The so-called knife fighting means that both sides use only a short blade to fight in close quarters. All attacks and defenses can only be done with the blade, and the test is the reaction, agility, shooting speed and physical strength of both parties.
Fighting swords often has no special effects, but it is extremely poignant.
The process of the light of the knife and the color of blood shuttling back and forth between the two sides is like two shuttles constantly weaving a net, which makes people dizzy and at the same time shocked by the beauty and power contained in this picture.
However, if the strength gap between the two sides of the knife fight is too large, then what the audience will see will be a one-sided performance.
Tai Lun held the dagger in his backhand. This was a very fixed posture, and he could only make downward thrusts and horizontal knife defenses. Almost no one would backhand a knife, but that's what Tyron did.
And he had the upper hand, with a look in his eyes that indicated he was bored.
Tyron's dagger was not like a dagger, but more like a light hidden on his fingertips.
When he swung recklessly, the blade light would appear suddenly, cutting through time and space, and while showing amazing beauty, it also collided coldly with the enemy's blade.
The sound of the dagger colliding with the dagger is like a crisp bell, which makes people almost smell the cold and clean taste.
The bell rang, just two seconds later.
Lu Chaofan's forehead was already covered with cold sweat.
His wrist began to stiffen, the images in his eyes began to become difficult to understand, his judgment of the enemy was no longer valid, and he even began to lose control over his own movements.
Suddenly, Lu Chaofan felt a shock in his wrist.
His dagger flew out.
He lost, and it was a crushing defeat, and he couldn't even produce the slightest bit of dissatisfaction.
Lu Chaofan gasped for breath, sweat and blood dripped down his chin, and looked at the person opposite him in fear.
Still holding his Cen Ji backhand, Tai Lun slowly pressed the blade on Lu Chaofan's neck, and said, "What's the difference between a hybrid and a bastard?"
Lu Chaofan's sight was completely captured by his dark golden eyes, and cold sweat began to break down behind him. He subconsciously wanted to look away, but he couldn't move for some reason.
He secretly felt that his psychological defense was crumbling. If he admit defeat here, he will be afraid of Tyron from now on!
After a long time, Lu Chaofan gritted his teeth and said, "No... there is no difference, you-ah-"
He screamed, but found that he was not killed and turned into white light.
Tyron just slashed down from between his eyes, leaving a line of blood on him with incomparable precision, as if dividing him into two halves—and then cut off his belt.
Tyronn said languidly, "The difference is, I'm not happy to hear 'mixed race'; I'm very unhappy to hear 'mongrel'."
Tai Lun disappeared into the darkness without saying a word again.
Lu Chaofan was drenched in sweat. He tried his best to hang up his trouser belt to cover his long hairy white legs. Finally, he was able to cover his nosebleed with his hand, and slowly moved in the corridor in a very embarrassing posture.
By this time, he had already admitted his failure, and what he wanted to do now was to end the game immediately! Then whether it's the next game or anywhere outside the game, sooner or later he will be able to win back this victory.
But he can't commit suicide, and he can't commit suicide in such a high-profile game. Otherwise, besides being ugly, he will also lose face and face the accusation of "negative competition". At that time, even if he wins back, he will have no dignity. Word…
While thinking this way, Lu Chaofan suddenly saw Tai Lun's figure in the corner ahead!
Tai Lun seemed to be laying some kind of trap on the wall, trying to wait for the opponent to come.
Lu Chaofan's heart skipped a beat, he took two steps forward in secret joy, and then stopped suddenly.
Feeling vigilant, he silently walked into another corridor, then zigzag around to the side of Tai Lun, observed for a while, and then used his stealth skills to walk behind Tai Lun.
He counted silently in his heart: five meters, four meters, three meters, two meters...
Lu Chaofan lunged forward suddenly, ready to plunge the dagger into the back of Tai Lun's defenseless neck.
Suddenly, his body froze.
A trap gripped his right foot firmly, and the familiar toxin from it invaded his body, causing him to freeze for several seconds.
He never expected that this game, which was completely out of the script, would end in his trap in the end.
It was only at this time that Tai Lun turned around in a leisurely manner, reached out and patted Lu Chaofan's face, as if checking the hardness of his skin.
"I heard that you are an expert on traps that are inexhaustible. You have predicted the behavior patterns of many opponents and won many games miraculously." Tai Lun said, "So, being inexhaustible means forgetting that the traps you set at the beginning are in the game. where?"
Lu Chaofan trembled all over, not sure if it was from anger or humiliation.
But a few seconds later, his mind was filled with fear again.
Because Tai Lun had no expression on his face, he handed the dagger towards his eyes.
The blade that slowly marches towards one's own eyes - few people do not feel a bone-chilling fear when confronted with it.
