's all. Not scratched.
Although this was the result of the force defense, after all, it was flesh and blood against the force weapon. It can be seen that Qianye's physical strength has reached an astonishing level.
Song Zining was dumbfounded for a moment, then threw the wound medicine he had prepared back to the guard, and said, "Are you still human?"
"No." Qianye said the truth with a very sincere attitude.
After the guest warriors have decided the top sixteen, today's big test will come to an end. Song Zining's two guest warriors were all shortlisted, which attracted the attention of the elders.
On the second day, the children of the Song Clan will appear one after another.
On this day, Mrs. An Guogong unexpectedly appeared again, which cheered up the children of the Song clan who participated in the battle, which means that even if they fail to enter the finals, they can still be seen by their ancestors, and they may be favored opportunity for promotion. As a result, everyone's fighting spirit was higher than ever.
And the old lady looked around kindly. She had fresh melons and fruits and various snacks by her hand. It was obvious that she was in a good mood today, and she was ready to take a serious look at the performance of her great-grandchildren. The elders also lifted their spirits, desperately giving winks to the succession candidates of their own line.
From this moment on, every battle will affect some people's hearts.
Qianye was the first to appear on the stage, and his opponent was a young man of twenty-six or seventeen years old, with a slender stature and a sense of elegance. This person's name is Song Zize, who is the fourth in the direct line, but has surpassed Song Ziqi, who is the third. He is currently ranked third in the successor sequence, which shows that he is a very outstanding person.
Song Zize looked at Qianye, smiled and said, "It's really surprising that an eighth-level soldier can go so far. But that's it. The next stage should belong to my Song Clan disciples. You admit defeat yourself, Or shall I send you down?"
Qianye looked at this self-proclaimed fourth young master, and said indifferently: "If you have the skill to talk so much, you've already finished fighting."
Song Zize's expression was suffocated, and he pulled out his long sword, and said with a sneer, "At first, I wanted to save Xiaoqi some face, but since you are so courteous, I have no choice but to cut off your limbs and teach you a lesson on behalf of Xiaoqi!"
Qianye couldn't understand the other party's way of thinking at all. Could it be that the other party thought that a few words could stop the battle
In fact, Song Zize did have the ability to be proud, otherwise he would not be able to overwhelm Song Ziqi who was already a warrior. He has honed himself on the ninth level for a long time, and he wants to make a breakthrough after a solid foundation, so that he can become a blockbuster after the general.
Qianye turned his head and glanced at Song Zining. Song Zining understood his fourth brother's temper somewhat, and wanted to laugh when he saw Qianye's helpless expression.
Qianye nodded, and slowly pulled out Dongyue, this unattractive long sword, after two rounds of dormancy, it finally came out of its sheath.