And this time, it was really inserted into the skull from the eye socket and put to death.
"Ah, ah-"
A few seconds later, the first round of the BO3 format ended.
Player 419 won and the score is now 1:0.
After a one-minute countdown, the game will begin the next round.
At this time, the inside and outside are still isolated from each other. Lu Chaofan was tired and frightened. He didn't know what the audience would look like when they saw his ugliness, but his spirit was stretched to the limit.
So he applied for a ten-minute intermission.
During these ten minutes, the players will rest in the rest area, and the staff will also do the same.
In order not to bore the audience, two commentators, a man and a woman, continued to talk about the game just now.
Male commentator: "I never expected that contestant No. 419 would win so easily."
Female commentator: "Yes, both players are dark horse players on the B-list. Originally, we guessed that this match between two assassin-type professionals would be a very exciting game between you and me."
The male commentator let out a "hmm", sighing and admiring, and said: "Not only did contestant No. 419 gain the upper hand from the very beginning, but he also had a feeling of ease throughout the whole process..."
The female commentator added: "It's like a cat catching a mouse."
What she said was very straightforward, which made Lu Chaofan's fans very embarrassed, and started swiping the public screen in dissatisfaction.
"The commentary is so eccentric!"
"My idol is not feeling well at all, and he was still celebrating a fan's birthday in the middle of the night last night! This is your invincible victory!"
However, the fourth master fans are on the contrary. Seeing their idol torture and kill the opposing player, they are so excited that they tremble when typing, and they also start to swipe on the public screen.
"So much nonsense, why don't you lose like a dog!"
"I stepped on my own trap. I used to claim to be a trap master, but now I'm blown away!"
For a moment, on the virtual display that was several meters high, the two factions of fans started a fierce battle, and the smell of gunpowder directly permeated from the inside to the outside.
And when the fans were about to fight each other, there was also a moment of chaos backstage.
The palm-sized goblin host flew in and said in a panic, "What should I do, director, I lost my microphone."
Director: "Can you still throw it in your hand?"
The little goblin said, "I don't know either. I was walking backstage and doing well. When I came back to my senses, I realized that I was holding French fries."
Everyone: "..."
The director couldn't laugh or cry: "You foodie! The microphone can turn into French fries! That dandelion microphone was specially made for you. It's gone now. You can pick an ordinary one yourself."
The goblin left with drooping wings.
The director said to the other staff: "Okay, please pay more attention to it later. The microphone is directly connected, and it will be bad if the audience picks it up. Old Xu, you should turn off that channel first."
"Okay!" The staff turned back to look for it, but they hadn't found the channel yet, and they suddenly heard a voice from the host channel.
Lu Chaofan's voice came from afar:
"Do you fucking want to go to heaven! Let you lose and you fucking dare to win for me? Did you forget that 2.5 million is still in my hand?"
The host channel is directly connected to all speakers outside the venue, and the lingering sound lingers for a long time.
Contestant Lu Chaofan got straight to the point, and everyone was shocked.
Director: "..."
host:"… "
Narrator: "..."
There was a dead silence in the studio.
There was a dead silence in the auditorium.
The host channel is still sending broken voices.
The sound of water, like someone washing their hands slowly.
Then number 419: "Oh, I didn't forget."
Lu Chaofan yelled more than 20 national curses, and said angrily: "The liquidated damages are 20 million, and you [beep—] can't pay back the [beep—]! My reputation is lost. You [beep—] are capable." Pay me!"
No. 419: "Don't worry, BO3 isn't it. If you win the next two games, you will still win."
Lu Chaofan: "Are you mentally retarded?! Not only do I want to win, I also want to win beautifully! Otherwise, am I too full to sign a contract with you? I asked Assistant Director Xu to directly add 0.2 to you like before. seconds delay, won't I win? Ah?!"
In the director's room.
All staff: "…"
The director turned his head silently and looked at his assistant director quietly.
The silence speaks.
Assistant Director Xu: "..." Lu Chaofan, are you fucking retarded! Mentally retarded ah ah ah ah!
The director said meaningfully: "Turn off the channel first, and report to the organizing committee. The competition will continue to follow the procedure, and we are not in a hurry now."
in the audience.
The audience has gradually reacted from the petrified state, and there is a lot of discussion in the audience.
As the ten-minute intermission draws to a close, the audience's discussion begins to heat up, and anger quickly grows and spreads.
Some people began to swipe the screen on the public screen.
Only two players, who were completely isolated in the arena, walked back onto the stage unconsciously, preparing for the second game.
After Lu Chaofan came out of the rest room, he was polite again, with a star-like smile on his face, and after standing face to face with contestant No. 419, he seemed to greet him politely.
Everyone: "..." Are you pretending? Next